ALL NOVEL Chapter 77: Chapter 77: "Illness"
Han Zhen was dragged out by Jiang Huo.
In Jiang Huo's grasp, Han Zhen had no ability to resist and was dragged along while being cursed at all the way.
They arrived at a tribe filled with numerous houses.
Many people's attention was drawn to them.
Someone teased, "Jiang Huo, still don't believe in evil? Didn't you already throw him in prison? Why drag him out again?"
"I told you long ago, this illness is incurable. Why don't you believe it?"
"Your daughter is human, and so are we. Everyone here has the illness; sooner or later, we'll all die. No one can escape."
Hearing the gossip around him, Jiang Huo angrily turned his head and shouted at them, "All of you mother****** shut up!"
As he spoke, a fierce wind arose.
The massive roar made the houses tremble in fear.
Han Zhen, who was being dragged along, immediately started bleeding from his seven orifices, looking utterly miserable.
Han Zhen was certain Jiang Huo was beyond the eighth tier and might even be at the ninth tier.
Seeing Han Zhen's pitiful state, Jiang Huo clicked his tongue and muttered under his breath, "Weakling," then dragged him into a house.
Inside the house, a young girl lay on the bed, appearing no older than twelve or thirteen.
Her eyes were tightly shut, her brows furrowed, and she looked in great pain.
Jiang Huo threw Han Zhen by the bedside and said in a hostile tone, "You can start now. I'll give you five minutes. If you can't wake her, you know the consequences."
Han Zhen stood up. As soon as he approached the girl, countless dense black threads emerged from her body.
These black threads wriggled like tiny worms, crawling in all directions.
Some of the tiny worms even tried to latch onto Han Zhen, making one's scalp tingle just by looking.
'What is this...' Han Zhen instinctively tried to summon his bonded spirit tools, but both the Xuanyuan Sword and Fuxi Zither were completely out of reach. Only the Shennong Cauldron responded to his call.
As the Shennong Cauldron appeared,
The black thread-like worms seemed to encounter their natural enemy and began frantically crawling away.
The girl lying on the bed began foaming at the mouth and convulsing violently.
Seeing this, Jiang Huo instinctively clenched his fists. If anything seemed off, he was ready to smash Han Zhen into a pulp.
After summoning the Shennong Cauldron, Han Zhen could clearly sense that these black thread-like worms carried some strange and malevolent power.
This malevolent force was resisting the Shennong Cauldron.
A thick layer of black mist even enveloped the girl's body.
Han Zhen no longer hesitated. He placed both hands on the Shennong Cauldron.
Bright runes poured out of the cauldron's opening, and Han Zhen softly shouted, "Life Creation!"
The runes were injected one by one into the girl's body. A soft hum was heard, and the girl slowly opened her eyes.
'She's awake!'
Seeing this, Jiang Huo was overjoyed.
Ignoring Han Zhen, who was still standing nearby, he scooped the girl into his arms.
"Xiao Yue, you're finally awake, Xiao Yue."
"Father?" Jiang Yue, being hugged by Jiang Huo, looked confused, not knowing what had happened.
Regardless, Han Zhen had saved her.
Jiang Huo no longer spoke harshly to Han Zhen. With a grateful expression, he looked at him and said, "Holy Master, you indeed have a way. I will apply to the chieftain to cancel your confinement."
"In the future, if there's anything you need from me, Jiang Huo, just say the word. You saved my daughter, and I owe you my life."
Hearing Jiang Huo's bold words, Han Zhen nodded, though his gaze lingered on the now-conscious Jiang Yue.
Although Jiang Yue was awake, her illness wasn't completely cured.
The black thread-like worms were merely a symptom. The black mist inside Jiang Yue's body had already fully merged within her. Not even the "Life Creation" technique could expel it.
'What kind of strange illness is this? This disease is too peculiar.'
This was the first time Han Zhen had encountered an illness that even the "Life Creation" couldn't cure.
Still, recalling how he couldn't even defeat a random young man here, he let it go.
This world was inherently abnormal, so judging it with normal logic only made him seem out of place.
As a doctor, Han Zhen decided to tell Jiang Huo the truth.
He thought Jiang Huo would erupt in fury again, but after hearing Han Zhen's explanation, Jiang Huo surprisingly nodded without any shock. "I already knew this."
"You knew?"
This time, it was Han Zhen's turn to be stunned. If he already knew, why bother trying to cure it?
"Knowing is one thing, but the timing is wrong. Xiao Yue is still so young; she shouldn't be showing symptoms now. In the end, I'm just a father who refuses to accept it."
Seeing Han Zhen's confusion, Jiang Huo patiently explained.
It turned out that it wasn't just Jiang Yue—everyone in this tribe suffered from a strange illness.
This illness would manifest at the age of thirty-five, as countless black mists surged out from within the body.
Starting from the abdomen, spreading to the heart, then to the head and entire body.
People would silently be swallowed by the black mist, without exception.
No matter what they tried, no one could escape this fate.
It was like some sort of curse.
"An illness like this? This is my first time hearing of it." Recalling the black thread-like worms earlier, Han Zhen began to ponder.
This world's "fruit" was called the "Sacred Heart of Hundred Herbs."
The first strange event he encountered after entering this world was this illness.
Adding to what the young NPC in the prison had said to him earlier, Han Zhen judged that uncovering the secrets of this world was definitely connected to this illness.
Thinking of this, Han Zhen took the initiative to ask, "Uncle Jiang, does everyone in the Jiang tribe have this illness?"
"Yes, without exception. Whether it's the chieftain or a commoner, whether it's a two-year-old child or a thirty-four-year-old adult, they all carry this strange illness."
"What are the symptoms of this strange illness?"
"You can't usually tell. But we never go out at night because stepping outside would lead to unpredictable horrors. No one can break this curse."
'Never going out?' Han Zhen paused for a moment. He quickly asked, "Do you have records of when this illness first appeared?"
Hearing this question, Jiang Huo paused too.
After a while, he shook his head. "I don't know. I'm just a simple man. As long as I live my life well, that's enough. I never bothered to remember history or anything like that."
True to his character, Han Zhen thought to himself.
"But I can take you to see the chieftain. The chieftain should have detailed records," Jiang Huo added.
Hearing this, Han Zhen understood.
The Jiang clan chieftain was a key figure. Meeting him wouldn't be easy.
If he hadn't saved the girl and gained Jiang Huo's connection, this clue might have ended here.
Thankfully, Han Zhen had made the right choice.
He nodded and agreed. "No problem. Let's go find the chieftain."
Outside the house, a group of people had gathered. They had initially come to watch Han Zhen being beaten to a pulp by Jiang Huo.
Unexpectedly, the two walked out shoulder to shoulder like old friends.
The crowd was dumbfounded.
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