The place where the patient was located seemed to be far away from this small village. Yan Mo tried to talk to the young woman all the way, but the village witch's mouth was very tight, and he only said some insignificant things.
But even if the other party said very little, Yan Mo still had a general understanding of the environment he was in.
First of all, most of the land where he is now is ruled by the Bone Refining Clan, and the Empress Village Witch has never heard of such forces as the Nine Great Upper City.
Secondly, the level of civilization here is generally higher. Because although the people of this tribe are extremely poor, their language, social structure, architecture, utensils and food cultivation methods are all more mature.
While walking on the road, Yan Mo saw the fields and the livestock. And the people here are so poor that they have no clothes to wear, yet they know what clothes are and the value of cloth. In addition, such a poor village has bone weapons, even if it is only the lowest level.
A bone tool is not just a random bone that can be called a bone tool if it is ground to a sharp point. Even the lowest first-level bone tool has been refined, and its hardness is no less than that of granite.
The terrain was going down, and Yan Mo realized that the place he was just now was the only highland nearby, and there was a small village in the low-lying land in the distance that looked like it had been flooded by a flood.
Probably because the houses in the village are made of mud, they almost collapsed as soon as they were flooded and flooded, leaving only some broken walls and ruins to barely see the shadow of the village.
"Was it flooded?" Yan Mo asked.
Stepdaughter: "Yes, my lord."
"How long has it been? Has anyone fallen ill in the village? Have the flooded bodies been cremated?"
"Cremation?"
"Or bury? Did you bury the dead deeply?"
The stepdaughter stopped, "Sir, it seems that you are really not from this land. The bones are very important to us, especially the bones of the dead clansmen. We will not bury any dead clansmen deep, waiting for their After the body is returned to the earth, the remaining bones will be picked up by us. Burn the body with fire? Only the enemy will do that!"
"That is to say, those of you who were drowned by the flood before and those who died of illness afterward were not buried deeply. You wouldn't just put the remains outside, right?" No wonder their illnesses were not limited to typhoid and fever. After the flood, it is early summer again. Mosquitoes and flies are flourishing, and bacteria are easy to grow. Such an environment is most likely to produce diseases.
"Of course." The stepdaughter paused slightly, "My lord, I don't know where you come from, I don't know whether what you said is true or not, and I don't understand what you mean by these questions, but if you can really cure The rest of our clan, my descendant lineage will remember the great kindness of you and your god."
Grace is one of the most unreliable feelings, Yan Mo only believes that mutual benefit can last long. "I don't need you to repay your kindness. I just hope that my coming here will not be spread to the outside world for the time being."
"As you wish." The stepdaughter heard that Yan Mo didn't seem to have any intention of asking for an offering, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, turned her head and continued to lead the way.
"Tell me about the symptoms of your patients in as much detail as possible. For example, how long did it take from sickness to death? Is there vomiting, diarrhea, bloody stool, fever, rash, body convulsions, body stiffness, or body cramps?" Symptoms such as shivering from the cold?" Yan Mo asked while explaining his words to his stepdaughter.
The stepdaughter's expression has completely changed when she heard that. If he believed Yan Mo three points before, then it is six points now. Because of the several symptoms Yan Mo mentioned, his clan members all appeared. This made his heart, which had already been despaired to the bottom, a little bit hopeful again.
"My lord, the situation is like this..." The stepdaughter described it carefully.
After hearing this, Yan Mo speculated in his heart, but the truth is that he still needs to see the patient before he can be diagnosed.
Soon, the stepdaughter took him to the original site of Wadi Village, which was destroyed by the flood, but they didn't stay long, and walked directly through the village to the back of the village.
The terrain at the rear was slightly higher, and the buildings above were not damaged much.
It was what looked like the largest adobe house in the village, and the adobe house was surrounded by a mud wall that was as tall as a person.
The stepdaughter walked to the gate of the mud wall, stretched out her hand and pushed the gate open: "This is the ancestral hall where our family worships our ancestors. All the sick people in my village are here. My lord, please."
The ancestral hall is just a word that Yan Mo understood from the meaning of the village witch. If it is translated literally, this house should be called the house of ancestors.
The gate of the ancestral hall was also closed tightly, and the village witch stepped forward and pushed it open, making a gesture of please. Normally, he would never let an outsider enter their most important ancestral house, but now...
Yan Mo stepped in and saw a scene that he seemed to have known before.
The room was full of patients, groaning and groaning, comatose coma, desperate despair, accompanied by the disgusting strong stench, creating a scene of hell.
Yan Mo looked away from the patient who was sleeping all over the floor, and looked up to the front.
I saw that this house of ancestral spirits did not have a large number of spiritual tablets that were placed in the general ancestral halls of his previous home country. Instead of spiritual tablets, there were skulls suspended by ropes.
There are many skulls, many of which are densely packed, yellow and white, in different shades, and when a gust of wind blows through, these skulls are like bone wind chimes, colliding with each other and making a unique crisp sound.
"The ancestors are with us." The village witch murmured behind him.
Yan Mo turned his head and asked casually: "I didn't see the statue of Pan'a God, nor did I see his temple."
The stepdaughter was silent for a while, and then said: "The temple is only found in the city, and only the masters of the bone-refining clan of the horned tribe can be priests of the temple. Most of the hornless villages like ours worship the spirits of their own ancestors. There are also worshipers of other spirits."
Yan Mo noticed that the other party separated God and spirit. So that's why the village witch isn't very devout to their one supreme god? Because this god is more inclined to the horned race
The village witch looked at the clansmen waiting to die in the room, and said in a low voice: "Since the flood, the remaining people began to fall ill one by one, first the elderly, children, and then the young and strong. We paid all our savings The food, furs, bones, we paid all we could, and invited Pan’a god from Lord Wugan’s territory to serve him, but he just took a look and said that our offerings were not enough, and we have been rejected by the gods, saying that this is Pan’a. God punished us, not only did they not heal us, they even blocked our way to Ugan City."
"Until today, we have died so that there are less than 160 people left. We used to be a big village with nearly 300 people!" The village witch smiled bitterly, "I thought even our ancestors abandoned us , I didn't expect you to come... How miraculous, there is really an envoy here."
Yan Mo almost blurted out: So in the future, don't believe in Pan'a God, just believe in Ancestor God, and by the way, read my name more and give me a little more faith points.
But just before he opened his mouth to tempt others to convert, a small and already skinny child reached out to touch the shoes of Yan Mo who passed by him, as if he was very curious about his shoes.
Just as the stepdaughter was about to ask him to let go, Yan Mo had already squatted down, and put the three fingers of her right hand on the child's veins.
The child is afraid and wants to shake his hand.
"Don't move." Yan Mo turned to the child, his voice softened involuntarily.
The child didn't move, Yan Mo felt his pulse for a while, took out a pill from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth, "Take it, this will give you a little more energy."
The stepdaughter couldn't stop it, and it wasn't easy to stop it. The child might not have eaten for a long time, and the pill in his mouth was clearly not tasty, so he chewed it with a bitter face.
"Very well, don't be afraid, you will survive." Yan Mo touched the child's greasy hair, got up, rubbed his hands casually on his body, and went to see other patients.
The stepdaughter saw Yan Mo's every move, and felt very strange seeing that he didn't dislike the dirty smell of those patients at all. Is this really an angel? Or is that what a true envoy should be like
After Yan Mo walked around, he had basically reached a conclusion in his mind.
Vomiting, diarrhea, dehydration, shock, convulsions, high fever... All these symptoms from the early stage to the late stage point to one disease: cholera!
The stepdaughter followed him all the way. Seeing him pondering, she carefully asked him: "My lord envoy, I don't know if my ancestors heard my prayer and sent you here. But since you are an envoy of God, then you There must be a way to save our people, right?"
If I can't be rescued, I'm not a messenger of God, right? Yan Mo was amused, but he didn't take the other party's small thoughts into consideration, "I need some manpower, so I'll find some young, strong and courageous young men to come over. In addition, I'll find some careful women who can cook soup."
"My lord, what do you want them to do?" The stepdaughter was wary.
"What to do? Clean it up, of course! This kind of environment will only make your people die faster. The woman will help me make the medicine."
"My lord, do you really have a way to cure them?" The stepdaughter wanted to believe but couldn't believe it.
"Do you want to save people quickly, or do you want to confirm with me here and again?"
"I'll arrange the manpower right away! My lord, wait a moment!" The stepdaughter was so happy that her heart was about to fly out of her chest, she turned around and ran out quickly.
Yan Mo originally wanted to ask him why he was not afraid of being infected, but then he thought that since the other party is a great witch, he naturally has some ability to save his life.
The queen girl called volunteers very quickly, and ten young and middle-aged men came, including the young man named Houshi.
Yan Mo slapped his hands: "Those who don't want to die, prick up your ears! You must do what I say below, if you fail to do so, you will not only kill yourself, but you will also become The murderer who killed your people!"
Just about to trouble Yan Mo, the rear lion's raised leg froze. He didn't want to kill himself and then his clansmen!
At this time, the boundary of Jiuyuan, the conference hall.
A gust of wind blew past, and the shrunken Lord Jiufeng spotted the captain of the guard, Dahe, and swooped down from the sky, "Jie! Why are you silent? Why can't I find him?"
This person has searched everything from the temple to the stone house where Yan Mo lived, the school and other places, but he was angry because he couldn't find anyone.
Dahe was overjoyed when he saw Jiufeng, "Lord Jiufeng!"
"Jie! How about silently?"
Dahe couldn't understand Jiufeng's words, but he could guess: "Master Jiufeng, are you looking for the priest? He went to Wucheng with the leader."
Dahe simply told what happened, and now everyone knows that Jiufeng can understand people's words.
"Jie! Go out to play silently and don't ask me to go with you! Where is Wucheng?"
Dahe didn't know what Jiufeng was asking, even if he knew, he didn't know the exact direction of Wucheng.
Jiufeng circled around for a while, seeing that Dahe couldn't answer the question, he was so angry that he flapped his wings and made him roll three times in a row, turned around and went to find his little brothers, Yingzhao and the others.
Fortunately, the English recruits are relatively strong, and most of them have flown to Wucheng.
With the exact direction of Jiu Feng, Zhan Wing disappeared.
When the other high-ranking officials in Jiuyuan heard that Master Jiufeng's hibernation was over, they all came out to pay respects, but unfortunately they didn't even see a single feather of Master Jiufeng.
That evening, Wucheng, the main shrine.
Wu Xiang listened to Luo Jue's statistics of Wu City's losses, and suddenly grabbed his hand, "What did you just say? The stone statue in front of the temple is gone?"
Luo Jue was frightened by Wu Xiang's never-before-seen expression, "Yes, that stone statue is gone, not even a piece of broken stone left."
Wu Xiang slowly let go of his hand in disbelief, and his body fell back on the cushion, "No wonder the bone soldiers and bone slaves of the Bone Refining Race retreated so quickly, no wonder they attacked Wu City at the risk of being exposed early, It turns out their real purpose was it."
"Master Wu Xiang?"
Wu Xiang closed his eyes weakly, "Where is Feishan?"
"Master Feishan is talking to the leader of Jiuyuan."
"You tell him to come over as soon as possible."
"Yes." Luo Jue got up, and couldn't help asking before he was about to leave: "My lord, do you mean that the purpose of the Bone Refining Clan's attack on Wucheng was that stone statue? Isn't that stone statue an ordinary stone statue?"
The witch elephant was silent.
Luo Jue thought that the other party would not answer, and was about to leave when he heard a weak voice behind him: "Every upper city has a demigod who is at least as strong as a tenth-level fighter. Have you seen the one from our Wucheng?"
Luo Jue turned around in shock, "You mean!?"
"Yes, you can see it every day when you go in and out of the temple. Every Wucheng person has seen it, but no one knows that it is the patron saint of Wucheng."
"Since it is our patron saint and has such a powerful fighting power, how could it be stolen by the bone slaves of the Bone Refining Clan?"
"Because... it's not alive, it's just a bone vessel with the combat power of a twelfth-level god warrior."
Luo Jue was about to be made to cry by Wu Xiang's answer, "Since it is such an important thing, why is it placed at the entrance of the temple?" Shouldn't it be hidden deep and deep
Wu Xiang covered his face, "Because when I was a child, I dreamed that it was hidden deep in the temple or was stolen by someone. Later, I moved it out when I became the first priest. You see, after so many years, no one has thought of it. Could that stone statue be a treasure?"
"Then how would the bone slaves of the Bone Refining Clan know?"
Wu Xiang said depressedly: "... because that stone statue is one of the most powerful bone tools left by the bone refiners."
Luo Jue: "..."
The main shrine, the residence of the Jiuyuan people.
Yuan Zhan finished talking with Fei Shan, and was about to set off for the dark city with the people from the dark city, when a familiar cry came from the sky.
"Jie!"
Yuan Zhan, Er Meng and Ju Wu rushed out of the house together, "Nine Winds?!"
"Jie! Look at me!" Jiu Feng saw Yuan Zhan in the sky, showing off his regrown figure.
Immediately! The whole Wucheng seemed to be shrouded in dark clouds, and only a little red light of sunset could be seen from the west.
All the people outside the house in Wucheng raised their heads.
"Is that the human face of Kunpeng?" Most people have seen Jiu Feng's shrewd human face. It is because Jiu Feng's figure is too large at this time, the human face and bird head naturally become very conspicuous.
Feng Yao and old man Feng Yu also ran out.
"It's a human-faced Kunpeng!" Old Fengyu concluded, but most people didn't hear his last sentence: "Yo, the belly feathers haven't changed color yet, you're still a child."
Those who didn't hear the last words of Old Man Fengyu felt a little hard to breathe looking at the huge figure of Kunpeng with a human face in the sky.
Uh, is that the human face Kunpeng who sheltered Jiuyuan? Why did no one tell them that this Kunpeng is so big
How many people are envious in their hearts? How many people are jealous of Jiuyuan's good luck
Jiufeng didn't know if he sensed the emotions of the two-legged monsters below, and he was so proud that the feathers on the top of his head stood up. Jie Jie! Are you dumbfounded
"Jie! Where's Momo?" He showed off for a long time, why didn't Momo come out
Yuan Zhan raised his arms towards the sky, and Jiu Feng's huge figure suddenly disappeared from the sky. Only sharp-eyed people saw that huge Kunpeng turned into a fist-sized bird in an instant and rushed down.
"Jie! Where is Momo?"
Yuan Zhan confessed: "He has disappeared, and he is probably in the Western Continent across the sea."
Uncle Jiufeng was furious, and grabbed Yuan Zhan's face with one paw: "Stupid two-legged monster! Why did you lose my silence again! Jie!"
"He's mine, not yours."
"Jie! Catch you to death!"