I Don’t Want To Be A Healer - Chapter 79

Chapter 79: Sacrifice

White fog?

Yuan Fang’s heart jumped wildly and looked up. He really didn’t know when a huge mist was floating 100 meters above his head.

The fog is flowing slowly, and the snowflakes in the high altitude continue to flutter and fall through the layers of fog.

Is it a mirage?

Yuan Fang looked solemn.

The volume of this mass of fog is far ahead of the second scale, stretching for several miles, just like a white sponge, heavily buckled on the stone ball, which makes people feel depressed.

Jiang Yunyin looked at the huge white fog with surprise in her eyes and could not help exclaiming, “What a strange astronomical phenomenon!”

“Hmm!”

Yuan Fang knew it was too late to restore Star Power, so he had to solemnly say, “Be careful and adapt to changes later!”

After that, he couldn’t help rejoicing in his heart.

Fortunately, a few of them got the key so that they could not be affected by the suction. Otherwise, the monster would really appear and they could not run.

Shen Bing’s eyes were amazing. She stared nervously at the depths of the fog and suddenly exclaimed, “There are people in the fog, my God! Many people, they are all wearing ancient clothes!”

“Yes, what is this, a group of ancient people, this is a mirage?”

Yang Kai also showed curiosity and stared at the fog.

Yuan Fang took a deep breath and nodded, “It’s a mirage.”

At the moment, Yuan Fang’s face was frighteningly gloomy.

As the saying goes, there are only three things to do. Zhonghuang Taiyi, the supreme god of the Taiping sect, seems to be going to fight him to the end.

“He can see me at a glance in the fragments of past time. Does it mean I have played a role in positioning him?”

Yuan Fang’s heart flashed a guess, and he couldn’t help secretly wondering what was on him that could make Zhonghuang Taiyi position himself across the long river of time and space.

“Look, the fog is falling!” Shen Bing exclaimed.

“Wow!”

At first glance, the expression on their faces became wonderful. At the moment, the white fog was full of figures. It can’t count how many people were moving in it. The fog with figures was falling vertically from the air, just like the Milky Way leaking to the ground.

Seeing that the fog was threatening to bury the hole, but at this moment, the suction of the stone ball suddenly disappeared, and the huge stone key standing high in the sky suddenly lit up a strong light to resist the fall of the fog.

Yang Kai suddenly lightened himself, and he found that he was free to move again!

Originally it was good news, but his face was not relaxed. The strange astronomical phenomena in front of him were beyond his imagination.

“What the hell is going on?”

Yang Kai frowned. This is by no means an ordinary mirage. The space-time changes it caused actually conflict with the key.

Then Shen Bing shouted again, “Look, the fog has changed again!”

The crowd looked attentively, and the fog gradually became clear between the churning. A huge ancient world emerged on the heads of the crowd.

It was a lush green valley, with tens of thousands of soldiers wrapped in yellow turban kneeling on the ground, their faces showing fanatical color and praying to the sky.

With the clarity of the picture, the tsunami-like sound was also clearly transmitted.

“Heaven is dead, the other world would be built. In the year of Jia-zi, the world will be good…”

In the middle of the valley stands a statue several meters high. A middle-aged general with a nine-scepter stands under the statue and dominates the grand sacrificial ceremony.

“It’s Zhang Jiao!”

Yuan Fang recognized the leader of the Taiping sect at a glance.

However, at this time, Zhang Jiao’s face is pale, as if seriously ill, standing there, body tottering.

Yang Kai’s face was shocked and he said to himself, “Isn’t this, this slogan the slogan of the Yellow Turban Insurrectionary Army?”

“It’s the Yellow Turban Insurrectionary Army!” Shen Bing stared: “It’s incredible that the mirage has reappeared the prosperity of a thousand years ago!”

Yuan Fang, with a gloomy face, warned, “Be careful, everyone, things are not that simple!”

Jiang Yunyin moved in his heart and hurriedly asked, “Fang, what’s your guess?”

All the eyes gathered on Yuan Fang.

Yuan Fang stared intently at Zhang Jiao in the picture, remembered the information he had checked, and slowly analyzed and said: “According to historical records, after the defeat of Zhang Jiao, he died of serious illness. The general on crutches under the statue is him. Looking at his face, I’m afraid he has been defeated and is now seriously ill.”

Hearing this, Shen Bing said curiously, “How do you know?”

“Last night, I saw a mirage, he was praying to the idol and curing the people with water.”

Yuan Fang did not hide it.

Shen Bing was shocked: “You actually met a second mirage!”

“Sort of!”

Yuan Fangchang breathed a sigh of relief. He did not say it three times, fearing to bring more pressure to the public.

He shook the snow on his body, raised his eyebrows, reached out and pointed to the ancient world overhead, and continued: “The idol is Zhonghuang Taiyi, the supreme god of Taiping sect… If my guess is good, today’s Zhang Jiao has been defeated, and all his hopes are pinned on the arrival of this great god, trying to save the defeat through the power of God.”

“God? How is that possible?!”

Shen Bing shook his head and said she did not believe it.

Li Chen beside him suddenly pointed to the huge stone key with his hand and squeezed out a mysterious expression on his face.

Shen Bing remembered getting the amulet and sighed, “Well, I believe in God.”

Yang Kai came over and stood with the crowd.

“Is there a god? I don’t believe it.”

Yang Kai frowned and suddenly a fanatical color appeared on his face: “If there is really a god in the world, it must also be the most perfect distortion body. He will never die, and he will never die. He is a god!”

Jiang Yunyin and Shen Bing frowned at the same time, showing displeasure.

They do not agree with the belief of the Winter organization. In the hearts of young girls, it is far more important to save all the people from fire and water, fight against an alien invasion and protect the mountains and rivers of China than the illusory immortal gods.

Yuan Fang also disliked Yang Kai’s fanatical momentum and sneered, “If you don’t believe it, you can wait and see if the wood carving statue will resurrect!”

Yang Kai spread out his hands and retorted, “What about the resurrection? It’s just a mirage!”

“Haha!”

Yuan Fang disdained to bicker with Yang Kai. Now he has deeply experienced the old saying… Tao is different and does not plan for each other.

The Winter organization’s beliefs are essentially different from theirs.

If one-day mankind completely eliminates the threat of dimensional space, then the next war will probably be a war with the Winter’s distorted life!

“Heaven is dead, the other world would be built.

In the year of Jia-Zi, the world will be good! ”

The tsunami-like sound of the Yellow Turban Insurrectional Army surged to all directions. Even Wu Yong and others on the distant crown of the tree were shocked by this amazing vision and their faces changed greatly.

“Miss Wu, what shall we do?”

A young teacher asked pale.

Wu Yong could not hide his horror. He sank his voice and said, “The astronomical phenomena are so strange that I’m afraid something will happen. You can quickly lead the students back away from this place of right and wrong, and let several other teachers come to help!”

“Good!”

The young teacher left quickly.

Wu Yong looked at the sinkhole in the distance and said with great anxiety: “The suction of the stone ball suddenly disappeared. Obviously, it is fighting against the mirage that appears inexplicably in the sky. What force is this that has invaded our world?”