Ermeng had a very satisfying night, and Miaoxiang found an extra voice in her head the next morning.
Not long after Yuan Zhan and Yan Mo woke up, the curse witch came.
"You come with me to the Temple of Wucheng."
Yan Mo looked up, "Master, what's the matter?"
"All the healing priests are there, but no one can wake up the dead fat elephant, and no one knows why he fell into a coma. Because you healed Huo Yuntian yesterday through sacrificing gods, someone wants you to try it."
"But now I can't move my limbs..."
"They want you to be completely immobile!" The witch snorted coldly, "Those bastards think I don't know what they're thinking? It's just an excuse to wake up the dead fat elephant and force you to tell the method of worshiping the gods."
"Oh?" Yan Mo raised his eyebrows, "What do you mean, Master?"
"For the sake of the fat elephant saying that it wants to protect you, we can't let him continue in such a coma. It would be best if you can revive him. If not, living in the main temple is safer than staying here."
The witch turned to pat Yuan Zhan, "I know you are very powerful, but you are only one person. The main temple is full of people from Wuxiang, and the guardians of Feishan and Wuxiang are there. With you, I can rest assured .”
Yuan Zhan hugged Yan Mo without saying a word, "Then what are you waiting for, let's go." Ever since Mo's nightmare the night before, he has been feeling a little uneasy, and Mo is pregnant with the fruit of witch luck, and now his limbs cannot move. If there was a safer place for Yan Mo, why didn't he go
"Master, what do you say about the Ninetowns Gathering? Postponed?"
Cursed Witch nodded, "The Witch Elephant is in a coma, and the Nine City Gathering can only be postponed until there is an explanation, otherwise the status of Wu City will be greatly shaken, and the other priests of the Wu City Temple do not want to see this happen."
"How long is the delay?"
"That depends on the results of everyone's discussions today."
Both the leader and the priest went to the temple, and the rest of Jiuyuan naturally followed. La Moling went to Yincheng's residence and hadn't returned yet. Yuan Zhan asked Ermeng to send him a message, telling him to go directly to Wucheng Lord's temple to find them when he came back.
Miao Xiang became very quiet after one night, and she no longer took the initiative to go to Yuan Zhan's side, and even wanted to avoid him and Yan Mo.
Er Meng comforted her a few words, handed her over to Huo Yuntian, and then left.
The curse witch didn't care when he saw Miaoxiang, such a little girl would not make him look down.
There was no words all the way, and many people saw Jiuyuan people entering the temple of Wucheng Lord.
A god attendant took the other Jiuyuan people to arrange a place to stay, while the curse witch led Yuan Zhan and Yan Mo straight into the main hall.
In the main hall, apart from the priests of Wucheng and the priests of healing, all the high priests from the other eight cities were present, and all of them were present. Together with their guardian warriors, this could be considered a small gathering of all forces.
Maybe for fairness? Jiuyuan came, and Dingyue's men came after them, their great witch Zheli and warrior Shuyi.
The priests and great witches who can come here are basically the top leaders of the faction. Similarly, the fighters they bring will be one of the best fighters of each faction.
Yan Mo swept across the audience, it was fair, each priest brought only one guardian warrior.
Jiuyuan and Dingyue stepped forward and backward. Luo Jue, the third priest of Wucheng, saw them and raised his hand to welcome them.
There are no seats in the main hall, and everyone stands, forming a circle naturally, and the forces that are close to each other stand together.
Wu Xiang's huge body was on the highest step, and Fei Shan sat on the step and looked down.
"Mo Wu, please follow me up to see Lord Wu Xiang." The healing priest Bach saw Yan Mo coming, and immediately stepped forward to signal.
The sorcerer nodded.
Yuan Zhan stepped onto the steps holding Yan Mo in his arms.
Seeing the two, Fei Shan patted the animal skin beside him, "You guys are here, little Mo Wu, help me see the witch elephant."
Yuan Zhan put Yan Mo on the animal skin, supported his back with his hands so that he could sit up straight.
Fei Shan grabbed Wu Xiang's hand, which was too fat to see the knuckles, and rubbed it, "Xiao Mo Wu, what do you want me to do?"
Yan Mo now has two ways to see a doctor without borrowing tools. The first is the traditional way of seeing, hearing, and asking, and the second is exploring spiritual power.
While carefully observing the appearance of the witch elephant, he said, "I want to be quiet."
Fei Shan smiled, "Don't worry, it will be quiet."
The people who were whispering in the hall suddenly fell silent, and there was no more noise in the entire hall.
Yan Mo motioned Yuan Zhan to put his three fingers of his right hand on Wu Xiang's wrist, then closed his eyes and released his mental power at the same time.
Quadriplegia doesn't mean that he has no feeling in his limbs, he just looks like a fracture, not to mention that there is no problem with his finger bones. Although the bones of the wrist are soft and unable to exert force will affect it a little, but at his level, as long as he touches the pulse a little, he can make a rough judgment based on the feeling sent back from the fingertips.
After a while, Yan Mo opened his eyes.
Fei Shan immediately asked him: "How is it?"
Yan Mo didn't answer immediately, but asked: "What is the judgment of the other healing priests?"
Someone sneered from under the steps, "Why ask other priests' judgments, can't you see it yourself?"
Yan Moli ignored him.
Yoga, the ten priests of Wucheng, collapsed in anger.
Bach, who was standing on the steps, took a step forward and said softly, "We think it's the call of the Mother God."
Yan Mo didn't understand at first, but then he realized that what Bach meant was that everyone thought that the witch elephant was dying, it was neither sick nor injured, so there was no way to save it.
In fact, the judgments of the healing priests were not wrong, and Yan Mo could also see that the witch elephant looked ruddy on the surface, and seemed to be just asleep, but in fact it was mentally exhausted, another way of saying it was a cerebral infarction. Besides, Wu Xiang's body is also full of problems. It is a miracle that he can live to this day with his huge body that is overweight.
Fei Shan was still waiting for an answer, Yan Mo thought for a while, and said truthfully as simple as possible: "Master Wu Xiang's health is no longer good, his blood vessels have shrunk and blocked a lot, and his body, including internal organs, have accumulated There is a lot of fat, and the energy transmission path in the body is mostly blocked. His brain is in the best condition, and the brain volume is more developed than the average person, but there are many small tumors in it. His coma now is probably related to the tumor rupture and blood vessel blockage in his brain .”
Although what Yan Mo said was very simple and he used his ability, most of the priests present could only understand the general idea.
The witch doctors at this time are also quite good to a certain extent, but witch doctors and witch doctors, their understanding of injuries, except for the visible, most of the invisible are treated blindly. It is best to be cured, and if the medicine can’t cure it, ask God, if asking God doesn’t work, then God wants him to die.
Such as brain tumors, blocked blood vessels, fat accumulation... These concepts are still too abstract for them, but they can understand the sentence "most of the energy transmission paths in the body are blocked".
"What do you mean by all this?" Guizheng, the High Priest of Tucheng, who hated Yan Mo and was extremely jealous, immediately shouted impatiently, "Tell me if you have a way to wake up Lord Wuxiang!"
The gazes of Fei Shan and Yuan Zhan swept over at the same time.
Guizheng's body turned cold, and even more ugly words were held in his mouth and he didn't dare to spit them out. But after a while, he became even angrier.
Fei Shan turned his head, and said to the young priest in a peaceful voice: "Little Mo Wu, you don't have to worry, Wu Xiang is like this, everyone can't do anything, it's best if you have a way to wake him up, if you really can't, then it's a god will."
Yan Mo pondered.
A condition as serious as a witch elephant is not easy to treat in modern times. Even if the operation is successful, it is basically the result of a paralyzed or even a vegetative state. If it was when he first came here, he could only choose to use some drugs to soften and dredge the blood vessels, but whether it will be effective depends on the luck of the patient, and this is also the case when he can find the corresponding drugs.
With the second laboratory, he can help Wuxiang perform surgery, but the results may not be satisfactory. Even if Wuxiang can wake up, it may not last long.
But now...
Just as Yan Mo was about to speak, Kuipa, another curse priest from Wucheng at the foot of the steps, came up.
"Could you be able to wake up Lord Witch Elephant through offering sacrifices to the gods?" Kuipa asked directly with a haughty expression.
Yan Mo saw that Fei Shan was also looking at him, endured it for a while, and turned back: "Maybe."
Kuipa ordered: "Then let's start quickly, the situation of Lord Wuxiang cannot be delayed!"
Yan Mo inhaled, with a half-smile, "My lord priest, are your eyesight bad? Didn't you see that I'm still in the midst of God's punishment? How do you want me to worship the gods when I can't move my limbs? Besides, who am I going to save?" , will only obey your own wishes, who are you with such a big face, and my master didn't even open his mouth, yet you jumped out and ordered me?"
Kuipa's face changed suddenly, the little priest's mouth was too sharp, and he didn't pay much attention to him, the fifth priest of Wucheng, he was as annoying as his master!
The others didn't expect that the little priest would suddenly become sharp-tongued after changing from his gentle, honest and innocent yesterday.
"Don't be rude to Master Kuipa!" Yogi scolded.
The cursing witch cursed the old man directly, "Shut your beak! My disciples can say whatever they want, and if anyone is dissatisfied, come to me!"
Yoga still has scruples about cursed witches. Even if he hugged the thigh of another cursed witch, it does not mean that he is not afraid of another cursed witch. The witch is more or less weaker.
Kuipa could not turn a blind eye to the humiliation of the yoga that he was in his early years, and immediately counterattacked: "Curse witch, the witch elephant has become like this, you know that your disciple is capable of resuscitating the witch elephant, but you don't order him to rescue the witch elephant immediately." Man, don't you think that the witch elephant will return to the embrace of the mother god as soon as possible, so that you can sit on the position of first priest?"
The curse witch smiled sinisterly: "Fuck you! Whoever is eager to take the position of the first priest, you don't need to ask the gods, everyone knows! Besides, my disciple is still under God's punishment, even if he has the ability, he can't do it now. , what are you running up to force him?"
Kuipa snorted coldly, "He didn't say, how do we know that he can't perform sacrifices under such circumstances?"
The ten priests of Wucheng, Yoga, rushed to raise their voices and asked: "The little priest, do you have to wait for your divine punishment to end before you can borrow the power of God?"
Yan Mo didn't want to pay attention to him.
Yogi blushed and clenched his hands.
Fei Shan frowned, he didn't want Kuipa and others to get involved at all, if the little silent witch had a way, since he and the witch elephant had sworn to protect him, he would do his best, but if Kuipa Waiting for someone to intervene, the result will be hard to say.
Feishan looked at Kuipa with a bad look.
But Quipa didn't seem to feel it, the shadow under his feet leaned forward slightly. People who don't know his details will not notice this at all, but Fei Shan knows it very well.
Yuan Zhan's eyes fell on the shadow under Kuipa's feet, and the shadow did not move.
"Priest Kuipa, please stand there and don't go any further!" Fei Shan warned.
Quipa stood still naturally, as if he was not threatened by Feishan, but he wanted to stand here.
Everyone under the steps looked at the steps, Feishan was alone, but his strength made ambitious people dare not act rashly. And the priest guard team composed of high-level guardian fighters under Fei Shan's hands is also one of the reasons why ambitious people hold back.
Quipa suddenly hoped that the danger predicted by the witch elephant would come sooner, so that he would have a reason to send Feishan and his escort out. Only when the witch elephant, Feishan and the witch are all gone, can he truly control the entire witch city!
Kuipa suppressed all the beautiful imagination of the future in his heart, and asked the witch: "Then when will the divine punishment of your disciple end?"
The curse witch snorted, "It depends on God's will."
Quipa: "You mean that if God's punishment doesn't end, you can only let Master Wuxiang continue to be in a coma?"
The curse witch rolled his eyes, "Quipa, what you said seems like no other priests or great witches can save the witch elephant except my disciple."
Kuipa actually admitted, "From yesterday afternoon to now, all witches with healing abilities or special methods have been invited, and indeed no one has the means to wake up Lord Wuxiang."
Bach, Cong Sheng and others had no choice but to smile bitterly.
"Others can't do it, but my apprentice must do it?"
"Everyone saw that he cured Huo Yuntian with his divine power."
"Huo Yuntian is Huo Yuntian, at least he could walk, jump and talk at that time, how can he be compared to the fat one now?"
"Don't you even want to try?"
"That's not now! At least until my apprentice's divine punishment is over!"
Kuipa smiled, "Then when will your disciple's divine punishment end? If it's just God's will, if God wants him to recover after half a year, we can't wait for him for half a year, right?"
Yan Mo called Master, also smiled, and asked Kuipa: "From what you mean, it seems that there is a way to restore me? That's really great. I'll thank you here in advance. If you can help me recover, then Immediately, I will be able to use my divine power to wake up Master Wu Xiang."
The curse witch laughed, "So Kuipa, you have a way to restore my disciple, so you should have said it earlier!"
Quipa choked, and he affirmed again, this is too annoying for the master and apprentice!
At this time, you need to play dog legs, and the yoga priest jumped out again, "If you can't worship the gods in a short period of time, but the situation of Lord Wuxiang can't wait, then in order to save Lord Wuxiang, why don't you teach other priests how to worship the gods?" , this is the fastest!"
Guizheng also shouted maliciously: "What kind of worship is just borrowing the magic power of the fruit of witch luck. As long as the little priest hands over the fruit of witch luck to Mr. Wuxiang, Mr. Wuxiang may wake up soon. come over."
"That's right, when is this time, Mr. Wu Xiang even swore to protect you, so you little priest has the heart to swallow the fruit of witch luck?"
Accusations sounded one after another.
Some people criticized, while others remained silent. People like Cong Sheng who had a good impression of Jiuyuan were full of sarcasm.
Yan Mo chuckled, "So what you said is that you want the fruit of witch luck? Although I don't have such a thing at all, you definitely don't believe it. Well, in order to save Mr. All the things that look like fruits are handed over to Master Wu Xiang, I hope he can wake up tomorrow."