CHAPTER 77: CHAPTER 77: "ILLNESS

Han Zhan was dragged out by Jiang Huo.

In Jiang Huo’s hand, Han Zhan couldn’t resist at all and was dragged along while being scolded all the way.

They arrived at a tribe with many houses.

Quite a few people were drawn by the sight.

Someone jested, "Jiang Huo, still don’t believe in misfortune? Didn’t you already send him to jail? What’s the point of dragging him out again?"

"I’ve told you long ago, no one can cure this illness, why won’t you believe it!"

"Your daughter is human, we are human too, everyone who gets this illness will die sooner or later, no one can escape."

Jiang Huo listened to the rumors around him and turned his head angrily, shouting at them, "All of you shut up!"

As he spoke, a fierce wind arose.

The massive roar made the houses tremble.

Han Zhan, still in Jiang Huo’s grip, was bleeding from his orifices, looking utterly defeated.

Han Zhan could be certain that Jiang Huo was definitely beyond Tier Eight, perhaps even Tier Nine.

Seeing Han Zhan in such a miserable state, Jiang Huo sneered and murmured "weakling" before dragging him inside.

Inside the house, there lay a young girl who looked no older than twelve or thirteen.

Her eyes were tightly shut, brows furrowed, with a look of agony.

Jiang Huo tossed Han Zhan beside the bed and said threateningly, "You can start now. I’ll give you five minutes, if you fail to wake her, you know the consequences."

Han Zhan stood up, and as soon as he got close to the young girl, countless dark threads emerged from her body.

These black threads crawled like tiny bugs in all directions.

Some even tried to cling to Han Zhan, making him shiver at the sight.

This is... Han Zhan instinctively wanted to summon his Contracted Spirit, but both the Xuanyuan Sword and Fu Xi Zither were completely unresponsive, only the Shennong Cauldron answered his call.

With the appearance of the Shennong Cauldron.

The black thread-like insects seemed to meet their nemesis, frantically climbing away.

The young girl on the bed began to foam at the mouth and convulse.

Seeing this, Jiang Huo instinctively clenched his fists, ready to pulverize Han Zhan into pulp at anything amiss.

After summoning the Shennong Cauldron, Han Zhan could clearly feel these black thread-like insects held some peculiar yet malevolent Power.

This sinister Power was competing with the Shennong Cauldron.

A thick fog enveloped the young girl.

Han Zhan no longer hesitated and placed his hands on the Shennong Cauldron.

Bright runes surged from the cauldron’s mouth as Han Zhan shouted, "Creation of Living Beings!"

The runes were driven into the young girl’s body, and with a whimpering sound, she slowly opened her eyes.

Awake!

Seeing this, Jiang Huo became extremely excited.

Ignoring Han Zhan, who was still standing beside him, Jiang Huo hugged the young girl.

"Xiao Yue, you finally woke up, Xiao Yue!"

"Father?" Jiang Yue, hugged by Jiang Huo, looked dazed, unaware of what had happened.

Regardless, Han Zhan had managed to wake her.

Jiang Huo stopped speaking harshly to Han Zhan, and looking at him with gratitude said, "Saint Master, you truly have a method! I’ll apply to the clan leader to lift your custody."

"From now on, if you ever need something from me, Jiang Huo, just say the word, you saved my daughter, I owe you my life."

Listening to Jiang Huo’s straightforward words, Han Zhan nodded, but his gaze remained on the awakened Jiang Yue.

Although Jiang Yue was awake, her illness wasn’t completely cured.

The black thread-like insects were just a symptom; the thick black fog on Jiang Yue’s body had fully integrated within, and even the Creation of Living Beings couldn’t remove it.

What kind of strange illness is this? This disease is too peculiar.

For Han Zhan, it was the first time encountering a disease that couldn’t be dispelled by the Creation of Living Beings.

But upon considering how he couldn’t even beat a random young person here, he accepted the situation.

This world itself isn’t normal, and trying to view it through normal human eyes would make one seem abnormal.

As a healer, Han Zhan chose to reveal the truth to Jiang Huo.

Expecting Jiang Huo to fly into a rage again, he was surprised when Jiang Huo nodded, unsurprised at all, "I know all that you said."

"You know?"

Now it was Han Zhan’s turn to be shocked; knowing all this why still treat the illness?

"Knowing or not, the timing of the outbreak is wrong, Xiao Yue is so young, she shouldn’t have fallen ill now. I’m just a father unwilling to give up."

Seeing Han Zhan’s confusion, Jiang Huo explained gently to the outsider.

It turned out not just Jiang Yue, but everyone living here suffered from a strange illness.

This illness surfaces at the age of thirty-five, unleashing countless black fogs from within.

Starting from the abdomen, moving to the heart, and lastly the head with the entire body.

People are silently consumed by the black fog, with no exception.

No matter what they try, there’s no escape from this doom.

It’s as if some kind of Curse.

"Such a disease, it’s my first time hearing of it." Recalling the black thread-like insects earlier, Han Zhan pondered deeply.

This World Fruit they live on is called Hundred Herbs Sacred Heart.

The first bizarre occurrence upon entering this world is this illness.

Plus the words from that young NPC in the prison earlier.

Putting it all together, solving the world’s mystery must be related to this illness.

Thinking of this, Han Zhan proactively asked, "Uncle Jiang, has this illness affected the entire Jiang Clan People?"

"Indeed, without exception, whether it’s the clan leader or common folk, from a two-year-old child to a thirty-four-year-old adult, they all bear this strange illness."

"What are the symptoms of this strange illness?"

"Ordinarily unseen, but we never go out at night, as stepping out leads to unpredictable terrifying occurrences. No one has broken this Curse."

Not going out at night? Han Zhan was staggered internally. He quickly asked, "Do you have any records of when this disease first appeared?"

Hearing this question, Jiang Huo also paused.

After a while, he shook his head, "I don’t know, I’m a simple person, just living my life. These histories and such, I’ve never bothered to memorize."

It fits with Jiang Huo’s character, Han Zhan noted internally.

"But I can take you to see the clan leader, he should have detailed records," Jiang Huo added.

Upon hearing this, Han Zhan understood.

The Jiang Clan’s leader is a critical figure, not easy to meet.

If Jiang Huo wasn’t involved, if he chose not to save the young girl, this clue might have ended there.

Fortunately, Han Zhan made the right choice.

He nodded in agreement, "Alright, let’s go see the clan leader!"

Meanwhile, outside the house, a crowd had gathered, anticipating a spectacle, expecting Jiang Huo to beat Han Zhan into pulp.

Unexpectedly, the two were walking shoulder to shoulder, leaving the house.

Leaving the onlookers dumbfounded.