Rotten God Kingdom

Inside the elevator.

Ye Xun asked Jiang Wang, "Are you planning to stay or leave?"

"Let's leave." Jiang Wang said almost without hesitation: "I don't care about myself, but Jiang Xin needs a better living environment. To be honest, the environment in the sick city is too oppressive and not suitable for a child."

Ye Xun nodded.

Jiang Wang was right.

Illness is frightening; no one can experience the beauty of life through illness.

"I respect your choice." Ye Xun nodded, then asked, "When are you leaving?"

"We're not that close."

"Haha, that's true." Ye Xun thought Jiang Wang was quite an interesting person. He seemed cold on the surface, but he was actually very warm-hearted to people related to him.

Unfortunately, given the conditions in this sick city, everyone has to maintain a proper distance from those around them.

"By the way, what is your illness?" Jiang Wang was curious about Ye Xun's background; he seemed to be very familiar with the bureau chief.

"Cancer. All the cells in my body have been replaced by cancer cells. I was only able to survive thanks to the director's charity." Ye Xun said with some emotion, "My superpower is unlimited proliferation."

I am solely responsible for the underground world of this sick city.

If I die one day, I might hatch into an unimaginable monster of disease.

Sick ghost...

Jiang Wang now believes that the sick ghost might be a kind of monster in the wilderness.

However, the people of the Sick City dealt with the Sick Demon before it could grow stronger.

So, while both are grotesque and terrifying monsters, the cleaners can easily deal with the sick ghosts, but they cannot deal with the wilderness monsters in the same way.

The people of the sick city are unfortunate.

Living here means enduring varying degrees of hardship.

Illness is like a shadow.

But the people of the sick city are also lucky.

At least here you won't have to worry about food and clothing, and you won't have to worry about attacks from wild monsters all the time. You can confidently entrust your back to your companions.

That bureau chief truly shouldered the fate of this city.

Jiang Wang squatted on the ground, looking at the two women who had also fallen into a deep sleep.

The bureau chief seemed unwilling to see Jiang Xin, so Jiang Xin fell into a coma when the elevator doors opened.

Jiang Wang shook the river heart awake.

"Brother?" Jiang Xin rubbed her forehead, still half asleep. "I think I just had a dream."

"What kind of dream?"

"I dreamt that you turned into a monster, covered in sores, standing under a tree looking at me."

Jiang Wang placed his hand on her forehead. He didn't know how to use the power of the Book of Illness, so he acted entirely on instinct.

"I've found a cure."

The pages of the book about the heart unfolded, and the dense text on the paper, like blood vessels, began to writhe. The germs on Jiang Xin's body traveled to the heart through Jiang Wang's hand and were then "eaten up" by the pages.

Jiang Xin's transparent skin began to peel off, and new muscles and skin grew rapidly. In a short period of time, she became quite healthy, as healthy as the word "health" itself.

"Brother..." Jiang Xin suddenly choked up.

"What did you give in return?"

"A negligible price, at least for now, seems to have only benefits for me, with no drawbacks."

I don't believe it.

Jiang Wang didn't care whether she believed it or not.

Then, he placed his hand on Han Yue's forehead and repeated the process from before.

A moment later, Han Yue slowly woke up.

Her condition was very poor. Even if she became healthy, it would be difficult to replenish the deficiencies in her body, and even regrow her skin would be difficult.

In other words, she was in a state of near death from the moment she woke up.

"Who are you?" Han Yue's voice was very weak.

"Your enemy," Jiang Wang said calmly, "I killed your brother. He used the entire West District as a bargaining chip to cure your illness."

Han Yue fell silent.

After a long pause, she slowly said, "He didn't do it for me; he did it for himself."

Jiang Wang roughly understood what Han Yue meant.

Han Lin was just a man blinded by power.

The bureau chief rejected him, so he wanted to force the bureau chief to back down in his own way.

Unfortunately, he miscalculated from the very beginning.

What a sick city needs are people with a sense of responsibility and commitment.

This city, though distorted, is exceptionally concerned with equivalent exchange.

"But no matter what, the people of the West Side died because of you."

Han Yue didn't answer Jiang Wang's question; instead, she asked, "Where's Sister Wang?"

"He's dead too."

"That's wonderful. I think she must have thought she was a savior before she died."

Tsk.

Jiang Wang felt that letting these people die too easily was still too much of a waste.

"By the way, what was the riot in Sick City? The monster tide clearly didn't affect the entire city." Jiang Wang was also very puzzled about this.

Moreover, how did that idiot Wang Yuxie die?

The riots in the sick city also seem to be related to her.

"She used her identity as a tree god to manipulate the power of the Book of Diseases, transferring all the diseases of the city to herself. Then, she used this power to spread the disease throughout the city in reverse."

Her illness is schizophrenia, which is why the residents are acting like they're poisoned, ignoring even the monster horde. Ye Xun is very qualified to speak on this matter.

After all, he killed Wang Yuxie with his own hands.

He still needs to deal with her body later.

Han Yue lay on the ground, her eyes lifeless.

It sounds like a lot happened in the sick city during the time she was unconscious.

The last fragment of her memory was of doctors inserting countless tubes into her body, extracting her blood, and injecting her with different medications.

painful.

The pain was so intense that I was almost numb.

Give me a gun.

"What?" Han Yue's voice was so soft that Jiang Wang almost didn't hear her.

"I said, give me a gun." Han Yue closed her eyes: "I believe you won't lie to me. What you said is indeed what my brother and Sister Wang would do. I am part of the disaster you mentioned. I am already a useless person and don't know how to make amends. I can only atone with my death."

"Hey, hey, hey, isn't this a bit unnecessary? I just paid a price to save you, and I'm waiting for you to repay me." Jiang Wang smiled and took a revolver from the armory.

It's his favorite one.

Han Yue pointed the gun at her head and pulled the trigger with difficulty.

Ye Xun looked at the corpse on the ground, speechless.

"I don't understand why you let her commit suicide. Since she was going to die anyway, why didn't you save her in the first place? You just got the Book of Diseases; you don't know how powerful it is yet."

"Also, why not let her go outside and die? If she dies in the elevator, I'll have to clean up afterwards."

Ye Xun complained.

He felt that Jiang Wang was now a lunatic.

Could it be that his brain was damaged when he was holding the Book of Diseases?

Jiang Wang looked at her body and said seriously, "I brought her back because of the Cleanup Bureau's mission, I treated her illness because I am also an older brother, and I watched her commit suicide because someone has to take responsibility for the whole thing and for the innocent people who died."

Even if she hadn't committed suicide, I would have killed her anyway; there's no conflict between the two.

Does this have nothing to do with Han Yue?

It's related!

Han Lin is her relative, and that's the biggest connection.

Han Yue's illness was the trigger for the whole thing; that's the connection.

One person's death cannot atone for the sins of the West End.

But if it can make up for even a little, that's enough.

"I'm leaving."

The elevator stopped.

Ye Xun stood at the elevator entrance, watching Jiang Wang leave with Jiang Xin.

They had actually known each other for a long time, but they rarely met and had always maintained a superior-subordinate relationship.

Perhaps Ye Xun had already intended for Jiang Wang to meet with the bureau chief.

However, the bureau chief remained asleep and did not wake up.

Originally, this matter was a foregone conclusion; as long as the director woke up during the New Year, everything would be resolved smoothly.

But it's not bad either.

Through a mission, the bureau chief witnessed Jiang Wang's abilities and character.

"The director said he thanks you, and that he can finally get a good night's sleep for the next few years," Ye Xun said from behind Jiang Wang.

Jiang Wang did not turn around.

"He said that if you ever can't take it anymore, you can do what he did and find an heir for the Book of Diseases." Ye Xun's voice grew louder as Jiang Wang's figure receded into the distance.

"The director can't solve all the problems. The future of the people of Sick City needs to be fought for by the people of Sick City themselves, so I didn't hide anything when I gave you the task."

Jiang Wang slowed his pace.

"Han Yue's illness is indeed different from your sister's, and it is indeed contagious, transmitted through blood, and the probability of it mutating again is very high."

She went to see the tree spirit, and you know, that's when the contagiousness of diseases disappeared; that's thanks to the tree spirit.

Jiang Wang stopped.

He got it.

At least, the Cleanup Bureau never lied to them.

Only when the bureau chief wakes up will the sick city be free of problems.

As for the plague outbreak in the sick city, the people of the sick city need to deal with it themselves.

A resident has contracted a rare disease that requires research by the hospital, rather than being entirely handed over to the bureau chief.

It's not just because absorbing the disease will worsen the director's condition, but more importantly because humanity's fate must be in its own hands.

The lives of the 80,000 residents of the sick city need to be protected by themselves, not entirely dependent on the bureau chief.

What the bureau chief didn't say was...

If he hadn't seen those few sanitation workers who were maintaining their sanity despite their schizophrenia when he sensed the arrival of the monster horde, he probably would have just given up.

Once the sick city is gone, it's gone forever.

Humanity will perish.

It has nothing to do with him anymore.

It was precisely because he saw the last vestige of human stubbornness that the director was willing to continue serving as warden.

"Sick City welcomes you back anytime. At the same time, we hope you can bring more people interested in the Book of Diseases from outside, or perhaps you could take over as the director."

Jiang Wang started walking again.

He waved behind him.