The moonlight fell on the ground at the right time, brushing over the canopy, caressing the branches, spreading over the grass, and spilling into the stream, where the sparkling stardust floated on the surface of the water like snow in early spring, and floated along the stream through transparent glass containers. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

After washing the potion bottle in the stream water several times to make sure that the diluted purifying plague potion was dissolved, Zhang Wan began to carefully scrub the delicate potion bottle, the body of the bottle, the neck of the bottle, especially the mouth of the bottle, every part that came into contact with the patient was smeared with the diluted potion, and carefully washed in the stream water to ensure that it could be used again and not cause a wider spread of the plague, after all, the potion bottle was one of the few in the expeditionary army with a priest unless the situation was exceptional.

After cleaning, Zhang Wan put the potion bottle in her hand into the flax bag full of bottles beside her, sighed with a crisp collision sound, she rubbed her stiff and sore shoulders, and sighed again: "I must be crazy." ”

When the white-robed priest patiently asked who would like to take care of the infected wounded, the adventurers who did not want to deal with the plague shy away, and only she, with a hot brain, stepped forward and accepted the priest's invitation.

Even Zhang Wan couldn't understand what she was thinking at the time, maybe it was "not necessarily without a chance" that Lin Qing's words before leaving were like a spell lingering in her ears, maybe she was moved by the pure hope in the eyes of the young priest, or maybe it was out of the desire for the divine power called out by the priest, so she came to the camp for the wounded soldiers in isolation.

Zhang Wan, who stepped into the camp of the wounded soldiers, once thought that she was in hell, the wounded infected with the plague were covered in every tent, and the ulceration of the infected people's blood mixed with pus began on the face and spread to every part of the body, but these soldiers who were invincible in Nemean and Carlos were defeated by the plague on Mount Kagash and lay on a stretcher and moaned in pain. Moaning and even wailing, the pungent rancid stench that filled the air and could not be filtered even by three layers of cloth, she had never been so close to the shadow of death.

The threat of the plague is like a poisonous snake lurking in the shadows, and its cold gaze makes people shudder, Zhang Wan struggles to overcome the instinctive fear and adapt to her work: bringing blessings to the wounded and wiping the water from the wounds, delivering food and drink, and taking and delivering potions, all the work that has direct contact with the plague has nothing to do with her, but the work of caring for the thousands of infected people is shared only by a few remaining priests and alchemists, and the sharing still makes Zhang Wan tired.

Even though they were busy and could not approach Iola's priests, the members of the Helping Hand were always on the front lines of the fight against the plague, personally wiping the bodies of the infected, blessing the warriors, and performing large-scale purification ceremonies...... Always busy, I didn't find the slightest opportunity.

Just when Zhang Wan was already feeling cornered and confused, a sloppy alchemist stopped her, the old alchemist who was revered by the soldiers as Master Brigdon was boiling potions in the open camp, he complained angrily about the lack of manpower and the fact that the lion army was full of sword-wielding bosses, until he saw Zhang Wan, who looked thin but smart, and with the mentality that it wouldn't be worse anyway, the old alchemist called Zhang Wan, who was carefully holding a pack of potions, Tell her to serve as his assistant for the time being.

As the general sales of a multinational chemical company, Zhang Wan, who has been to the production plant many times, is unexpectedly familiar with this kind of work, although the factory does not use alchemy tables and crucibles, but more or less understand similar objects, under the teaching of the old alchemist, her operation is cautious and smooth, kneading herbs, mixing medicinal liquids, controlling the heat, coupled with the special carefulness of women, compared to the timid lion soldiers, it is indeed excellent.

So Zhang Wan became Brigton's temporary assistant, providing limited assistance to the old alchemist when he made the green turtledove chrysanthemum elixir, and she was indeed attracted by the mysterious alchemy, unlike the boring repetition of the modern industrial assembly line, alchemy is completely the pinnacle of mysterious knowledge and extreme personal skills, and when you reach out and know the effect of the year, a spell changes the composition of the potion, and in full shaking makes the two bottles of potion dissolve without spilling a drop, and at an amazing speed to the same amount of potion in the crucible, Everything was so natural in the hands of the old alchemist, it seemed to be flowing smoothly, almost like the Tao.

At the same time, Zhang Wan also received a task issued by the main god because of the job of temporary assistant, helping the alchemy master Brigdon to fight the plague until the war is won or the plague is eliminated, rewarding 800 reward points and a two-star ability card, this task prompt Zhang Wan was surprised and delighted, and it also made her more convinced of Lin Qing's words.

"It's not necessarily that there is no chance," Zhang Wan's pupils brightened, and she neatly cleaned the last potion bottle, and then put it in a flax bag, "I will definitely live." ”

"Coo-coo, the severed cuckoo is calling, pecking at the child's eyes and swallowing it."

The singing sound is like a subtle breeze, and I don't know how many leaves and grass stems have been transmitted, blowing into Zhang Wan's ears through the insects and streams.

"What sound?" Zhang Wan was startled, but it was as silent as ever, the swarthy woods had not changed color, the sparse insect chirping occasionally sounded with the moonlight, only the enchanted pyroxene around her provided her with enough light and security, and everything was still the same.

"Did I hear it wrong?" Confused, Zhang Wan decided to put the question behind her, she tied the flax bag full of empty bottles with a cow tendon rope, picked up the pyroxene and potion satchel placed on the bank of the stream, and prepared to return to the camp.

"Tear the whining and crying books away, and the living body overflows with wailing.

In the black and wide dungeon, the paradise on the Dead Island is to be locked with a red chain. ”

The ethereal singing voice followed the old path again, and found Zhang Wan with strange notes, and the not-so-clear soft chant seemed to be a vague multiple singing, and there were always a few tones that split into a squirming echo, arousing a large area of goosebumps.

"Who is it?" Zhang Wan finally felt panic and crisis, the insect chirping that should have been in the summer seemed to be separated by her throat, the silent woods trembled silently, she looked upstream of the stream, a large area of miserable green light replaced the clear silver-white light, slowly diffused with the flowing water.

The tide of fear flooded Zhang Wan, overwhelming every nerve of this woman, and the instinct for survival yelled in her ear to run away, but the only reason drove her to tremble and touch her face.

Hypocritical masquerade, this two-star treasure once again faithfully fulfilled its functions and obligations, Zhang Wan's rough skin in the eyes of outsiders gradually cracked, dried up, became stiff and gray, her emaciated figure swelled like an inflatable, her messy short hair stretched out like a spider's web, making a rustling sound, and in the blink of an eye, Zhang Wan had completed the transformation from a human to a tree.

"Hey, the farmer's bones are stained with blood, and hey, the king's brain is dry.

Who will carry the coffin? Uh-huh, I'll sing the funeral song first. ”

A miserable green figure floated from the stream, holding a worn lamp in one hand and a long chain in the other, Zhang Wan bit her lower lip with all her might, until the blood flowed out so that her cry would not alarm the evil spirit.

The evil spirit stood on the water, the lamp in its hand glowing as green as its body, and then it could be heard humming an oozing tune for the song, the chains with the old accompaniment, and the source of the lyrics was actually the lantern.

"The soul in the lamp sings loudly, regardless of the fire burning beneath him.

Looking at the blood outside the lamp, let me find you a companion. ”

It floated slowly, all the way to the shore, until it stopped in front of a trembling tree.

"Behold, the poor man fled, and struck the sword, and died.

The bone-picker's carriage laughed, and the soul hunter's robe opened! ”

The singing in the lamp grew higher and higher, and it was not until she yelled at the tree that Zhang Wan had incarnated that she felt desperate, Zhang Wan screamed, turned and ran, but met the eyes of the skull floating on the head of the evil spirit behind her.

"I, too, laughed." The evil spirit finally spoke, and the faint hoarse bass came out again and again, reaching Zhang Wan's heart, her eyes rolled, and she fell to the ground and fainted.