"Huckster, I'll ask you again. Where is your man? Handing him over is also saving him," Ye Lang said to the huckster.
"First of all, please correct your choice of words. I'm not a huckster. Please call me Bishop Yi Deng." Outside the door, the huckster, no, Bishop Yi Deng, seemed to have relaxed a lot and was able to talk freely with Ye Lang.
"Bishop Yi Deng, please answer my question. I don't have time to play word games with you now." Ye Lang changed the way he addressed him. He had always been a very polite person. Even in the face of despicable people, he could still maintain his politeness.
"Young man, you're too rude. You should at least …" At this moment, Bishop Yi Deng said, taking advantage of his seniority. Perhaps it was because he didn't like being led by the nose by Ye Lang, so he continued to speak politely at such a critical moment. At the same time, it was also nonsense.
"You really have a lot of nonsense to say. Do you really have to force me to flip out?" At this moment, Ye Lang rushed toward Bishop Yi Deng and punched him in the mouth.
At this moment, although Bishop Yi Deng was only inches away from Ye Lang, Bishop Yi Deng should have dodged Ye Lang's sudden outburst. However, he didn't because, like everyone else, he felt that Ye Lang's punch wouldn't hit him.
This was because there was a barrier between the two of them.
Therefore, at this moment, Bishop Yi Deng was smiling. He wanted to wait and laugh at Ye Lang's idiotic behavior, but —
“？” Bishop Yi Deng's smile suddenly stopped. He saw a slight fluctuation in the barrier. Ye Lang's fist had actually come out. He wanted to dodge, but it was already too late.
Bang!
To everyone's surprise, Ye Lang's fist broke through the barrier and struck Bishop Yi Deng's mouth hard.
"Ah …" Bishop Yi Deng screamed as his teeth flew out of his mouth. He had truly been beaten until he was looking for his teeth all over the ground. Just like that, he fell backward.
"What's going on? Why can his fist extend out? "
At this moment, everyone was curious about this. However, they soon felt that this was a trivial matter because Ye Lang's entire body had come out and passed through the barrier.
After Ye Lang passed through, he grabbed Bishop Yi Deng's collar and made a few movements with one hand. Ripples appeared on the barrier again, and he dragged Bishop Yi Deng into the barrier.
To Ye Lang, he could enter and leave the spirit formation as he pleased. It had no effect on him at all.
"What are you doing? Release the bishop!" shouted the people outside. They wanted to open the door, but they didn't dare to.
If they opened the door now, the people inside would definitely rush out, and the plague might spread.
"Since he doesn't want to hand over the person, then I'll create an infected person who has just been infected," Ye Lang said calmly.
What did it mean to create one? What did he mean?
For a moment, no one understood what Ye Lang meant. But soon, they understood because Ye Lang had removed all of Bishop Yi Deng's defenses.
He wanted Bishop Eden to be infected, so there was a new infection.
"You …"
Everyone stared blankly at Ye Lang. They never thought that Ye Lang would have such a move, and that he would really dare to do it, using the bishop of the Saint as a test subject.
If the plague subsided, wouldn't he be afraid of the Saint's revenge? Did he just want to drag someone down with him?
Probably not. If he wanted to drag someone down with him, he could do even more because he could enter and exit the barrier anyway.
"What, what are you trying to do …" Bishop Yi Deng was like an eggplant that had been hit by frost — stunned.
He understood that he had already been infected. There was no need to prove it. There were so many infected people here, and they were telling him this fact.
"If you don't want to save him, then I'll do it. Just do what you have to do outside," Ye Lang said calmly.
"It's not that we don't want to, but we really have no choice. To tell you the truth, it's not the first doctor to be infected today. There were already five or six before this. We just didn't hide it from you all, afraid that it would cause you to panic." Bishop Yi Deng had already said whatever he wanted to say.
He thought that he was dead for sure. He didn't have any hope that Ye Lang could save him.
"Why are you leaking air?" Ye Lang suddenly asked.
"…" Everyone was silent.
It's all because of you. How many teeth did you just knock out …
Bishop Yi Deng was extremely depressed at this moment. He had to swallow his teeth because he didn't know if the young man in front of him would suddenly flip out.
Where did this young man come from?
Oh right, I haven't finished asking this question.
"Young Master, who are you?" Bishop Yi Deng continued to ask while covering his mouth, as if he was afraid that Ye Lang would hit him again.
"Me? My name is Ye Lang. I'm a good person who helps everyone." Ye Lang was no longer anxious, so he naturally didn't need to flip out. He was now taking Bishop Yi Deng's pulse and observing the situation of the plague virus to see how it invaded the human body.
You're still a good person. I think you're the evil one, Bishop Yi Deng thought to himself.
"Young Master Ye Lang, why did you come here? You don't have to die with these people." Bishop Yi Deng was very curious about this, and so was everyone present.
"Didn't I say that I'm a good person? I just want to save people. Do I need a reason?" Ye Lang asked curiously. Did he need a reason to save people?
Yes, did he need a reason?
Everyone asked themselves, and the answer they got was no. However, they couldn't do it, at least not like Ye Lang, who ignored his own condition to save people.
The doctors outside were proof of this.
The people of the Sacred City felt even more ashamed. They were believers of the Goddess of Light, and they had to save the believers of the Sacred Church, but they couldn't compare to this strange young man in front of them.
After interacting with him, they realized that Ye Lang had something that none of them had. It was something simple that no one could do.
The people who came later liked Ye Lang, who was usually muddle-headed. They liked his simple and natural aura.
"You're a strange person." Bishop Yi Deng sighed. "You could have left, but you stayed. You knew that this plague couldn't be cured, but you still wanted to save it …"
"Who said that it can't be cured? It's just that there's no solution for now. I'll find a way." Ye Lang frowned.
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