Roar!!!
In the grey sky outside the window, a gigantic white dragon flapped its gigantic wings and flew across the sky. It brought along a loud wind sound.
Garon was wearing a grey robe as he stood in front of the window and looked at the Petrifying White Dragon flying past. His eyes were unfocused and he seemed to be thinking about something.
He was standing in a new study room.
The walls and floor of the white study room were grey. The carpet and walls gave off a damp smell as if they had just been cleaned.
After standing there for a while, he turned around and looked at Lala who was arranging things behind him.
"Have you moved everything from the original study room?"
"Yes, sir." Lala placed the rag back into the basin. "Do you have any other orders? It's three o 'clock in the afternoon now. If there's nothing else, I'll go and fix the hole in the study room. "
"Just nail it with wooden planks. Nail a few more layers." Garon ordered.
"Alright." Lala hesitated. "But it'll leak air."
"You don't have to worry about that."
"I'll go down first."
"Mm, go ahead."
Garon turned around and sat beside the table. His eyes were still unfocused as if he was looking at somewhere far away.
Lala looked at him strangely and walked out of the new study room. She closed the door softly.
The sound of her footsteps gradually faded away.
Garon was still sitting beside the table and did not move for a long time. He just sat there in a daze.
He didn't know how much time had passed, but he suddenly heard a crisp clicking sound coming from his chest.
Garon adjusted the focus in his eyes. He blinked his eyes and rubbed his temples.
"Hmm … I still need some time to get used to the [Vision Sharing] spell … The scene and sound are totally different. It's like watching a mime show in a movie theater."
He rested for a while and his face showed a trace of doubt. He took out an exquisite pale gold pocket watch from his bosom. The spring on it had already stopped.
Garon turned the spring gently to give the pocket watch time.
"So many days have passed. How long has it been since I met Goth? Ten days? Twenty days? I feel that there is something wrong with that Elielan. "He put down his pocket watch and frowned.
Suddenly, a trace of pleasant surprise flashed across Garon's face. He stood up and looked out of the window. In that direction was a large expanse of grayish-white building ruins.
Between the abandoned city walls and buildings, a black beetle half the height of a human quickly crawled towards the villa.
It was biting the leg of a human's black pants in its mouth. Behind the trousers was a charred, emaciated body.
The body was wearing a long black shirt and trousers, and its hair was burnt. The exposed skin of its hands and feet was covered in large patches of black and red festering. Being dragged along by the beetles, the human body left a clear wet trail on the dirty ground.
The beetle crawled along the flat ground, bypassed a few potholes of various sizes, and quickly approached the villa.
Garon opened the window and leaped out of the window, landing steadily in the courtyard outside the villa. After he steadied himself, he took the initiative to face the black beetle that was dragging him.
As soon as he got closer, a festering and stinky smell wafted over.
Garen's eyebrows furrowed as he vigilantly scanned the body.
The body was charred, and almost all of the exposed skin was covered in black and red pustules and blisters. These large and small bubbles were like ripe purple grapes. They were densely packed in bunches and bunches. Some of them were worn out, and black and yellow viscous pus flowed out.
This person's face was covered in tiny pustules, and it was so swollen that his face could not be seen clearly. His eyes were only left with two slits. His lips were purple, and his body was swollen. He seemed to be in a coma.
All of his hair was burnt, and he was bald. Half of his scalp seemed to have been torn apart by a huge force, and his scarlet skin was faintly exposed.
Garon looked at this person and squinted his eyes. A trace of alertness flashed past his eyes.
"Interesting. Rather than saying that I found you, it is more like you found me. I don't believe that there would be such a coincidence. With such a large area, you just happened to be in a coma in my territory. "
He muttered to himself. He took a step closer and squatted down. He reached out and pulled open the clothes on the person's chest.
The black outerwear was pulled open, and there was nothing inside. A pair of almost rotted breasts popped out, like two of the biggest purple-red pustules.
"A woman?" He covered the clothes and stood up, trying to resist the stench. "Since you found me, I would like to see what you want to do."
Garon turned around and walked towards the villa. A Deep Swamp Croc crawled over from behind, and with a light flick of its tail, it put the woman on its back and followed steadily behind Garon.
The villa door was already open. Lala stood by the door with a calm expression. She had seen too many strange things in this period of time, and it was obvious that her nerves were numb.
She looked at the back of the Deep Swamp Croc that was following behind Garen, and the miserable state of the human body made her face turn pale. As they got closer, she had to cover her nose and endure the strong and pungent stench.
The stench made her want to vomit.
"Go get some water and a towel, and help her clean her body." Garon ordered in a low voice.
"Okay. I'll go get some warm water! "Lala ran towards the kitchen as if she was escaping.
Garon turned around and grabbed the person's left shoulder with one hand, and gently lifted her off the croc's back. He didn't mind the dirt, and held her with both hands.
"Who are you!? You're not Jess!? "Suddenly, his eyes met with a pair of shockingly bright eyes.
This woman actually spoke. Her voice was like a leaky bellows, and most of her throat was filled with gasping noises. Her accent was actually a pure Daniela dialect.
She flipped over and stood up, maintaining a distance of one meter from Garon.
"Jess? You really know a lot. "Garon squinted his eyes. She quietly looked at the bald woman in front of her whose hair had been burned off. "What a terrifying life force. If it was a normal person, with such injuries, they would have turned into a charred corpse. By the way, your Daniela dialect is very authentic. "
"Daniela dialect?" The woman's eyes showed a trace of confusion. "What's that?"
"Tell me, why are you looking for Jess?" Garon softly asked in Daniela dialect. During this period of time in the inner city, he purposely learned these common languages. Since he had a lot of potential points now, he didn't have to worry about wasting them. Now it seemed that coming over was a wise decision.
"Jess?" The woman was confused. "Right … Why am I looking for Jess? Who is Jess? "There was a clear trace of panic in her eyes.
Suddenly, she held her head tightly and squatted down, her swollen face showing a painful expression.
"My head … It hurts …!!" Her whole body fell limply to the ground, wriggling like a disgusting slug, leaving a pool of wet pus on the tiles in front of the door.
A disgusting smell spread out, making Garon, who had an unusually sensitive sense of smell, feel nauseous.
He could feel the flow of this woman's blood, as if he was seeing it with his own eyes.
Her blood was stagnating in her brain, and the rest of her blood was extremely weak, barely keeping her life from deteriorating.
It looked like a ball of tangled red yarn, but the knot was at the head of her brain.
"What's your name?" Garon lowered his voice, using his Secret Technique to directly transmit it into this woman's ears.
"I … 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, curling up on the ground, like a caterpillar that was about to be burned to death.
Lala just happened to be walking over with a silver basin and a black towel. She was stopped by Garon's hand.
Garon's eyes flashed a trace of confusion. "I'll do it myself, you go do your other things first."
"Yes." Lala didn't ask anything, she just lowered her head and turned around, continuing to do what she was doing.
Garon gently lifted this woman, with one hand holding the basin and towel, he went up to the second floor's auxiliary bedroom.
He tried to ask this person some common knowledge questions along the way, but realized that she couldn't remember anything. And judging from her blood, it didn't seem like she was lying.
This woman seemed to have suffered some serious head trauma. Garon checked her blood, and found that part of her brain had been damaged, that part of her brain had turned from tofu pudding to tofu dregs. A quarter of her brain was damaged, but this woman didn't die, she was still tenaciously surviving.
"This is a miracle!" Garon exclaimed in admiration as he retracted his hand from the woman's head, looking at the woman's face that was gradually losing consciousness. That face was like the most disgusting ghost face in a horror movie, swollen, smelly, and festering. It was like a black and purple pile of rotten meat. If it wasn't for the remnants of the secondary sex characteristics on her chest, no one would be able to tell her gender, or even treat her as a human.
Garon just pressed a little, and his palm was covered in sticky, smelly pus. "If I throw you out on the street like this, those dead babies passing by might treat you as one of their kind. If you didn't meet me, you wouldn't even have a one in a thousand chance of survival. "
He closed the bedroom door, wet the towel with warm water, and wrung it dry. Then he walked to the person beside the bed, and gently wiped off the pus on her face with the towel.
His fingers were like scissors, cutting off this person's long shirt and pants, revealing the swollen and deformed body underneath.
Garon took the towel and carefully wiped the woman's entire body, removing all the dirt, mud, and blood on the surface. He asked Lala to change a few basins of water, and only then did he manage to clean everything.
Then he closed the door, and asked Lala not to come in.
He was alone, and his hands were glowing like red jade, as if they were carved out of jade.
Standing in front of the woman, Garon took a deep breath.
"Buzz!!!"
Garon's mouth made a buzzing sound like a bee, and at the same time, his ten fingers created a large shadow, and quickly pressed on the woman's chest, abdomen, head, and legs.
The huge sound waves kept vibrating the woman's entire body, and Garon felt like he was treating a burnt corpse. His fingers pressed on the right acupuncture points, but it felt like rotten wood.
This was him using secret techniques to temporarily activate the life's potential, and achieve the goal of quickly healing the body, similar to Tenga Lie. However, this kind of activation would affect the body's lifespan, but at this point, if this woman couldn't pull through, she would probably lose her life, let alone her lifespan.
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