Chapter 440 Please Be Patient

Half a year has passed since the battle with Marlenia at the bottom of the Holy Tree.

In the past six months, the situation at the junction has been as Wuming expected, and it is relatively stable and healthy.

After the residents of the Holy Tree left the Holy Tree, they did not suffer hardships relying on the runes in their hands. Although they had quite a dispute with the local residents due to issues of faith, they were resolved without any danger through the mediation of Michaela and Wuming. .

"It went so well."

Wuming was in the camp, sitting at his desk, looking at the various reports from his subordinates, happily doubting life. He even felt that Michaela had charmed him again.

"No, I have to ask him to confirm." Wuming couldn't believe Mikaela, so he stood up from the chair.

He took out a piece of pyroxene crystal and asked Serui:

"Where is Michaela?"

The wisdom Serui in the stone is projected in front of Wuming, and an immortal guides him to a certain direction:

"He's in the epilepsy ward."

Hu Village was devastated by the epidemic, and many of the pots here were moved to other places. But the big pot in the village that can spawn flowers can still be used. Wuming planted a large number of jero eyes there, which can be used to comfort the epilepsy patients nearby.

But that was also during the period of epilepsy, and Wuming hadn't paid attention to that place for more than half a year.

"Then the ward still exists?" Wuming rushed to Hucun, a little surprised.

With Michaela's ability, treating epilepsy shouldn't be a problem. Wuming couldn't imagine that there were still patients with epilepsy after half a year.

"There are not many patients left, but there are a few stubborn cases." Serrui compiled the information, "You know those people too."

"Who?"

"Businessman." Se Rui said, handing Wuming a letter, "When we go to Hu Village, we can resolve this matter by the way."

Arriving at Hu Village, Wuming met Mikaela.

In the ward, Michaela still maintained her lovable image in front of others, kneeling in front of the hospital bed.

Lying on the bed was Rom, the former epileptic businessman.

Rom was half asleep and half awake, uttering indistinct murmurs.

Michaela noticed Wuming coming over, turned around and smiled and nodded at him.

"I thought you could cure corruption." Wuming said.

"I can expel the influence of alien gods," Michaela said, "but alien gods are concepts and are immortal. Just like I cannot cure my sister's corruption, it is also difficult for me to cure his madness."

Wuming looked at the thin Rom. The merchants' fancy clothes were colorful, but after lying in bed for a long time, the colors had faded and became much darker, just like his face.

"I don't see him being as powerful as your sister."

"Marenia's corruption originates from her most sacred golden body. As long as her most sacred body is not resolved, corruption will breed." Michaela said, "If the soil cannot be eradicated, what should breed will sooner or later. "

Wuming asked: "What is the crazy soil? I forgot."

"Despair, anger, pain," Michaela said.

In the past, merchants who were active in large caravans were suspected of being related to paganism, and the entire nation was arrested and buried alive deep underground. So they uttered desperate curses and summoned epilepsy.

Michaela said: "The hatred of genocide is the source of their madness, and the immortal fire of madness will respond to this hatred and give the weak people the final power of revenge, the power to die together."

Michaela asked Wuming: "What would happen to you if your tribe and your family were all wiped out?"

"I don't know." Wuming spread his hands, "I don't have any family, my family tree is just one page. No, there isn't even one page. I've even forgotten who I am."

Wuming put his hands up and thought for a moment:

"Probably he will fight his enemies to death."

"Hatred is connected to the outer gods, so it is impossible to live forever." Michaela said, "It is impossible to eliminate all entities of hatred. The more suppressed, the more hatred will burst out until it devours everything."

"Sounds like Chapolili's prophecy." Wuming said.

"The businessman was buried by the golden tree, the golden tree was hostile to the tower, and the tower was hostile to the golden tree..." Michaela held her chin, "The hatred will never end, the weak are waiting for the opportunity, brewing great revenge with pain, sooner or later It will destroy all traces of great civilization. The outcome that Chappoli believed in is not unreasonable."

Michaela held up her chin, the flesh on her face was squeezed together, making her look rather sad. He looked at Wuming:

"My plan has been rejected by the boss. Do you have any good ideas? To solve this spiral of despair."

"I think it's unrealistic to solve all problems once and for all." Wuming said, "It's better to start with small things and solve them one by one."

"I'm doing it." Michaela stretched out her index finger and flicked the businessman's head, "But asking a person to give up the hatred of country and family? It's easier said than done. It's so troublesome, I want to charm."

Wuming also stretched out his iron-wrapped fingers and flicked Mikayla's brain to pieces: "Even if it's troublesome, you have to do it slowly. Slow is fast! Taking the long way around is my shortcut."

Michaela rubbed her forehead and eyebrows:

"Forget it, let's take a rest and see other patients."

Michaela and Wuming left Rom's ward side by side to check on the conditions of other patients. The other epilepsy patients are not as obsessed as Rohm, and their conditions are improving. They live in the same ward and the atmosphere is good.

Marlenia was taking care of those patients. She put on a white nursing uniform and was wiping away the pus leaking from the eyes of epilepsy patients.

After half a year of nursing care, the traces of corruption on Marlenia's face have faded a lot, and her eyes can also be opened.

"Your sister is here too," Wuming said.

"You don't want to stay away from me." Michaela said, "It's okay, not many people are willing to take care of epilepsy patients. She doesn't shy away from these things, so you can let her help."

"I'm worried about my brother's safety." Marlenia said, "You have no fighting ability and are very dangerous."

Michaela didn't refute and nodded:

"Okay, okay, it's time for the injection."

As soon as he finished speaking, a patient started shouting:

"I don't want the injection!"

Before she finished speaking, Marlenia had already turned the man over, opened his pants, and exposed half of his buttocks. The powerful force of the god-man overwhelmed the patient without any resistance.

"Please be patient," Marlenia said.

"Grek invented a new way of injecting medicine - intravenous injection. The effect is very good. It is more effective than oral medicine and has faster effects." Michaela took out a special pure gold needle and injected the extract from Hierro's eyeballs into in the patient's body.

"The only drawback is that some people don't like injections." Mikaela said, "They always ask me to hypnotize them or ask Malenia to hold them down. After all, they are just civilians, not soldiers."

Marlenia was somewhat dissatisfied with the patients' resistance:

"It's too cowardly. It doesn't hurt much."

"You are used to it after all." Michaela excused the patient with a smile.

In just a few words, the patients stopped struggling. The strong anesthetic effect on Hierro's eyes stopped them from moving, and the pain was also blocked.

Michaela injected the patient with anesthesia and asked the unknown:

"By the way, you came to me, what's the matter? You're a busy man, you wouldn't come to me if you have nothing to do."

"It's okay." Wuming said.

He originally wanted to test whether it was a dream that the world was so happy. But now it seems that the world is still full of pain, but some people are trying their best to solve them.

"Oh, by the way, there is one thing." Wuming thought of something and took out a letter.

"What is this?" Michaela was curious.

"A letter from the relatives of the Corruption." Wuming said, "It's been half a year, and they need to renew the corruption in the corruption pool."

When Marlenia heard this, her face turned green, as if she had been poisoned, and then turned crimson, as if she had been poisoned by scarlet corruption.

Half a year ago, when the Holy Tree solved everything, Wuming promised the insects that Malenia would release corruption regularly to maintain their living environment.

"You really want me to release corruption?" Marlenia couldn't accept it.

"What we businessmen value is integrity." Wuming said, "If you say you want to release corruption, you must release corruption."

"I don't want to take out the needle!"

"Please be patient." Wuming said.

Marlenia looked at Michaela pitifully.

Michaela spread her hands: "The bugs are quite pitiful. It's okay. My brother will cure you after you are released."

Pulled by Michaela, Malenia followed Wuming into the carriage and went to the Holy Tree.

After the people from the Holy Tree moved away, it became a place where insects lingered, and many of the insects from Galid passed away.

"You see, this is the problem." Michaela pulled Marlenia and chatted with Wuming on the road, "I pity the bug, and I also pity my sister. The two cannot coexist. My sister does not deserve to die, but Should bugs be extinct?”

Michaela twisted her golden needle:

"Participating in any party is denying the other party. It is natural to exterminate the weak, and how should we face the suffering of Jin? Shouldn't the weak be protected? My sister is also weak. Without my treatment, she would have long been She's rotten to death, but should I give up treating her?"

Michaela looked at Wuming in confusion.

He found that Wuming was calculating this month's revenue, drooling while doing so.

Michaela stared at Wuming, confusion turning into resentment.

Marlenia elbowed Wuming to remind him.

"Ah?" Wuming came back to his senses and wiped his saliva, "Oh, that's it. I think the weak will perish."

"Is this the teaching of the sun?" Michaela was not convinced.

"I mean, it's useless to blindly protect the weak." Wuming said, "The best way is to make the weak stronger. I protect the weak, not to pity them, but to believe that more runes can be mined from them— —It’s about tapping out more potential and becoming a strong person.”

He spoke solemnly and vowed without any name, appearing to be very confident, just like a priest preaching sacred teachings.

After distributing the teaching, Wuming buried it in the account book again:

"Don't think too much, and don't expect one person to be able to carry the whole world on his back. I have done that before, and the conclusion is that it is of no use. Although I don't feel that I am trapped in a curse or a prison, I may indeed have killed any hope that may exist. If I don’t bear everything, maybe my hometown can really find hope and direction.”

Michaela tasted a hint of sourness in Wuming's plain words and fell silent.

Michaela was silent, Marlenia was immersed in emotions that didn't want to bloom, and Wuming was immersed in the account book. The three of them each had their own thoughts and were speechless all the way to the Holy Tree.

"You're actually here." Corruption's family members stood on the branches of the holy tree, welcoming Wuming.

"Patch's old store will fulfill its mission." Wuming began to advertise to the insects.

However, the Corruption Familia didn't hear a word. They immediately stared at Marlenia who was standing at the back. A dozen hands were rubbing together, while another dozen hands were just raised in cheers and flying worm silk to celebrate.

Looking at the flying worm threads, Marlenia couldn't help but draw her knife, but after all she didn't cut off all the worm threads and said:

"let's start."

Marlenia did not bloom, nor did she go deeper into the bottom of the holy tree. She pulled out the golden needle from her chest and passed it along the remaining arm, and the blood splashed deep into the holy tree.

Wisps of corrupt aura flowed from the wound along with the blood, spreading deep into the holy tree.

With her as the center, corruption spread in a visible form. The branches under her feet were rotting rapidly, giving birth to gorgeous crimson mushrooms.

The branch under her feet was about to rot and fall off, so Marlenia stopped bleeding and stuck the golden needle back.

She looked a little pale: "This should be enough."

"Thank you, Lady Marlenia." The insects knelt down in front of Marlenia's skirt, surrounding her and worshiping their god.

Marlenia didn't want to be thanked by the insect at all, and looked around, looking for the shadows of her brother and Wuming.

But didn't see it.

"Brother?!" Marlenia was a little panicked.

Could it be that the bugs lured them here deliberately, wanting to kidnap Mikayla and force her to bloom?

Marlenia was a little anxious, and without any taboo, she picked up a bug:

"Where are Michaela and Wuming?"

With dozens of trembling hands, the insect pointed at a place behind Marlenia.

Marlenia looked back carefully, and her vision went dark.

Wuming and Mikaela were each lying on a big insect, and the dozens of hands of the Corruption Familiar were groping randomly, spreading their hands all over their bodies.

"What are you doing?" Marlenia stared directly at the dozens of hands touching Mikaila's body.

Michaela replied:

"The bugs said they wanted to repay us. They said their bug massage is amazing, so I'll give it a try."

Wuming felt with all his heart:

"This way, that way, hiss, oh - I can't feel it."

"How do you feel when you are wearing armor?" Michaela grabbed the juice held by one of the hands of the Corruption Familiar, "It feels quite comfortable."

"Insects plus massage, does it work on the head?" Wuming asked Michaela for her opinion.

"Yes, there are too many people nowadays who think that massage is just for sexy things!" Michaela exclaimed, "But if you massage with bugs, you won't be misunderstood! People are so busy nowadays, so they need massage from time to time. one time."

Michaela waved to Marlenia:

"You've worked hard too, come and relax."

"No!" Marlenia rarely whispered to her brother.

Wuming jumped up from the insect, picked up Marlenia, and while she was weak from bleeding, threw her onto the insect and said:

"Your brother is too petite. I need an experience report from a normal body size. Come and experience it. Remember to write down your thoughts."

Ignoring Marlenia's screams, Wuming began to settle wages with Gewei.

"Our worm silk production has reached its limit," Gewei said. "Without corruption, the worms are slowly dying, and our production has reached this limit."

"The demand for worm silk is not high now, and the finished products we make can be used for a while." Wuming said, "Do you have any other specialties?"

Gewei thought for a moment and shook his head:

"I never thought you would be able to sell our stuff. Do you want the shells?"

"Shell, what's that from?"

"We found things collected on the mud bottom and along the seashore, similar to bones, which can be used to make weapons and decorations," Gewei said.

"It doesn't sound very strong." Wuming shook his head, "Mud bottom? You guys can really dig it."

"If you dig around, you can always find something. Anyway, besides having too many bugs, we don't have any special features, so we can't provide you with anything more. Of course, if you need a massage chair, we can get more bugs."

"More..." Wuming pondered for a moment, "Maybe, more is enough."

"What do you mean?" Gewei asked.

"You can take full advantage of the large number of bugs." Wuming said, "Why don't you help me collect things. You know the dung beetle, right? It's similar to that."

"Let us work as laborers?" Gewei said, "Okay."

Wuming quickly reached a new agreement with Gewei and the others, hiring corrupt family members to collect ruins from various places.

"Let's call you gathering bugs." Wuming smiled.