Chaoyang City.

Because the therapist's home could no longer accommodate the recent surge in patients, several nearby houses were borrowed to house the frail ones.

Not long after the establishment of this new city, the people who lived here were still not accustomed to it, and could not consider it "their own city", more often than not, they called it "settlement", and they also retained the various habits they once left behind in the "settlement".

This is not the age of human beings, the fragile body does not have the powerful power inherited, and under the oppression of other races, human beings have never had a home of their own.

Even if there are more crazy common enemies such as demons and demon wolves, there is no room for human beings among the pan-human races, and weakness is the root of this situation.

Human settlements are often unstable and can face external threats at any time, often leveling them to the ground at the slightest infestation by a group of demons. So most people are ready to flee for their lives at any time, and that's how they have come over these long histories.

Survivors and fugitives either take advantage of the protection of the pan-human race to obtain a minimum of life safety and become servants who have lost their freedom.

So as the number of patients increased, the people in those houses moved out easily.

They didn't have any concept of "home", but when the more noble therapist said this, they quickly packed up their things and vacated their old house without complaint.

There are still many empty houses in Chaoyang City, and Osaikus doesn't know why the Lord has been maintaining the order of expansion, and it is clear that the residents here are enough to live.

But as long as it was commanded by the Lord, Osecus would do his best to arrange it, so that almost every day new stone houses were erected on the outskirts of the town, and the dirt roads that were divided by simple feldspar bricks seemed to grow outward, and continued to extend farther and farther.

Sasriel walked slowly through the streets with Zoya on his shoulder.

Most of the Extraordinary have been co-opted by the War Corps, but the makeshift craftsmen are also quick learners, they are not Extraordinary, but the ability of humans to learn has never been related to extraordinary strength, but after a simple instruction, they have begun to carve different patterns on the stone to beautify the appearance of the house.

Sitting on Sasriel, Zoya shook her head back and forth along the way, even though his eyes were peaceful, but also glowing with curiosity, constantly observing everything around him.

Sasriel also intended to give Zoya such a chance to see everything here.

Initially, Darriberg did not fully believe Amanis's account, and he was skeptical of Zoya's origins, but after coming into contact with Zoya's essence and Zoya's acceptance of the "new body", this suspicion was put on hold for the time being.

Darriberg has a deep interest in Zoya's origins, and from the information provided by Amanisis, Zoya was previously in a relatively closed environment, and her perception of the outside world was very confused.

So Dariberg wanted Sasriel to take Zoya out for a walk, at least now that Zoya had a more stable body, she didn't have to worry about leaving the courtyard.

"Let him learn to feel the normal world, and maybe make him more impressed by the world." Dariberg said so at the time.

And Sasriel knew another meaning of himself: if he wanted to change Zoya's view of the world, he could only influence him from those subtle places, little by little.

This may take a long time.

Sasriel looked sideways at the lark, his pale yellow feathers occasionally floating in bright light, but not noticeable in the rising sunlight of Dariberg.

Sasriel nodded the lark's paws, "If you notice anything out of the ordinary, you can tell me." ”

The lark lowered his head slightly, showing a rather docile attitude: "Yes." ”

"Don't be so formal, you can be casual. We all know that you don't believe in Darzyborg, but are following the example of Ulorius and Medici. At least we haven't reached the point where we can pay attention to status, there are so many things to do, and there are not so many people. ”

Sasriel smiled and withdrew his gaze, a curtain of shadows hovering over him, obscuring his form, and as long as Sasriel moved forward, deliberately approaching the shadows between the houses, it would be difficult for the ordinary residents to notice.

Most of the inhabitants of the area knew Sasriel and worshipped him as "the incarnation of the sun god", and if he did walk through the city without disguise, he would soon be blocked by an enthusiastic crowd.

Sasriel didn't like the title very much, but because Darriborg and he had so much to do, the revision of the temporary canon was delayed, long after Darriborg's plan to take back his authority.

The afternoon sun is very strong, and there are not many residents on the streets, after all, the population of the entire Chaoyang City is only 30,000, and this is only the part that has been registered, and there is a new team almost every day, dragging the tired and even scarred body, into this city where rumors are constantly spreading.

The first thing they visit is often the therapist's courtyard.

Some of the people who come here have already acquired special abilities, and they will take on more important and critical responsibilities, such as healers - not ordinary witch doctors, but truly extraordinary beings, "healing priests".

If there is an opportunity to be promoted, the "Harvest Priest" will not stay in the small courtyard, but go to work in the fields outside the town, and the primary goal of the city is to fill the stomachs of all the residents, and every day the city is "growing", welcoming more residents who want to live in peace, and sufficient food is also the basis of this life.

Saslir approached the stone house with wooden planks drawn on the large red cross, and the outer perimeter was enclosed by rough stone stakes.

The idea of a "nursing home" is also based on the planning of Dariberg, which is a "medical institution" with a clear purpose. But Darzyberg can only give a rough framework, and what to do is to be built by the enthusiastic young people themselves.

But tents were also erected in the courtyard, and some thick straw stalks and leather were stacked haphazardly as makeshift beds, and in each bed lay sick people, most of them too weak to get up, and lay groggily in their sleep, with the occasional cough or retching or two.

As he walked under the tent, Sasriel was also carefully observing, and the symptoms of these patients were also very uniform, all of them had blue and black limbs, and some even had frostbite on their hands and feet, but their faces were red and shiny, and their foreheads were constantly oozing sweat.

It didn't take any further probing to determine at once that these people were under the influence of some occult substance that caused them to have such a discordant pathological change, and that they were in a state of extreme cold and heat at the same time.

Sasriel stopped next to a middle-aged man with a depressed expression, the man's condition was not very serious, but the convulsions of his stomach made him lie on the side of the bed and let out a violent retching sound.

He didn't spit out anything, and the middle-aged man raised his head alertly because someone was approaching, and looked blankly at the shadows scattered in front of him, as well as a dark-haired man who appeared in the shadows.

"Can I see how you're doing?" Sasriel asked.

After seeing Sasriel's face clearly, the man nodded busily,

Sasriel reached out and touched the man's forehead, heart, and abdomen, then sensed the limbs in more detail, and pondered for a moment.

Zoya didn't understand what he was doing, so she watched Sasriel's actions and flicked her wings and claws in confusion.

Sasriel nodded to the middle-aged man: "If you're afraid, close your eyes first." ”

The middle-aged man was so nervous in the face of the "incarnation of the sun god" that he couldn't speak at all, just stammered twice, and then nodded desperately.

Sasriel's fingers swiped down and landed on the middle-aged man's chest, and the skin clinging to the bones seemed to have gained its own life, including the lungs deep below the body, which began to repeat the process of agitation and contraction.

The middle-aged man looked down in horror, but he couldn't react at all, he didn't feel pain, but bursts of heat were slowly flowing to his limbs with the compression and release of his heart and lungs, making his increasingly stiff fingers warm again.

This change only lasted for a dozen seconds, and Saslier withdrew his hand: "This should help you relieve the pain, but you need to stay here and continue to recuperate." ”

"Thank you! Thank you for your blessings! The middle-aged man hung his head excitedly, clasped his hands together and kept whispering prayers.

Sasriel smiled and got up, and continued to walk through the tent to observe the situation, the smell of boiled herbs filling the air, so thick that it was bitter at the base of the tongue.

"Zoya, do me a favor and see the fate here."

The lark's eyes gradually closed, and the long river of silver flowed open in perception, reflecting the clear and distinct phantom of life. Zoya didn't snoop for long and quickly regained consciousness.

Sasriel had been watching His reaction: "What do you see? ”

"The shadow of death," the lark's pale eyes began to look around again, "there is a malicious figure wandering, but life remains. ”

"Yes, all the efforts they are making now are to stop that shadow from spreading. Patients are trying to survive, doctors are trying to get them back. ”

Saslier's voice was heavy.

"Chernobog, I don't understand." Zoya clenched her paws and looked back at a child who was still sobbing in her sleep, lying alone in her bed, without any family by her side, "Since you don't want to watch them suffer, you and Darzyborg can heal them, everyone." ”

"Yes, I can save them once, ten, a hundred, and that's a trivial matter for the power I have. If one day I can't help them anymore, who are they going to turn to? ”

Sasriel said this, his gaze resting on the girl for a moment, then he walked over and patted her on the back gently, the coldness of the girl's limbs dispelled, and her tears in her slumber gradually subsided.

With a long sigh, Sasriel left the young patient's bedside and walked towards the stone house in the middle of the "healing home".