CHAPTER 222: I NEED TO HEAL THEM

He spoke gravely, "That should be an anomalous curse capable of excavating and amplifying the negative emotions within his heart. This type of curse is usually triggered through one or multiple mediums, and once triggered, it becomes extremely ferocious."

Moreover.

If the Executor and the others truly saw the outline of a clown within his body.

Then it indeed bore a very strong resemblance to a certain curse he had learned about before.

But even within the Night Doctors' records, this curse was not documented extensively.

The only recorded instance was in a file from several decades ago, which described what a Night Doctor witnessed while traveling to a city shrouded in mist.

The record described an ancient city located in the Dark World that, due to releasing an ancient and mysterious entity, led to a city-wide curse riot, with thousands of creatures being enveloped by the curse and driven insane.

And the curse they suffered from back then was that very Clown Curse.

Every person afflicted by the curse would, over time, develop cognitive distortions.

And under the influence of the curse, they would gradually, frantically and anxiously, activate the medium within their bodies, causing the curse inside them to continuously spiral out of control.

And if they could not free themselves from the curse's influence before it completely spiraled out of control...

Then the out-of-control negative emotions would slowly form a brand new, insane will within the host's body.

Then completely replace that person!

This was also the most dangerous aspect of this curse!

"Because rumors say this curse originates from an evil clown that was released, and because the cognitive abnormalities they exhibit are too insane, this curse was named..."

"The Crying Clown!"

Raven said profoundly.

...

A few minutes later, the two, having temporarily suppressed the curse within them, swiftly moved through the streets.

The Executor had already been dispatched by Raven to rendezvous with the other Night Doctors.

Black Skull turned his head, looking gravely at Raven, and asked hoarsely:

"Commander, if it truly is the curse you described, how should we deal with it?"

Raven spoke gravely, "First, understand one point: most curses are countered by Holy Power. The curse within that youth has only just begun to show signs of spiraling out of control, clearly indicating he hasn't been afflicted for long. Given that, we have a method to expel it from him."

Black Skull asked uncertainly, "Holy Power... You mean?"

"In other places, it might be very troublesome, but here it's different."

Raven lifted his head, gazing far into the distance towards the church at the center of the town, his eyes profound.

"This town happens to possess a relic from the Sacred World."

Several black crows flew past the high cross-topped dome of the church.

The church stood amidst the black mist, utterly decayed and dilapidated.

...

And at this very moment.

Inside the church.

The Mayor stood there solemnly, leaning on his Staff, with hundreds of deeply worried town residents behind him.

Most of the residents had taken advantage of the earlier lull to move into the church. Those residents who had been touched by the youth and infected with the malignant disease had also been properly accommodated.

"Mayor! What on earth is going on?"

"Why did Doctor Lynn suddenly become like that? And everyone touched by Doctor Lynn has developed various abnormal symptoms..."

The surrounding townsfolk were pale-faced, one after another, restless and fearful.

Because they discovered that the diseases Doctor Lynn inflicted upon them were very similar in type to the diseases found on those subdued werewolves earlier.

But they couldn't understand it no matter how hard they thought.

He was clearly quite friendly before...

The Mayor looked up solemnly and said, "This is the Dark World;

nothing is impossible. Perhaps he was influenced by something, or perhaps he was always a disease-spreading evil spirit. Regardless of the situation, all we can do is strive to protect ourselves."

In the spacious Main Hall, candle flames flickered.

And just at that moment.

Suddenly.

Two figures wearing Plague Doctor Masks materialized on the church doors. They were like ghosts, directly ignoring the obstruction of the doors and stepping into the church interior.

"Alert!"

A loud shout rang out.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

Shotguns were instantly aimed at the two suddenly appearing Night Doctors.

"Don't be nervous, we are not here to harm you."

Raven extended a hand, his voice hoarse from beneath the Plague Doctor Mask.

The townsfolk in the hall were all frightened and unsettled, their faces pale, their gazes towards them extremely wary.

The Mayor, leaning on his Staff, stretched out a hand to stop the guards beside him and asked warily:

"Then, if I may ask, what business brings you two here?"

The candlelight within the church reflected faintly on the lenses of Raven's Plague Doctor Mask as he said hoarsely:

"I believe you have also seen the condition of your doctor. We discovered a curse within his body. That curse has already affected his cognition, causing severe abnormalities in his behavior."

"Right now, he is still lurking within your town. And due to the curse's influence, he will inevitably seek to diagnose more creatures, thereby increasing the spread of disease."

"And you are his best targets here."

As these words were spoken, all the townsfolk shuddered, their faces turning ashen.

The Mayor's gaze was locked intently, his expression grave as he said:

"Do you want us to act as bait for him?"

Raven said hoarsely, "No, we are here to seek help."

...

Within the town.

From inside a dark house, the sounds of cutting and sewing, *squelch squelch*, continuously emanated.

A werewolf was fearfully bound to a chopping board by numerous tentacles, while a youth crouched before him, his whole body trembling as he wielded the Night Demon Blade, *swish swish swish*, performing surgery on him.

[Ding! You have discovered a disease on the target: Cardiovascular Tumor!]

[Ding! You have discovered a disease on the target: Skin and Flesh Cyst!]

"Wrong! Wrong! Wrong!"

The youth's blood-stained hands anxiously clawed at his scalp as he stared at the werewolf's chest, which he had already perfectly sutured.

He anxiously and distortedly clutched his own cheeks and said:

"I clearly cured him of those dozen or so diseases, why hasn't he regained his health?! Why are there still so many diseases?! Why are their diseases always endless!"

He grew increasingly anxious, hunched over, pacing back and forth in the room while holding the knife.

His drooping, pesticide-allergic (x﹏x) Left Hand said:

"You crazy brain, haven't you realized it yet? You're cursed. No matter how many times you cure them, as long as you diagnose them, you impart new diseases upon them."

"No!"

Lynn tore at the corners of his mouth, *crack crack*, clenching his blood-stained fingers maniacally, and said:

"It's their bodies that are too weak! Their illnesses are always endless! I can't waste time on this one patient anymore! This town is clearly infected with disease! I must make them understand that they are all sick! They have all fallen ill!"

Whoosh—

He abruptly retracted the tentacles restraining the werewolf.

With agile movements, he leaped out of the window, scaling up onto the roof just like a leopard.

His increasingly deranged gaze swiftly scanned the town.

Then his eyes suddenly fixed on the tall church looming in the distant black mist. The corners of his mouth slowly curled into a maniacal expression.

"There are many people over there. They are all waiting for me. I need to go help them immediately!"

"I need... I need to cure them!"