Chapter 751: The Sick, the Haunted Spirit, the Incurable Disease

Amidst the thunder and rain,

Jiang Yi looked at the pirates in front of him, while Ying and Paimon watched vigilantly.

"News about survival... Ha! I don't need it." Jiang Yi shook his head, "I know what happened here..."

"Oh!" The pirate's scarlet eyes, unlike those of a human, carefully sized up the young man who could be considered the son of a wealthy family, "Then why do you dare to come? Aren't you afraid of death?"

"Where benevolence is..." Jiang Yi's words sounded quite harsh to them.

"Oh! So you are here to be a good person. What are you going to do? Be a doctor and save people, or take them away from this isolated island?" The pirates laughed so hard that they were almost rolling on the ground with laughter.

The Shogunate Army and the Coral Palace have both abandoned this place, and at this time, it is really fun to see a young master, a good man, who comes here out of naivety and kindness.

"Save people, suppress demons, and restore day." Jiang Yi said calmly, no longer paying attention to these pirates, and continued to move forward.

Although Ying didn't quite understand what was happening here, she had sensed Jiang Yi's determination from his words and actions. She smiled and followed him.

Paimeng flew in the air, put his hands on his hips and glared at those guys who were laughing at Jiang Yi.

"How can a sparrow know...how can a sparrow know...the ambition of a swan?"

She held her head high and chest out, so impressive. I could remember what Jiang Yi once said.

The pirates looked at them gloomily, but did not take any action.

There are many monsters near Bayun Island.

Thunder tricks flowers, ice slimes, hillbillies...

Anyone who can arrive here intact, with neat clothes, and without getting his clothes wet on rainy days is not someone to be trifled with.

"Cough cough!"

"Cough cough!"

As you walk into the village, you can hear the sound of coughing coming from the rain hitting the pottery jars.

It came from the house, from the bushes, from the shrine...

They lay or sat on the ground in despair and numbness, hunched over with their hands covering their mouths.

After a violent cough, red blood flowed out from between the fingers, and the palms turned red.

Some even had their teeth fall out, and a dark, ominous sticky liquid flowed out of their mouths. Then, they shouted madly, "Black sea, black sea, treasure, treasure, hahaha, treasure! So much, so much Mora."

Endless illusions appeared in their eyes, "Nakagami Island, it's Nakagami Island."

"Dad, mom?"

"The enemy is the enemy."

"The monster is coming, everyone run."

"This is a monster, this is the shogunate army, this is the resistance army... Kill, kill, kill!"

Suddenly someone stood up, waved a chair and smashed it wildly, and someone pulled out a knife, looking ferocious.

"Don't take my treasure."

"Demon, die!"

"I want to protect you..."

Puff, blood gushed out.

As he spoke, the person who protected you swung his knife at his relatives around him, who were helpless and terrified to stop him. The ropes on his feet tripped him and he waved his sword around wildly, and no one dared to go up and suppress him.

"It's breaking out, it's breaking out again." Someone was watching this scene and shouting angrily and weakly, while blood was dripping from his nose.

This is the early stage of the incurable disease.

My vision was spinning and I felt dizzy as if I saw a giant snake lurking in the sky.

A needle-like pain appeared on the head that I wished I had pulled out.

The “Word” of His coming.

"It's itchy, so itchy, my head itches, my body itches, my ears are growing in my head." On the other side, a person in the late stage of the disease was struggling in pain, with ominous black blood in his mouth. His hands were grabbing and pulling out his own hair, scratching his face, and scratching his skin until it was bleeding.

He could no longer hear, his ears had been torn off by himself, and both sides of his head were covered with blood-stained sawdust.

Bang, bang, bang! He angrily knocked on the door that locked him up and blocked it with stones and wooden boards.

"Kill you, kill you, all of you must die!"

"Woo! Woo! Dead, dead, hahahaha, dead!"

"Your Highness, no no no! Umi no Omikami."

Kneeling on the ground in fear and piety, listening to the "God's words" that tortured him,

"No, no, I don't want to listen."

Suddenly, he banged his head against the wall frantically, causing it to bleed and he was dying.

A few normal people looked at the wooden house with weapons in their hands, fearful as a tiger, afraid that it would come out and sad about its death.

"Leave, I want to leave, I must leave this island." They murmured the same words.

A barefoot man ran madly: "I'm melting, I'm melting."

"I melted in his whispers."

With a loud bang, the whole person fell into a mud puddle, half of his face was gnawing on the wet soil on the ground, black liquid was flowing, and half of his body was soaked in water, looking very peaceful.

"My head hurts so much, it's split, it's split." Someone held his head, recalling the nightmares that appeared every night, the horrible headaches, the bloodshot eyes that hadn't slept for several days, and the madness.

The coughing left him weak and blood filled his chest.

"What's wrong with them?" Paimeng became more and more frightened the more he looked, and he timidly hid between Jiang Yi and Ying to feel safe.

"Inazuma's 'Suishen'." Jiang Yi sighed, "In Liyue, they are called the remnants of the demon gods. The Yakshas of the past have been cleaning up the remnants of the demon gods for many years and have been contaminated by the resentment of the demon gods. Although they don't cough and bleed like these mortals, they also have headaches, fear, rage, pain, roars, and howls."

"Because of the endless terrifying 'divine words' of the resentment of many demon gods, they became insane and saw the things they feared the most, were most obsessed with, and were most happy about in their inner desires... They could not distinguish between reality and illusion, enemies and friends, and died in the midst of infighting."

There was sadness in his eyes.

The short words that originally recorded Yaksha's madness were so frightening and heavy when they appeared before our eyes.

These people seemed to be dying slowly just like the village.

After going crazy, some people calmed down and silently looked at the thunderclouds in the sky.

There were also some quiet ones who started to roar wildly.

Many people have already escaped, but they cannot. Without money, they cannot hire pirates. Without strength, they cannot travel. Without a boat, the vast ocean and the natural barriers block them, so they cannot leave this isolated island.

There is still a war going on outside, and there are monsters everywhere.

Moreover, with such a serious disease, who would be willing to carry them with them?

This disease is contagious, it can hurt people when it goes crazy, and it is incurable... There is no way to cure it, no way to get rid of it, and one can only wait to die.

It won’t be long before they die. Once they all die, there won’t be many people left in this village.

How lucky! Those who died in front of you still have people to build tombs and monuments for you, and light the last few candles for you.

The only doctor in the village died of illness a long time ago. Now, only a liar is still pretending to be a doctor and trying to treat them.

His empty eyes turned toward the strange group walking on the village road.

A black-haired man, a blonde girl, and... white? Flying? A little girl? Oh! I'm hallucinating again.

Jiang Yi stopped and looked at the little boy who was standing under the eaves of a wooden house and looking at him.

The little boy, with short black hair and black eyes, was wearing a straw hat, a thin short-sleeved shirt and dusty and worn summer pants.

He waved excitedly to these outsiders.

"Are you from foreign countries?" He observed Jiang Yi and Ying's clothes.

"Yes!" Paimon responded happily, as he was the first person they saw who spoke to them.

Eyes from all around turned over, and a few adults who showed no signs of illness stared at him with concern and vigilance.

"My name is Choji," Choji introduced himself, "Would you like to go somewhere with me?"

"Where are we going?" Paimon asked.

"Shh! This is not convenient to talk about." Changci kept silent mysteriously.

Jiang Yi and Ying just looked at him.

"You just want someone to go somewhere with you?" Paimeng said angrily, "We don't have time."

"Tsk tsk! What? Are you adults afraid of a kid like me?" Changci shook his head and boasted, "Don't regret it. If you miss this opportunity, you will never get it again."

"It's a provocation!" Paimon looked at the child, wondering whether to say he was smart or brave.

"Okay!" Jiang Yi suddenly spoke.

"Hehe! Then follow me, you won't be discovered." Changci ran away as fast as a loach, shaking off everyone's sight.

Jiang Yi followed with Ying.

Soon, we arrived at a remote place.

"Adventurers from foreign countries, please come and have a look. This is the best snake bone crystal mine on Bayin Island!" He dug in the ground and took out a crystallized bone marrow that was as thick as a calf and as long as a pale purple crystal.

"Crystals of this quality used to be supplied directly to the shogunate. Now you're getting a great bargain. I'll sell them to you at a discount. I'll definitely be able to refine a weapon for you that can cut through iron like mud!"

Ying and Paimon raised their hands under their chins, lost in thought.

It always feels a bit weird that in a village full of death and disease, a child is doing business optimistically and happily.

"Don't think that there is only one here. I have hidden many more. Do you want to buy them? If so, I will go get them." Changci said with his head raised.

Paimon was a little interested, so it didn't hurt to ask, "How much?"

"Hmm... let me do the math. Five crystals are 300,000 Mora, fifteen crystals are 900,000 Mora, and a batch of 30 crystals... 1.8 million Mora, thank you!" Changci counted on his fingers.

"Great! So expensive!" Paimon was shocked.

"Do you think this little elf is worth so much?" Ying pointed at Paimon. Five crystals were Paimon's monthly food expenses, and Paimon's monthly food expenses were many times that of an ordinary person. This was too expensive.

I don’t know how many crystals I can get from selling Paimon, and whether I can make a lot of money.

"What do you mean?" Paimon stomped his feet and looked at Ying.

Jiang Yi smiled and said, "It is indeed very expensive."

"Haha, I understand. For you foreigners, Mora is more important than anything else. It's inevitable that you have a lot of calculations and are reluctant to spend." Nagaci looked understanding. "After all, the mine has stopped production because of the war, and... the 'evil spirit' that the adults often talk about is causing trouble on the island... The ore in my house is also sold one by one, so the price is inevitably a little higher."

He thought for a moment and said, "Besides, this can also be considered a 'risk premium'..."

Paimon listened to the word with confusion: "Risk premium?"

"Well... that's right. I'm a child, but I make money like an adult. I also have to bear the risk of being discovered by the Tenryo Bugyo. This is the 'risk premium'!" said Choji.

"But have you ever thought that a premium transaction can only be established when both parties are in urgent need of it? Your ore is not that attractive to us. We can buy cheaper and more cost-effective ore to make weapons. Moreover, the Ta'ersha factory has been closed. Ordinary craftsmen cannot process these ores and cannot produce jade steel." Jiang Yi said, pointing to the crystallized bone marrow in Changci's hand.

"Hmm..." Choji didn't know how to argue, and rolled his eyes. "Forget it, forget it. It's okay if you don't want to buy it. I'll always be near this village. If you change your mind, you can always come to me."

"Wait." Jiang Yi handed over a bag of Mora, "We can make another deal. Are you willing to let us stay at your house temporarily? This is the rent."