: Willpower

There is a special isolation area at the intersection, where the new comers will take a rest. Yan Mo will go judge who is the patient and who is the healthy person, and then Xi Yang will arrange accommodation for them.

"Those people come from the Qiyu village, the farthest mountain village in the south of the Wuqian city. Their village was once very strong. The villagers were also the most in number in the nearby Hornless-men village. They were very good at fighting wars, both men and women were good fighters. It is said that they had the demon warriors, but later they were attacked together by the Wuqian city and the temple. After that, the Qiyu village lost its vitality and has not recovered until now. People in their village are not even allowed to enter the city to find work. "

“Besides, it's said that the temple will walk around their village every few years, and if there are powerful men and women, they will kill them directly," said Xi Yang. In addition, their village witches were ordered not to leave the village for anything. If the witch was to be found out of the village, he would be killed. "

Yan Mo put himself in the situation and thought: if he is the villager of the Qiyu village, he will unleash a big revenge. When the form is weaker than the human, he either tries to escape from the influence of the Wuqian City, or tries to hide his power and wait for the opportunity. In a word, he can't avoid the revenging end.

"Why didn't the Wuqian City kill them?" Yuan Zhan, who shook hands with Yan Mo, asked.

That's what Yan Mo wanted to ask.

Xi Yang hesitated for a moment. “I heard some rumors, but I didn't know whether they were true or not."

Yuan Zhan: “Let's hear about it."

"Yes. It is said that when the Wuqian city went to fight against the demons warriors who gained strength from the Demon Abyss, it was intended to kill all the Qiyu village people. However, the village witch of the Qiyu village seemed to have a very special ability. What ability is it? No one knows. Only that in the end, the Wuqian City killed only the demons and some of the Qiyu village people, and their village witches, women and children were not touched."

While talking, several people have come to the intersection.

Yan Mo looked up and saw six people kneeling on the muddy field. Among them lay an old man with skin hide under him.

"They are the villagers of the Qiyu village. They have ancestral rules. They can't live in the houses made of gra.s.s and trees or enter them in all of their lives," explained Xi Yang

It's a strange ancestor rule, Yan Mo thought, and asked, "Where do they usually live?"

"DRen, we usually live in caves." Said a young man kneeling at the front.

Yan Mo turned to the Qiyu village people, “I see. You all get up. I don't need you to kneel for anyone, especially who comes to see a doctor. If you don't want to enter the house, then we'll find a dry place. It is not suitable for the patient to stay in the mud. "

And after he said that Yan Mo turned around, “Follow me."

The Qiyu village people looked at each other, the leading man nodded, six people stood up together, and at the same time, the old man in the middle was picked up with his skin hide.

There are many open s.p.a.ces in the wild, so he doesn't have to look for them. Yan Mo stopped directly in the open s.p.a.ce in front of the hut. “Zhan, do me a favor."

“Leveling? Dry? No weeds or other things? "

"Yes." Yan Mo smiled.

Yuan Zhan nodded and pushed his hand gently. The gra.s.s and bushes on the mud ground grew something like legs, and all of them automatically walked off to the surrounding areas. Soon, a piece of mud land without any gra.s.s was vacated.

Xi Yang clenches his fists. He has seen Yuan Zhan use “Magic" to light the fire, but what kind of magic is it now?

The people of the Qiyu village moved and looked very excited. The leading man was the same, but he was still able to control himself, only spitting out a lot of turbid awe breath.

Yuan Zhan's performance didn't end there. Although there were no vegetation in the mud, the ground was uneven and soaked in heavy rain, so it was not suitable for medical treatment at all.

A slight wipe on the sole of the foot quickly flattened the entire s.p.a.ce.

Take away the water and bake it with fire. The ground in this open s.p.a.ce has become almost the same texture as pottery.

There is no one who doesn't wors.h.i.+ps the strong, let alone the Qiyu village villagers who have been out of the demon warriors. Other Hornless-men may be afraid of the power of Yuan Zhan, or even fear his “Magic". But the Qiyu village people can't help but wish that Yuan Zhan was one of the Qiyu village people.

Yan Mo clapped, “Put down your tribesmen, start with you, one by one."

"Wait." The leading man hurriedly said: "DRen, can you take a look at our witch first? He is very ill. "

Yan Mo did not refuse the man's request. He walked quickly to the old man, observed his appearance first, and then gave him pulse.

“Pa!" the old priest even opened his eyes and clasped Yan Mo's wrist.

Yan Mo could have easily avoided it, but he didn't move. "You're in a strange situation." Soul power turned into silk thread.

The old priest, who has grown old spots on his face, stared at Yan Mo with a pair of dead fish like eyes, and did not let go of his hand.

The old priest's mental defense is very strong. Yan Mo didn't move his defense. He only made a circle outside, but it was enough for him to draw a conclusion.

"Usually, people who are infected with the epidemic disease consume a lot of soul power, which is called the integration of body and mind: when the soul is ill, the body will be ill; when the body is ill, the soul will be affected. But you...” Yan Mo turned his wrist and separated it from the old man's hand.

The old priest's eyes moved slightly. Just now, he suddenly felt that his palm was p.r.i.c.ked by a needle, and then his palm suddenly lost strength. Now shaking it hands again, strength is back.

Yan Mo, "Your soul power is still strong, but your body is very sick. If I didn't diagnose it myself and see it with my own eyes, I would think I diagnosed two people just now."

"You... are a witch.” The old man's voice was very dry and hoa.r.s.e. He said the affirmative sentence.

"So to speak."

"You can save me?”

“It's a little difficult." Yan Mo looked into the old man's eyes, "The vitality in your body has almost been consumed. I just said that you are very ill, but it is not accurate. It should be said that you are only half a step away from death. Even if your soul power is very strong, your body will not last pa.s.s this evening."

The Qiyu villagers were shocked. The leading man rushed over and shouted: "Great Witch! Didn't you say you can live for at least a month? You, you lied us? "

The leading man and other villagers were all frightened by a cold sweat. Although they didn't stop all the way, they hurried to find here as fast as they could, but if they met something a little bit and delayed a little bit, their great witch would not

"The Great Witch, what a liar you are! I've said for a long time that we'll die first. You have to wait for someone else.” The leading man is too anxious to care about his position.

The old witch didn't care about his villagers whining, he just stared at Yan Mo and asked again: "You… can you help me?”

Yan Mo, "You have other patients? Where are they? "

The leading man clenched his teeth. “In the back, we just met the Horn-people. They all hid. We took some great witch to the path first."

"How many people are sick like your Great Witch?"

"There are several people nearly dying, some of them can't walk, and some of them can barely walk, but when they do they can't walk fast."

Yan Mo didn't understand: "Why don't you send them to me? Do you want me to go and heal them?"

The leading man and the other Qiyu village all had expressions of resentment and fear on their faces.

“Because the Horn-people were around!" said the leading man with clenched teeth. "They sent people to kill and burn the villages. Fortunately, we got the news and took the villagers out first, otherwise we would have all dies out first. Later, when the people we went out to inquire about the news heard that you can cure the disease and save the lives here, we came with them directly."

"That is to say, your whole village has come?"

"Um."

"The sick and the healthy are not separated?"

"Do you want to separate them? Who will care for the sick? "The man was at a loss.

Yan Mo can't blame the man because they don't understand anything. He asked the man how far away their village people are, so he turned around and asked Xi Yang to go back and bring some people and animals to help carry the patients.

During this period, he gave the six Qiyu village people a separate pulse checking, and found that two of them had been slightly infected.

The camp helpers arrived. Most of them were the lowland villagers. The leader was Hou s.h.i.+. This team is Yan Mo's most loyal and best used staff now, and most of them are the patients he rescued after coming here. Other villagers are willing to help, but most of them refuse to contact the patients. This team only trust him and never worry about their own safety.

Yan Mo asked them to go meet the Qiyu village people with Yuan Zhan.

The leader of the Qiyu village looked at the old priest, whose eyelids are closed.

Yan Mo knelt in front of the old priest and said, “If I'm right, you're using a kind of double transfer magic. Have you transferred other people's illnesses to yourself? "

The old witch's dead eyes turned.

Yan Mo, while injecting his needle, chatted: “I have a s.h.i.+fu who is very good at cursing, he can do these things such as taking the place of others to accept the sorcery of pain, injury, cursing, and so on. He taught me a lot. Some people will use this kind of witchcraft to harm people, but others will use this kind of witchcraft to save people. Are you a curse witch? "

"No... Yes.” The old witch said, “All I can do is this one."

"Hmmm?" Yan Mo smiled, and when old man saw the smile, he could not help but relax and want to reveal everything to him.

“I can suffer on behalf of others, or I can transfer what I have received to others, but transferring to others requires a sacrifice." The old priest was surprised to find that he had been stabbed a few times and his speech was much smoother. What's more, he found that he didn't hesitate to tell the truth.

Yan Mo judged that the village witch's double transfer witchcraft could only be replaced or transferred to a few people, otherwise there would not be so many diseased in their village, and the Wuqian city could not force them to this extent.

“Is that what all the great witches in your village can do? So the Wuqian city just let you go because of it? "

The old witch was silent for a while, "Yes.”

“It seems that you have the blood and hairs of the Wuqian City Lord or the temple witch in your hands."

The old witch didn't speak. Mo recognized.

Although Yan Mo was curious about how they got so close to each other for him to be able to take the hairs, he did not continue to ask. It was not easy for the Qiyu village witch to tell him his ability. Of course, if he didn't see it first, he would not take the initiative to say it. He didn't realize that his “Amiable" smile was the biggest problem that caused people to trust him implicitly.

"Who are you? Where are you from? "The old witch finally asked.

“Me? I come from far away, you can call me Mo DRen.” Yan Mo said, "You are in a bad condition. Ordinary medicine and medicine can't treat you. First, I'll give you a delay treatment. When your villagers come, I'll have a look at them. If there are too many seriously ill people, we will try other treatments. "

Near evening time, Yuan Zhan and the team who went out to pick up the people came back from the Qiyu village.

There are many people in this team. In order to hide their footprints, they divided into three groups. All of them together have nearly 100 people. Unfortunately, the total number of completely healthy people plus the previous four people is only 20. Others are more or less infected with some diseases. Some people don't have cholera, but they have other diseases.

The medicine is not enough. He has to save part of it and wait for the Horn-people to exchange when they bring the medicine herbs next time. Moreover, people in this village are in different and complicated conditions. Even with the help of Hou s.h.i.+, he can't handle them all in a short time.

Hou s.h.i.+'s team is different from Cao Ting's team. Cao Ting's team has been well trained by him for many years, not to mention the nursing ability, but even handling the slightly complicated operation is not a problem for Cao Ting's team. The medical team led by Cao Ting basically has the ability of making independent diagnosis and treatment. If there was Cao Ting's team, he wouldn't have to work so hard. And now almost everyone who comes to ask for help has to see it in person, dispense medicine and so on.

“I want to try." Yan Mo suddenly said to Yuan Zhan.

"What do you want to try?" Yuan Zhan took the water tank from Yan Mo and drinks it up.

Yan Mo looked at his watery chin. “My blood ability."

"You mean the Dance of Ancestral Sacrifice?"

"No. It's about the real power of the Shanyan 'Good-Words' clan bloodline. I feel it...” Yan Mo doesn't know how to describe it in words. Since he absorbed the Shuiyanmu fruit last time, not only did Wu Guo get benefits and fell into a deep sleep, but he also felt like something was activated in the deep dark parts of his body or soul.

As time went on, his feeling became more and more obvious.

"You know what to do?" Yuan Zhan looked a little worried. The Curse Witch Zhou Wu once said that the Shanyan 'Good-Words' clans were abandoned by the G.o.ds, feared by other intelligent creatures and even managed to make other tribes united to wipe them out because their abilities were too powerful that they could defy the heavens rule.

[1] Defy the heavens rule is like something unbelievable like reviving the dead or killing en ma.s.se...

“I probably know." It's just like a baby is born to suck milk, this ability also belongs to his instinct, but his previous energy and soul power are not enough to awaken this instinct.

Because of the Dance of Ancestral Sacrifice, because of the Guide's transformed body, because of the Shuiyanmu fruits he took, and the training method given by The Guide, a variety of impossible and difficult conditions are added together, which makes this instinct, which has been deeply buried in his genes and is almost unable to wake up again, finally awaken again.

"Hey --!" Jiu Feng came back.

Yan Mo looked up at the sky, turned his head and smiles confidently at Yuan Zhan, tapped him on the shoulder and strides towards the dry s.p.a.ce.

The vacant lot was filled with sick people from the Qiyu village.

Yan Mo went to the front of these people and signaled Hou s.h.i.+ and Xi Yang to lead others to evacuate from the patients.

The Qiyu village people refused to go far away and stood on the side of the open s.p.a.ce.

When Xi Yang looked at Yan Mo's expression, he always felt that something is going to happen and his steps to leave stopped.

Hou s.h.i.+ and his nursing team thought they would take care of the patients later, but they didn't leave.

The old village witch of the Qiyu village stared at Yan Mo in front with a pair of dead fish eyes. The Qiyu village people don't know what the young witch is going to do, they were a little nervous.

Yuan Zhan went to Yan Mo's side.

In the dark, there are also eyes staring at them. The Horn-people brought by Master Yi Fan haven't all left. Some people secretly stayed to find out the secrets of the two Hornless-men.

It's not the first time for Yan Mo to exert his capability, but this time he is particularly cautious.

Close your eyes, inhale slowly, exhale again, empty your brain, and adjust your qi and spirit to the best state.

There seems to be a little fluctuation in the surrounding air, and there seems to be something hidden in the invisible air.

All of a sudden, the gra.s.s and trees around the clearing became very energetic.

Yuan Zhan looked straight ahead, and even he can clearly feel all kinds of energy surging around him.

Yan Mo opened his eyes. He didn't do any special actions. He just stretched his hands forward slightly and opened his mouth to say, "The Ancestors G.o.ds Above, I'm sacrificing with my energy. I hope all the patients I see in front of me will be restored to full health."

Simple words, simple sacrifices and prays which look like children's jokes.

But as soon as Yan Mo's voice fell, all the patients lying on the ground in the open s.p.a.ce grew a strange plant like plant from their navel.

The strange plant on their navels were growing higher and higher. Some grow to about one foot, some even grow to about one meter. The strange plants some are thick and thin.

The patient screamed in fear and there was a commotion around him.

Just when Yuan Zhan was about to take control of the situation, the strange plants suddenly withered and fell from the navel of each patient.

Some of the patients were afraid, so they quickly got up and ran around.

When other patients saw the others were running, they hurriedly got up and ran to the place they thought was safe.

Ancestors! How could it be?! The people around stared and their eyes went so big that they couldn't believe what they saw.

Some people haven't responded yet, and the people who have responded are all surprised and speechless.

The old village witch sat up last, but he did not escape from the open s.p.a.ce like other villagers, but looked forward to Yan Mo.

Yan Mo looked at the withered and strange trees in the open s.p.a.ce, and commands Yuan Zhan: “Burn it, and the ashes are to be deeply buried."

Yuan Zhan: "How are you?"

Yan Mo moved his body slightly. “It's OK. It's just that I feel empty like I consumed a lot of energy."

The old village witch saw Yuan Zhan wave to clean up the site, the old witch got up, walked to Yan Mo at a speed rarely seen on an old man, and looked at him for three seconds, without saying a word, “Putong!!" the old man knelt down.

Yan Mo：“……” What are you doing? It seems that you are not grateful to me?

The old village witch looked up and saw that Yan Mo didn't understand his meaning. The dead fish eyes turned and the old man reached out hug close the powerful guy!

Yan Mo was hugged out of the blue by a hug: Fxck you!

"Hey -! Who is this two legged monsters dare to hold my Mo Mo? Let go! "