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In the gray sky outside the window, a giant white dragon slowly flapped its huge wings and flew across the air. Make a huge noise.
Garen was dressed in a gray robe, standing in front of the window, watching the petrified white dragon flying by, his eyes were faintly out of focus, as if he was thinking about something.
He is standing in a new study.
In the white study room, the walls and floor are off-white, and the wall covering and carpet exude a damp smell that has just been cleaned.
After standing for a while, he turned around and looked at Lala who was arranging things behind him.
"Have you moved all the things from the original study?"
"Yes sir." Lala put the rag back into the sink. "Do you have any other instructions? The time is now three o'clock in the afternoon. If there is nothing else, I'm going to repair the hole in the study."
"Just nail it with wooden boards, and nail a few more layers." Garen ordered.
"Okay." Lala hesitated for a while, "But this will leak air."
"You don't have to worry about that."
"Then I'll go down first."
"Well, let's go."
Garen turned around and sat down at the table, his eyes still unfocused, as if he was looking far away.
Lala gave him a strange look, turned around and walked out of the new study, closing the door gently.
The footsteps gradually moved away and became smaller.
Garen was still sitting by the table, not moving for a long time, just sitting there blankly.
After an unknown amount of time, there was a crisp clicking sound in his arms.
The focus of Garen's eyes was adjusted all of a sudden, he blinked and rubbed his temples on both sides.
"Well, it takes a while to get used to the vision-sharing technique. The sight and sound don't match at all. It's like sitting in a movie theater watching pantomime."
He rested for a while, and a trace of doubt appeared on his face again. He took out a delicate pale gold pocket watch from his pocket, the spring on it had already stopped.
Garen gently twisted the clockwork again to rewind the pocket watch.
"So many days have passed, how long has it been since I last met Goethe? Ten days? Twenty days? I always feel that there is something wrong with that Alilan." He put down his pocket watch and frowned tightly.
Suddenly, a hint of surprise flashed across Garen's face. He stood up and looked far out of the window. In that direction was a large gray building ruins.
Between the large expanse of abandoned city walls and buildings, a half-human tall black beetle quickly crawled towards the villa.
It has a piece of black trousers worn by humans biting in its mouth. Behind the trousers was dragged a thin body covered in scorched black.
This human body was wearing black long clothes and trousers, its hair was burnt, and the skin on its exposed hands and feet were covered with black and red festering patches. Being dragged along by beetles, the human body left a clear wet mark on the dirty ground.
The beetle crawled along the flatter ground, bypassed several potholes, and quickly approached the villa.
Garen opened the window, exerted strength on his feet, and jumped out of the window lightly, landing firmly in the yard outside the villa. After standing still, he took the initiative to meet the black beetle that was dragging the man.
As soon as he approached, a festering and smelly smell wafted over.
Garen frowned all of a sudden, and his eyes scanned the body vigilantly.
His whole body was scorched black, and almost all the exposed skin was covered with black and red pustules and blisters. These large and small blisters are like ripe purple grapes, densely packed in bunches. Some have been worn out, and black and yellow viscous pus flowed out.
The man's face was covered with fine and dense pustules, which were so swollen that he could hardly see his face clearly, and there were only two slits left in his eyes. His lips were purple, his whole body was swollen, and he seemed to be falling into a coma.
His hair was all burnt, he was just a bald head, and half of his scalp seemed to have been torn by a huge force, revealing the scarlet dermis faintly,
Garen looked at this man, his eyes slightly narrowed, and his vigilance flashed.
"Interesting, it's not so much that I found you, it's better to say that you found me on your own initiative. I wouldn't believe that there would be such a coincidence, in such a large area, that you just happened to be on my territory and passed out."
He said something to himself. Taking a step closer, squatting down, he reached out and ripped off the man's chest clothes.
The black coat was pulled open, and nothing was worn inside.
"Woman?" He covered his clothes and stood up, resisting the stench. "Since you took the initiative to find me, I want to see what you want to do."
Garen turned around and walked towards the villa with big strides. A giant Fukasawa crocodile crawled up behind him. With a slight flick of its tail, he got the woman onto his back and followed Garen smoothly.
The door of the villa has been opened, and Lala is standing by the door with a calm expression on her face. She has seen too many strange scenes during this period, and she is obviously numb.
She looked at the back of the Fukasawa giant crocodile following Garen, and her face turned pale because of the tragic appearance of that body. As the distance approached, she had to cover her nose and endure the strong and pungent stench.
The stench is disgusting.
"Go and get some water and a towel to help her wash her body." Garen ordered in a low voice,
"Okay. I'll get warm water!" Lala ran towards the kitchen as if running away.
Garen turned around and grabbed it with one hand, put his hand on the man's left shoulder, and gently lifted him from the back of the giant crocodile. It's not too dirty, just hold it with both hands.
"Who are you!? You're not Jace!?" Suddenly his eyes met a pair of surprisingly bright eyes.
This woman actually spoke, her voice was like a bellows leaking air, most of her voice was filled with noises of exhalation, and her accent was actually pure Tanya spoken language.
She turned over and stood up at once, keeping a distance of one meter from Garen.
"Jess? You really know a lot." Garen narrowed his eyes. Quietly looking at the bald woman in front of her whose hair was burned off. "It's a terrifying vitality. If an ordinary person suffered an injury like yours, he would have turned into a charred corpse. By the way, your Tanya language is very good."
"Tanya language?" The woman's eyes suddenly revealed a trace of confusion. "what is that?"
"Tell me, what are you looking for with Jess?" Garen asked softly in Tanya. During this period of time in the inner city, he also learned all these commonly used lingua francas. Anyway, now that you have more potential, you don't have to worry about wasting it. Now it seems that coming over is very wise.
"Jess?" The woman suddenly became confused. "By the way...what am I looking for with Jess? Who is Jess?" A trace of panic clearly appeared in her eyes.
Suddenly, she covered her head tightly and squatted down, her swollen face showing pain.
"My head hurts!!" She lay limply on the ground, wriggling like a disgusting slug, leaving a pool of wet pus on the floor tiles at the door.
Bursts of stench came out, making Garen, who had an exceptionally sensitive sense of smell, feel like gagging.
The blood flow of this woman in his senses was as clear as seeing it with his own eyes.
A large amount of her qi and blood was stagnating in the brain, and the rest of her qi and blood were too weak, and she could barely maintain her life without fading.
It looks like a mess of knotted red wool, except that the knot is in the head of the brain.
"What's your name?" Garen lowered his voice, and directly conveyed it to the woman's ear with secret force.
"What's my name?" The woman's eyes became more and more confused, "I can't remember! My head hurts."
She hugged her head tightly and curled up on the ground like a caterpillar about to be burned.
At this moment, Lala came over with a silver basin and a black towel. It was stopped by Garen raising his hand.
A trace of inexplicability flashed in Garen's eyes. "I'll come in person, you go and do other things first."
"Yes." Lala didn't ask anything, just turned around with her head down, and continued to work on the previous work.
Garen gently lifted the woman up, picked up the basin and towel with one hand, and went straight to the secondary bedroom on the second floor.
He tried to ask the person some common-sense questions along the way, only to find that she couldn't remember anything. And judging from the blood, it really doesn't look like a lie.
The woman appeared to have been hit on the head very badly. Gallon used Qi and blood to diagnose and found that her head and brain had been partially damaged, and that part of the brain had changed from tofu brain to tofu dregs. A quarter of the entire brain was directly destroyed, but the woman was not dead yet, and survived tenaciously.
"It's a miracle!" Garen withdrew his hand from the woman's head in admiration, and looked at the woman's face, whose consciousness gradually became blurred. That face was like the most terrifying and disgusting grimace in a ghost movie, swollen, foul-smelling, festering. . Like a lump of black and purple rotting meat. If it weren't for the fact that some of the secondary sexual characteristics on her breasts barely remained, no one would be able to tell her gender, and it would be a question of whether she could even be regarded as a human being.
Garen just pressed it, and his palm was covered with sticky, foul-smelling pus. "Throwing this image on the street outside, maybe those dead babies passing by will treat you as the same kind. The whole body is seriously infected and festered. If you hadn't met me, you would not even have a one-thousandth chance of surviving."
He closed the bedroom door, wet the towel with warm water, wrung it dry, then walked to the person next to the bed, and gently wiped off the pus on her face with the towel.
With his fingers like scissors, he cut off the man's long clothes and trousers with a few strokes, exposing the swollen and deformed body underneath.
Garen took the towel and began to carefully scrub the woman's whole body, removing all the dirt and blood clots on the surface. After asking Lala to change several basins of water one after another, she managed to clean it all up.
Then, he closed the door and told Lala not to come in.
I was alone, my palms had a slightly ruby-like luster, like hands carved from jade.
Standing in front of the woman, Garen took a deep breath.
"Boom!!!"
Garen made a sound like a bee vibrating, and at the same time his hands and ten fingers produced a large afterimage, and quickly tapped on the woman's chest, abdomen, head, and legs.
Huge sound waves continuously vibrated the woman's whole body, and Garen felt as if he was treating a scorched corpse. When he touched the acupuncture points that should be there, the touch felt like rotten wood.
This is him using the method of secret martial arts to temporarily activate the potential of life to achieve the purpose of quickly healing the body, similar to Tiangang Balie. It's just that this kind of activation will have a certain impact on the lifespan of the body, but at this juncture, if this woman can't make it through, she probably won't even have her life, let alone her lifespan.
(end of this chapter)