Wizard of All Souls

All three were badly injured.

Looking for a pharmacist and buying medicament, almost all the savings are spent, and it can only barely continue life.

The black curtain enveloped the sky.

The night sky was gloomy and cloudy, and a distant thunder flashed occasionally.

Squatted on the ladder outside the door.

Smell the pungent smell of medicine coming from the house, and the deep howling.

"Is this Obi's conspiracy?" Bertha said with a painful expression on her chest.

With the strength of the Obi Knight, it is not easy to kill the three reserve knights. The slightly stronger ordinary people are really easy.

However, the three of them were only injured.

It was badly hurt, but not fatal.

As long as there is money, it can be cured.

Even if you have no money, as long as you are lucky, there is a way to continue life.

"Cough, cough cough ..."

Bertha coughed, a little dark red blood clot appeared in the palm of his hand as he coughed.

She was also seriously injured, but still internally injured.

You have to meditate and recuperate.

But she didn't take medicine or healed because she didn't have any money, and then she had to work hard to make money to treat the three younger brothers.

The consequence of this is that her injuries are getting worse.

After she loses her ability to move, she and her three younger brothers will die one after another.

There are also ways to break the game, just abandon the three younger brothers.

Think of her former elder sister, who was at the mouth of Raya Street, and dozens of younger brothers.

As a result, all escaped today.

When confronted with Obi, it can still be said that he was forced by Obi's strength and dared not step forward to help.

What about now?

Why don't you want to help her with money?

Save your former companion?

"If not the three of them were injured, what would they choose to do?"

Deep inside Bertha's heart, a faint thought flashed by.

She was quickly suppressed by her.

Sitting on the stairs in a low mood.

In the sky, the dazzling lightning flashed one after another.

The wet raindrops fell down.

Fell on the roof.

Landed on the ground.

Landing on her hair, water droplets remained along the hair and flowed across her face.

Cool.

The whole body is drenched.

"Brother, when will you come back!"

Bertha lowered his head wearily, closed his eyes, and slept in a trance.

...

early morning.

Baisha was covered in dew.

The tiny body collapsed and fell to the ground.

The nose twitched from time to time, the cheeks were red and hot, and the body was trembling.

The dawn sun shines from the east to the world.

The sound of chickens in the distance and the wailing of pain in the room woke her from her sleep.

Sitting up confused.

Open your eyes, the scene in front of you is dim, and the whole world is like shrouded in thick fog.

She only felt weak.

There were tingling pains in the chest and abdomen.

Look up towards the sun.

The dazzling sunlight made her eyes half-open again squint again.

She was surprised to find that a small black figure was sitting on the mossy soil wall.

Black robe, fair skin, and sloppy smiley face.

A 13-year-old child?

She wanted to see clearly, but because she was too tired and the figure was facing the sun, she couldn't really see it.

"you are?"

Is it an illusion?

The child sitting on the dirt wall spoke.

The sound is so ethereal, as if it was introduced into the ear thousands of meters apart.

What did you say?

She didn't remember, and she didn't pay attention.

But in the blink of an eye.

"Quack ..."

The figure on the clay wall disappeared, and a dark crow flew into the sky with an ominous cry.

At this time, she finally adjusted to the dazzling sunlight.

The scene in my eyes gradually became clear.

"Is it really an illusion?"

A drowsiness of sleep struck, and the consciousness gradually immersed in the darkness.

In her sleep, she was sitting in the small courtyard, and an unrealistic figure on the dirt wall kept talking to her.

The surrounding scene is constantly distorted.

She clearly knew that this was a dream, but there was more than that, but what the figure said clearly entered her ears.

...

"Wow!"

In the hot sun, Bertha sat up all at once.

"Oops, it's all about this time."

She quickly got up, soaked the dry cake in water, and fed it to the seriously injured younger brother.

Touching the grunting stomach, "Let's find some wild vegetables outside the city."

He dragged his hungry, tired and injured body into the field outside the city. After walking around the field, he couldn't find a piece of grass.

"It's too late."

Everyone looking for wild vegetables usually leaves early in the morning.

It's noon now, how could it still be?

There is no way but to walk up the mountain.

Hope to find some berries.

Walking on the thorny mountain road, his eyes constantly scanned around.

Did not find any food to eat.

"Ok?"

Looking at a jagged weed growing under the tree.

An inexplicable knowledge flashed in my mind.

"Seven-foot grass? The leaf city is jagged, with seven leaves, and the crushed slurry can stop bleeding and treat internal injuries."

Somehow, a piece of knowledge she had never learned came to mind.

The original bland weeds were extremely useful herbs.

"Only five leaves, are they immature yet?"

Look around.

Originally, there were thorns and no value in the wilderness, but she discovered one treasure after another.

"what happened?"

Not just knowledge of herbs.

Several prescriptions also appeared in the mind.

What's even more surprising is that the prescriptions just happened to treat her and her brother's injuries.

And the materials are pretty easy to find.

Although I don't know what is going on, if the knowledge in her mind is true, then she and her brothers are saved.

Suddenly, Bertha, who was desperate in her heart, looked around with bright eyes.

When the sun goes down.

She returned to the ruined house with a pile of herbs.

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Fire.

Boil the medicine.

It's time to verify the knowledge in mind.

"It must be true, it must be useful!"

Bertha prayed while adding firewood.

All she can rely on now is the inexplicable knowledge in her mind.

The medicine is ready.

"call--"

Pick up a bowl of thick medicine soup and take a deep breath.

Swallow it.

"Woo wow wow wow ..."

Bertha immediately screamed while covering her mouth.

After putting the bowl down quickly and drinking the cold water in a big sip, it was much better.

"It's too anxious."

Blow cold herbal soup and drink slowly.

Sit for a few minutes and feel the physical changes brought by the medicament.

Warm heat radiated from the abdomen and flowed all over the body.

For ten minutes after drinking the herbal soup, she felt the whole body was warm and extremely comfortable.

After ten minutes, the effect of the medicine gradually receded.

The sharp pain inside the body appeared.

"Really useful!"

Without hesitation, she gave the boiled medicinal soup to the seriously injured younger brother.

There are a few more prescriptions.

Both topical and internal are available.

Overnight, he cooked up the remaining prescriptions.

Drink it internally.

Apply externally.

After everything is handled, the time has arrived late at night.

Sitting on the stairs outside the door.

The sound of insects continually passed into the ear.

Bertha was messy all over, with an unpleasant smell of stains and medicine all over his body, looking like a dirty beggar.

Although life is so dismal.

The body is so bad.

The stomach was still gurgling.

But her heart was full of hope.

"What is going on?" She remembered the dream she had last night.

The things I dream about are usually forgotten after waking up.

That dream is the opposite.

When I wake up, I don't remember anything.

As time went by, I thought of it bit by bit.

What the figure in the dream said was so clear.

"The herbal medicine knowledge, the prescription and the method of refining plaster were all taught by him." Bertha was full of doubts, "The person in the dream taught me knowledge?"

It's ridiculous to think about it.

I'm afraid I'm afraid to be laughed at.

But only this explanation.

Otherwise, it is impossible to explain why there is some knowledge in my mind that I have never learned and heard.

It just happened to cope with her current situation.

"I met a god? Or a demon?"

Knowledge is taught in dreams, she has only heard of it in mythology.

In many mythological rumors, the **** dreams give heroes knowledge, weapons, and methods of pointing.

So she—

"That's a god? Am I a hero?"

Thinking about it, Bertha laughed loudly.

"Just like me returning the hero."

Although I do not know what is going on.

Although incomprehensible.

But one thing is clear, the knowledge gained in the dream helped her.

Whether the other party is a **** or a demon, she now has only one way to go.

Sleeping on the dirty ground.

Eyes closed tightly.

I kept shouting in my heart, "Come out and come back again!"

She wanted to enter that dream again.

Want to see that person again.

Want to get more knowledge.

Want ...

power!

"Father, mother, brother ..."

The familiar faces flashed one by one in my mind.

She could only rely on others' cowardice and incompetence, and now she finally has a glimmer of hope.

Although in a dream.

Consciousness gradually fainted.

Unconsciously, she fell asleep.

On this day, she experienced great joy and sorrow, and she was so tired.

...

Bertha "woke up".

I felt my body was full of strength, and all the injuries on my body were gone.

Mental state is also very good, not at all like a tired day.

Opened his eyes and stood up.

She stood in a place similar to the small courtyard where she was asleep.

It's just that the surrounding scenes are very blurry, like they are made of thick ink, and they are constantly twisted and changed.

"dream?"

It is clearly in a dream, but her consciousness is so clear.

"correct!"

She quickly looked in a certain direction.

The dazzling light made her squint involuntarily.

As if facing the sun, the scene in my eyes was white.

Only a small figure could be seen vaguely.

A black dress, fair skin, a child of 13 or 14 years old.

"You, you are ..."

There are too many doubts in Bertha's mind.

But before she asked, the other party spoke.

The knowledge in the words kept flowing into her mind.

There are obviously many questions to ask, but I do not know why I am completely immersed in learning.

But when she realized something was wrong, she was already awake.

"Pen, pen, paper ..."

She hurriedly searched for pen and paper, trying to write down the knowledge in her mind.

She stopped suddenly.

I found that dreams existed as if they were real, and they seemed to be unreal.

No matter how she patted her head, the knowledge she learned in the dream could not be remembered.

"Is this the same again? It slowly emerged after a while?" She could only pray like this.

What if the dream is false?

Did she learn anything in her dream?

Was it a miracle last time?

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