Durin's Diary

The collapse in Chapter 1002

It's a pity that Shiyi and Daju weren't there, otherwise they would definitely have said, "Where do you get your confidence from?"

Then help Dulin get things done perfectly.

Thinking of this, Dulin lay back on the recliner, feeling the summer breeze while looking at the bumps on his palm. Dulin didn't know what was going on; maybe it was a disease. In any case, since noon today, many hard nodules had appeared on the fingers of Dulin's right hand.

The treatment was ineffective, and Dulin had no idea what was going on.

After thinking it over, Du Lin decided to find Luo Houtu and contacted him using the communicator he had given him. Upon hearing about Du Lin's situation, Houtu immediately agreed to come over.

So Dulin is waiting for someone, isn't he?

Half an hour later, Luo Houtu came over in person. He glanced at the dense, hard bumps on Du Lin's hand and said, "Eczema, how could this disease happen to you, Du Lin? This shouldn't be happening."

"I killed another evil god..." Dulin told the AI ​​in front of him the whole story of what had just happened.

After listening, he remained silent for a while, and finally sighed: "It seems that this matter is not your fault. You probably suppressed your cultivation level too much, which caused your physical condition to deteriorate. You will get sick and all sorts of problems will occur in your body... If I were you, I would not suppress it too much."

“Without complete suppression, I could become another god at any time, which goes against my plans,” Dulin shook his head and gave his answer.

Luo Houtu finally sighed: "They discussed your matter at the court meeting today. They've assigned you to one of the four islands so they can control you better."

“I know, I think it’s fine. People should be wary of others. I’m not surprised by this and I understand it. I sincerely hope that everyone will be vigilant towards others.” In Du Lin’s view, it’s not a problem for the people of Chang Tang to be vigilant. In other words, Du Lin doesn’t want the future of Chang Tang to be in the hands of a group of naive people, because he can’t guarantee that his descendants will be so naive.

"Don't worry, I will choose the best one from among your descendants. I will ensure his safety and guarantee that your bloodline can continue forever."

Seeing the AI ​​in front of him make such a promise with the most serious expression, Dulin smiled and nodded: "Thank you."

AI doesn't lie... at least not to someone like Dulin.

With his promise, Dulin felt much better. He finally followed Luo Houtu's advice and physically removed the thick lumps on his fingers, then used surgery to allow the flesh to heal.

“I can’t guarantee that this disease will be cured quickly, but I’m sure it won’t relapse for at least a while. Although your collapse was caused by suppressing your cultivation level, at least your foundation is still intact,” Hou Tu comforted Du Lin.

"It's alright, as long as we can maintain this situation for the next few months." Dulin didn't mind, looking at the flesh on his hand that had completely healed: "It's not itchy anymore, that's a good thing."

"I feel this land owes you so much, Dulin," the AI ​​sighed.

"I feel bad for you saying that. It's alright. I just wanted to prevent future generations from suffering like I did. The world that remains is just something I saved along the way." Du Lin said with a smile, then changed the subject: "By the way, how are Da Ju and Eleven doing?"

"It will still be a while before the National Day holiday, but Daju will be able to leave the cabin as early as the day after tomorrow. She said she wanted to give you a surprise." At this point, Luo Houtu smiled somewhat awkwardly: "You can't tell me I told you that."

“Then I’ll have to pretend I don’t know.” At this point, Dulin frowned—because he saw new lumps forming on the fresh flesh.

This situation shocked Hou Tu. He lifted Du Lin's hand and said, "How could this be... No, this is exactly how it looked when you cut them off. This shouldn't be happening."

"Why don't we try again and see?"

Dulin removed some of the diseased flesh and blood, then surgically closed the wound. As the wound closed to its final moment, he and Eleven saw the same hard lump growing in the same spot. "It seems more like a curse," Dulin sighed—it was a classic case of flesh deformity.

"Dulin, it seems there's nothing I can do," Luo Houtu sighed.

“It’s alright, I know it’s not your fault.” Dulin patted his shoulder. “Speaking of which, I have another favor to ask of you. I would like to ask your Eleven to help my family with the reconstruction of the four islands.”

“Besides the younger brother, we older brothers will also come. You found our father’s younger brother and made him finally choose to forgive our father. Your matter is our matter. Don’t worry, we will prioritize the reconstruction of the four islands.”

Now that Luo Houtu had said so, Du Lin felt relieved.

He put the glove on his left hand: "Don't tell anyone about my affairs."

"I know. If there's nothing else, I'll be going now. My car is parked outside the Candle Dragon Pavilion. Anyone who's interested knows who I'll be looking for. Next time you need me, just open the portal in front of me and call me." Luo Houtu finished speaking and got up to leave.

Dulin escorted him all the way to the side gate.

Watching him disappear into the underground parking lot, Dulin turned around and went back to his chair.

The children of Zhulong Pavilion ran past him, following Lan En. This leader of the children was really interesting.

At this moment, Xiang Shu sat down in front of Du Lin. She looked down at Du Lin and finally reached out and pulled the glove off Du Lin's hand.

“I can feel that you’re not feeling well. What’s this?” She looked at the numerous hard lumps in Dulin’s palm.

"It's just a minor issue. I asked Luo Houtu, and he said it's nothing serious and probably related to me and my suppressed cultivation level." It's impossible to lie to a psychic, so Dulin simply told the truth. Since he was telling the truth, it could actually mask Dulin's current feeling—it was very itchy.

Xiang Shu looked at Du Lin, and finally lowered her head to place her face on Du Lin's left hand.

“If you pull your hand away, I’ll go and cry to Sister Anta.”

Dulin then obediently dared not pull his hand away.

After a long while, she looked up at Dulin: "Your body is telling me that it feels itchy, Dulin. You are a legend, you shouldn't be suffering like this."

"Compared to all living beings, my little itch is nothing," Du Lin comforted Xiang Shu.

She shook her head: "You're lying to me."

Her voice was extremely calm, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Your body is telling me it's really uncomfortable."

Du Lin finally sighed.

As I said before, you can't fool a psychic.

(End of this chapter)