Lucian looked at Jeno bitterly for a long time, and because of the urgency of time, and out of trust in him, he agreed to Jeno's suggestion.

Nodding his head to finish looking at each other, Jeno emerged from the corner of the hallway and walked towards the infirmary.

Before that, he was sure that Yorick was in the good camp, but this act of grabbing water was skewed from his perception, which made him keep an eye on it, and the footsteps were lowered.

Jeno slowly approached the door of the infirmary with his armor on.

The Mistwalkers seemed to ignore him, silent on either side of the doorway like gargoyles.

This shows that they are really manipulated to act, no wonder the facial features are only left with mouths, because it is useless to come.

Yorick probably didn't find himself, otherwise these fogwalkers wouldn't have been able to move before the enemy walked in front of them.

The austere door has been half-corroded by centuries of darkness, which has greatly diminished the mystery of the infirmary.

Jeno crept close to the doorframe like an old class patrol self-study class, ghostier than the most powerful assassin in Noxus, silently poking his head out and staring at the death stare in the infirmary.

The inside of the hospital hall was empty, with dusty stone bowls and melted candles in the corners of the walls, and a large stone platform in the middle. There is also a stone door in the medical hall, which is extremely heavy, but it does not feel so barren because it is often opened.

An unconscious man was lying on the stone platform, his shoulder was cut by a sharp weapon, the blood flowed all over his body, half of his face was corroded, and the molten flesh emitted a fishy stench, which could be smelled at the entrance of the medical hall.

It's a living person!

He was dressed in elaborate robes and leather boots, and judging by the red and black color scheme, he was very religious, but it was new compared to the rundown of Shadow Isle.

"Help me......" The physical pain made him cry out weakly in a coma, and the dark red blood almost stained the red of his robes black.

Of course, this cry for help was not for Jeno, there was another person in the infirmary.

Next to the stone platform stood a stout man, draped in a tattered gray hooded monk's robe, and Jeno was at his side, and only the endless vicissitudes and hesitations could be seen in his face in the shadow.

He was a living man, but his skin had long since turned as pale as that of a Mistwalker, and his bare arm clutched a glass bottle containing the Fountain of Life that had been hidden from Lucian.

This person is none other than Yorick the Soul Shepherd, the sole survivor of the Fuguang Island Cataclysm.

At the same time, Jeno noticed an unusual black mist surrounding Yorick, but he didn't dare to get too close to it because he had the fountain of life in his hand......

Jeno wanted to see what Yorick was going to do with the Fountain of Life.

After a moment's wait, he saw Yorick pull the cap of the bottle and, as if with great determination, close the mouth of the bottle to the wounded man's wound.

But when he was about to fall, the black mist in the medical hall became agitated, and he immediately plugged the cork, and cast a vigilant look at the door as if he were aware of it.

At the same time, the four fog walkers beside Jeno instantly woke up and stretched out their pitch-black claws to Jeno within reach!

"Yorick!"

The four claws stopped a moment before they were about to touch Jeno, as if time had stopped, only for Jano to call out the name of their common controller.

"Do you recognize me?" Yorick spoke, his hoarse voice full of doubt.

"You should know me, too." Jeno walked out from behind the door, not answering him directly, not thinking about how to answer such a question.

"Recognize, lost lamb. I don't want to kill the living, but if you're here to get the spring back for that undead, I don't mind taking the time to dig a cozy grave for you and add a subordinate, I've only got time left anyway. ”

Despite hundreds of years of seclusion, Yorick speaks without a noticeable sense of jerkiness.

Jeno guessed that it was the black fog around him, this black fog was consciously able to speak, but only Yorick could hear it, and the reason why Jeno was exposed just now was also because of this black fog.

Voyeurism is shameless, but reporting is even more shameless.

"Is there no other choice?" Jeno asked.

"Maybe you can wait for me to revive this man, and you can take him out of here by boat, leave that undead, and never set foot in this forbidden place for the living."

"Sorry, I don't have that idea right now. I've come to Shadowland to do something, and I'm just getting started...... I don't want to fight with you, because we have the same goal, maybe we can be allies? By the way, my name is Jeno and I'm from Piltover. ”

Jano flashed his steel arm and walked unguarded towards Yorick, across the massive stone platform from him.

As he thought, Yorick wouldn't attack a living person who had already shown good intentions.

"Piltover? From the other side of the sea? Yorick was at a loss, he had never heard of this place after hundreds of years of seclusion, was this the city of the afterlife? If Jeno had said Zuan, he might have heard something.

"It's a city that grew without magic, and you never have to worry about being overrun by a powerful curse."

Jeno's words allude to the terrible disasters that have taken place on the island, but they also show Yorick that he is not ignorant and fearless.

"What are you talking about?" Yorick wasn't interested in the outside world, because even if he did, he couldn't leave Shadow Isle, and he didn't want to go anywhere until his goal was accomplished.

"Break the curse of ruin."

"Breaking the Curse of Ruin......"

Jeno spoke the words that were hidden in his heart......

Although he has been working towards this goal, he has not said even once.

He didn't dare to say it, and no one listened to him.

For some reason, Yorick didn't sense the meaning of half a joke from Jeno's words, he was shocked at first, then silent, and the black fog around him began to stir again.

Jeno gave Yorick a moment to think before he went to examine the wounded on the stone platform.

It is really strange that there are living people in this paradise of the dead besides them.

There is still some difference between corrosion and decay, and the half of the rotten face of the injured on the stone platform is unappetizing.

Although Lucian is undead, at least his current half of his face is not so annoying.

After some searching, Jeno found the unconscious wounded man clutching a large seashell in his hand.

Jeno gently snapped his fingers open, and pulled the shell out of his hand.

As soon as I opened it, I found that it was actually a incense box, filled with a fragrant paste, which should have been added with mint, and it looked like a panacea without entering, and it smelled like it.

"Where is this incense box made? If you know where you come from, you can know where people come from. ”

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ps:There's no manuscript saved.,About one and a half o'clock after the second update will be sent.。