Hurry up, please be kind

Chapter 211 The Land of the Gods 4
"what 's wrong?"

Si Zhuo stepped forward to check, the patient saw her, as if seeing a savior, and knelt down in front of her, begging in pain, "High Priest, save me, save me..."

The man looked up at her, his face shocking.

Large and small bluish-black sarcoids piled up on his face, squeezing his facial features, making it difficult for people to distinguish his mouth and nose, only a bunch of disgusting sarcoids.

The same goes for his bare/exposed neck.

"High Priest, they have already gone to the best doctor, but they found nothing. They don't know the cause of the disease, nor can they find a way to cure it. This kind of disease has never appeared before..."

The people of Yushen Temple reported to her.

Si Zhuo looked at the patient carefully, only for a while, then his heart sank, this is not a normal disease.

In this short period of time.

People came in one after another, men and women, old and young, from all over the world, covering almost all groups of people.

And some of them were perfectly healthy.

After questioning, they did not do anything that might damage their bodies, nor did they take the initiative to be contaminated with unclean things. They just lived and worked in peace and contentment every day.

However, disaster fell from the sky.

There were no signs, and it was unexpected.

Si Zhuo's expression was serious, and he ordered in a cold voice, "Notify the branch halls of the imperial gods in all places, thoroughly investigate the origins of all diseases, closely monitor the diseases in various places, and find out all possible causes of the disease..."

"This epidemic should not be underestimated. There may be a catastrophe in the land left by the gods. Famous doctors from all over the world are called together to study the antidote."

"Yes!"

Everyone is aware of the seriousness of the problem.

Under Si Zhuo's order, he acted quickly. On ordinary days, he watched the leisurely people of Yushen Temple suddenly and frequently shuttled through the streets and alleys, and the tense atmosphere spread throughout the world.

In a quiet room in the Imperial Palace.

The silver light from Si Zhuo's fingertips penetrated between the eyebrows of a patient.

The patient looked straight at her, beseeching, expecting, fearing, and living desires all blending in his eyes.

She tentatively used her power to get rid of the disease, and as soon as her power entered his body, he convulsed in pain, the sarcoma on his body trembled, big and small, extremely terrifying.

Si Zhuo felt that there was a gloomy and cold force, instead of being expelled by her, it was greedily entwined, trying to devour her power.

She felt a chill in her heart and fought against it.

That force is not her opponent, but because of her intervention, that force rampages in the patient's body, which intensifies the ravages on the patient's body.

The patient wailed in pain in her ear.

力 姒 has to recover the strength, and the patients are still painful, rolling on the ground, twitching, and the voice is miserable.

Si Zhuo was helpless for a moment.

After his violent reaction passed, she found in her heart coldly that the old man on his body was a little bit heavier. The man who had only a little gray hair suddenly became full of white hair and intact skin, and he became like an old man. Haggard and slack.

The largest tumor on his face fell off.

The blue-black tumor rolled to Si Zhuo's feet, and something seemed to be wriggling in the tumor, trying to break through the ground.

The patient's vitality plummeted at this moment.

Qi is like a gossamer, and the lamp is dry when the oil is exhausted.

"High Priest, help me..."

Hearing his voice, Si Zhuo froze helplessly, but frowned, trying not to look back.

The hope in the other party's eyes was annihilated into despair.

She shot a silver light that split the tumor in half.

Her eyes were alert and cold, and she saw a blue-black smoke drifting out, and then there was a blue-black worm wriggling excitedly in the sarcoma, making a hoarse and piercing sound.

It also wanted to squirm and crawl towards her.

It smelled like something delicious.

Si Zhuo's face was sullen, silver light wrapped it, crushed it in an instant, turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared.

She turned her head to look at the patient again, he was already dead, the sarcoma on his body trembled one by one, some fell off his body, some broke the sarcoma directly, and crawled out a disgusting bug.

It's not a disease at all.

This is clearly, being regarded as a parasite by this group of bugs!
Si Zhuo's silver light destroyed the patient and all the sarcoma bugs, and his heart felt unprecedentedly heavy.

what the hell is this...

Si Zhuo took a deep breath, walked out of the room, and came to the main hall, just when she appeared, she was besieged by overwhelming begging.

"High Priest, help me..."

"High Priest, God, please save us..."

"High Priest, I don't want to die yet..."

"High Priest, my ancestors have been honest and responsible mud legs for generations. They have never done anything harmful to nature. Why should we suffer such a catastrophe? High Priest, save us..."

"High priest, you are our god, you said that you will protect us forever, we have always worshiped you..."

"High Priest, you must save me..."

Si Zhuo looked at it with a glance, and the vast hall was already full of people, densely packed and endless.

They all looked at her with miserable faces.

I couldn't see everyone's appearance clearly, but I could only see piles of sarcoid tumors, and a pair of painful eyes squeezed out of the sarcoid tumors.

As if she was their only salvation.

Redemption is too heavy a word.

Si Zhuo was a little out of breath. She thought of how helpless she was just now, and looked at Wu Ya Yaren. She had never been so heavy before when she was struggling in the abyss.

She opened her mouth, her voice astringent.

"Don't be impatient, everyone, there will be a way, there is no way out, believe me, I will think of a way..."

No one could hear the difficulty in her words.

The crowd of people in the temple just felt that they had taken a reassurance, and they all knelt down on the ground, bowed their heads to her, and regarded her as their only salvation and faith as they did a long time ago.

"Thank you High Priest..."

"We believe in the High Priest, the High Priest will save us, we know you will have a way..."

"High priest, you are our god, just like before, you will definitely save us..."

"I beg High Priest, you must hurry up, I am in so much pain, I can't last long..."

"Thank you High Priest for showing mercy to the world..."

Standing alone on a high place, Si Zhuo looked at the person prostrating in front of her, and felt a cold breath slowly penetrate into her body from the soles of her feet, making her feel cold all over.

She looked up at the sky, the sky was gray.

The sky was covered by dark clouds, just like the land left by the gods at this time, depressed and desperate, she tried her best to find a ray of hope like before.

The connection between the Land of the Gods and the God Realm.

broke again...

　God Realm: Lost contact if something happens.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)