Plague Doctor

Xue Ba handed Gu Jun what was wrapped in a clean gauze. "That's it. Five sheets of paper, like parchment paper, have foreign text on them. ”

Gu Jun then carefully untied the gauze and immediately saw a small pile of old yellow paper inside.

This is the paper of the alien world, the map of Langton and the diary of Peiani, just like this, like parchment paper, but not necessarily.

His thumb rubbed gently on the paper and had a wonderful touch, just like he touched something familiar that had been around for a long time, just like holding a Callup's scalpel, something in the alien world, yes. The scalpel had previously fallen in a pile of crap, but now it has been found and put back in the team's medical kit.

At that time, only Sheba could have noticed that he had the anatomical knife in his hand when he cast the spell.

Gu Jun explained that it was precisely by it that he triggered some new invisible memories and broke out of the enchantment.

“What does it say?” Sheba asked, "If you feel anything wrong with your body, stop right there. Otherwise, let Uncle Egg see it and say me again.” Xue Bapo was helpless, not without considering Gu Jun's safety, but could not find an exit anymore, and the whole team had to sacrifice.

“Are those spells?” Lin Mo's face next to her eagerly awaited and sincerely eager to learn about this area.

Others were still cleaning the battlefield, and Shinning, who was still under surveillance, could only watch Uncle Egg and Zhang Fire dissect beside him in depression.

“It shouldn't be...” Gu Jun swept the first page of his eyes slightly and didn't feel like it, “as if it was about the banyan tree. ”

These papers are extremely ancient, complete and dull, obviously not written by newborn people, but simply somehow fell into their hands.

Gu Jun now mastered more than 1,500 foreign words, enough to read the contents of the paper. Now he looked carefully and read them in Chinese.

There are scattered sentences on the paper, like a journey. There doesn't seem to be a connection between sentences, but it's the same thing. The handwriting revealed a sense of confusion and arrogance, and the person who wrote it must have been very old.

[The city is only famous for its banyan trees and stones, especially the one in the heart of the city.

Banyan tree, naturally this is a translation, Gu Jun feels this is how the word should be translated, because it refers to this twisted giant tree of branches around the altar.

Lin Mo couldn't help but wonder: “Does this city mean high wall space? Banyan trees in the heart of the city mean the dead trees? ”

“I'm afraid so.” Gu Junru nodded thoughtfully. Xue Ba reprimanded Lin Mo: “Don't interrupt yet, let Arjun speak.” Gu Jun continued to read softly.

[The stone path is full of blood, and it hasn't been finished for four days and four nights.

Do trees cough? Is there blood in the trees?

I see that where the goddess of life breeds life, piles of corpses merge into a new life.

The altar has collapsed, and the people who escaped and blocked it have not escaped death.

There are a lot of famous Carlop Academy figures who used to have bar mitzvahs here. Hawk City has always been a place of high medical talent.

“Carlop College?” It was Shelby himself who interrupted this time because he remembered something else, "you said the scalpel marked Carlop. ”

“It should be the same meaning...” Gu Jun frowned. The more he looked at disaster on paper, the less sadness and regret it seemed. The more he read, the more ominous his mind felt.

[Hawk City is the most prestigious place in medicine besides the national capital. People say that the goddess of life is beneath the earth here.

The stones of Hawk City are always valued, and the banyan trees are always despised.

Why can't people be like banyans?

What about a banyan-related disease, like a new life formed by that pile of corpses? There's a rose in there.

It must be interesting to create a condition here.

A new form of life.

Does it hurt? Life cannot be born without pain.

Reading this softly, Gu Jun stopped, his face slightly turned white, “creating a disorder”.

Xue Ba's muscles burst, Lin Mo helped the glasses, both faces sunk, Isolated Banyan disease, was this made by man...

The creation of disease is not a strange thing, and in the history of the war of Earth's civilizations, the ancient East and West have a record of plagues against their enemies.

In modern times, there is also the concept of biochemical virus warfare.

It's just... how do you manufacture such a strange disease as Banyan disease?

But Gu Jun had long been mentally prepared, because he had seen the illusion of the sacrifice to the banyan tree. His eyes continued to look at what was hidden in his mind...

[If the clichés don't go away, the fresh ones won't come.

If the virus is to cause mutations, change can bring vitality.

There are lots of banyan trees around the altar, and they've been around for thousands of years, and it's time to change a little bit.

They say the disease is bad. Ignorance of inferior ideas.

How can we detect the auspicious nature of life if there is no acceptance of disease?

It is only fair that human beings grow by devouring other lives, and that other lives can grow by devouring humans.

Gu Jun read this sentence, his back is a little cold, there is always a familiarity with these words...

What makes him a little more confused is that, in a way, these words make sense.

[Now, things like this are easy for me.

It's my disease, I'm gonna sit in a banyan tree and admire it.

Remove all their limbs and insert the branches of the banyan tree.

It's a good disease.

These banyan trees can show the same light to different worlds.

The virus has been laid, the disease brings suffering, but only pain can be created, only destruction can be reborn.

I created light.

“…” Gu Jun looked at the name of the paper drop on page 4, it looked even worse and pulled off, but he should have thought of that a long time ago.

In the next life, those people will sacrifice to the banyan tree and put him in the banyan tree cave to call the devil...

Gu Jun pressed his aching head and remembered when he first saw the human banyan tree in the gym, he felt a strange aesthetic... He saw some delicate design, a species that could become an ecosystem by itself, saw an ambitious, a tower built on ruins...

This feeling, once unknown, is now as if a boulder had struck his mind, his heart.

“Joon? Ah-jun?” Xue Ba didn't look right. "Are you all right?” Lin Mo Qi: “Captain, call Uncle Egg. ”

Gu Junwang looked at the cloudy twisted giant trees around him and felt nothing but dust.

He looked at the name of the drop on the paper:

[Bad luck son]