Rotten God Kingdom

Memories began to surface.

He remembered the cold basement in the hunting city, his father's chapped lips and bloodshot eyes.

I remember the last night my mother lay on the ground, her breathing growing weaker and weaker until it disappeared completely.

He recalled the first time he held a knife, the tip plunging into an enemy's chest, blood gushing from the wound, the touch warm and slippery...

Then the memories surged even faster: Jiang Xin's wrinkled little face when she was born, the slowly pulsating blood vessels under her transparent skin when she was in the sick city, and her hair being blown by the wind when she sat on the back of a motorcycle.

There was also the dull thud of Han Lin's head hitting the riverbed rock wall when he fell.

The bureau chief's body, composed of countless germs, slowly dissipated in the cave.

Finally, there are some strange memories.

Confused, disordered, without sight or smell, only sensation, dense and countless, like echoes returning from a very distant place.

Jiang Wang's breathing suddenly stopped. He stood on the withered tree, the branches beneath him trembling slightly.

In the distance, Wang Jin stood in front of the stone platform of the sanctuary, leaning slightly forward, seemingly going through the same process, but his reaction was far less intense than Jiang Wang's.

With a thud, Jiang Wang fell from the tree.

"elder brother?

elder brother!"

Before the sanctuary, Wang Jin seemed to awaken from a dream. Tears welled in his eyes, and his expression was complex, as if he had been crying and laughing at the same time.

The crowd erupted in cheers, some people went up to hug him, and others patted him on the shoulder.

The city of travelers welcomed him.

Wang Jin wanted to say something, but he saw the director flipping through the photo album in his hand, with precious photos flashing before his eyes.

Those photos are absolutely masterpieces.

The details, such as the subject, lighting, angle, and cropping, were all done to an impeccable degree.

This is simply a work of art.

Director Xiang opened his mouth slightly, seemingly puzzled and surprised.

He closed the photo album, checked the direction, and walked resolutely out of the crowd.

The excited crowd fell into confusion and gradually quieted down. However, the guide's actions did not cause much of a commotion. To them, the fact that the guide had started to leave meant that he had found a new direction, found better scenery, and knew where to find unique delicacies.

All they need to do is follow behind the guide.

Thousands of travelers followed the guide in unison, holding torches, their expressions solemn, and they remained silent.

Like devout believers walking on a pilgrimage route.

Finally, they slowly stopped in front of Jiang Wang and surrounded the three of them.

Director Xiang stood under the tree, looking down at the unconscious Jiang Wang, neither moving forward nor backward.

"Brother, don't scare me, what's wrong?" Jiang Xin anxiously pinched Jiang Wang's philtrum.

My heart is still beating, and I'm still breathing.

How did she suddenly fall into a coma?

Wang Ye panicked. He had only brought Jiang Wang to see what was going on, so how did he end up fainting?

correct.

Wang Ye remembered that Jiang Wang came from the City of Sickness, so he must be sick.

Could it be a heart attack?

"Where's the medicine?" Wang Ye asked.

"What medicine?" Jiang Xin was a little confused by his question.

"Medicine for heart disease? Don't you two carry any medicine with you when you go out?" Wang Ye was starting to wonder if the two were siblings.

How can a sister be completely unprepared when her brother is sick?

Immediately afterwards, he saw the guide leading a large group of people heading towards them.

Wang Ye was startled.

Good heavens, could this Brother Jiang be Director Xiang's illegitimate son?

How could a single instance of unconsciousness cause such a commotion?

Once everyone had surrounded Jiang Wang, Jiang Xin, holding Jiang Wang's head, drew the pistol tucked into her waistband and pointed it at the guide, demanding, "What are you trying to do?"

"I've come to welcome a true traveler." The guide's tone was gentle, and his gaze towards Jiang Xin was calm.

Just like how Jiangxin was nothing more than an insignificant stone in his eyes.

But when he turned his gaze to Jiang Wang, his eyes burned with passion, as if he had seen the most breathtaking scenery in the world. He only dared to stand at a distance and watch, not daring to speak loudly, and even afraid that his breath would pollute the atmosphere of the beautiful scenery.

"Get away from me, or I'll shoot!" Jiang Xin pulled the hammer, his index finger resting on the trigger.

She would immediately fire if the person on the other side dared to take even one step forward.

"Okay." The guide sat cross-legged. "I'll wait here for him to wake up."

The travelers looked at each other, wondering what their guide was up to.

However, they did not raise any questions and returned to their houses and cars, shifting the city a little in this direction, with Jiang Wang as the center.

The middle-aged man once said that non-travelers should not enter the city, but he never said where the boundaries of the traveler's city were, since the city was moving every day.

Jiangxin is now certain that he has entered the city and is now in the city center.

She was very nervous, fearing that her and Jiang Wang's legs would break off at the root in the next instant.

The director didn't say anything; he just sat there, waiting quietly.

Jiang Wang finally woke up late at night.

He struggled to sit up and rubbed his head vigorously with his hands.

Headache.

And I don't know why I have a headache.

Strangely, Jiang Wang had clearly confirmed the diseases the Book of Diseases had given him, and apart from vitiligo, they were all insignificant, and he even had paronychia.

He's not mentally ill.

Then he saw the houses around him and the man sitting not far from him.

"Brother, you scared me to death." Jiang Xin handed over a water bottle, her expression still wary.

Jiang Wang is not in good condition, so she has to take on the responsibility of being vigilant and ready to fight the enemy.

"What's wrong with you? Why did you suddenly faint?" Wang Ye was sitting not far away. He originally wanted to come closer, but when he noticed that Jiang Xin's gun was faintly pointing at him, he gave up.

"I don't know either. In the last part of my memory, I seemed to see a bunch of strange things, and my head felt like it was going to explode before I passed out." Jiang Wang frowned, wondering what the last thing that surfaced in his memory was.

It was a chaotic scene, yet it seemed to contain a wealth of information.

It's probably not human memory.

"Welcome, traveler," the guide said from a short distance away.

Jiang Wang didn't respond, or rather, he had no idea that Director Xiang was calling him.

It wasn't until Jiang Wang saw Director Xiang staring intently at him that he realized the man in front of him was calling him.

"Me?" Jiang Wang pointed to his nose. "Brother, don't joke around. I haven't been to many places in my life, so I can't possibly call myself a traveler."

"This photo album doesn't lie." The guide stroked the album cover with a serious expression. "The reason you fainted is because you experienced too many things in the first half of your life. When you gained the album's approval, these memories flooded back into your mind. You couldn't process such a complex array of memories at once, which is why you fainted."

Jiang Wang smacked his lips.

This director's skills are quite different from the bureau chief's.

The bureau chief even knew to name it "The Book of Diseases," which sounds high-end and classy, ​​and is obviously a good thing.

This photo album...

That sounds a bit ridiculous.

Perhaps it should be called the Traveler's Book.

If the book of diseases fell into the hands of the guide, what name would he give it?

Medical records?

and many more.

As Jiang Wang listened to Director Xiang's words, he suddenly remembered something.

The director said that he would receive the senses of almost all the germs in the sick city, and in order to combat the influence of these memories and the Book of Disease, he had to fall into a deep sleep and shut out the influence of the outside world.

When the photo album resonated with Jiang Wang, the last memory that flashed through Jiang Wang's mind was inexplicable and incredibly complex. Could it be that he attributed his experience with the germs around him to himself?

The book of diseases itself can, to some extent, control pathogens.

Jiang Wang thought about it more and more and felt that he might have guessed the answer correctly.

"Hiss, well... how should I put it?" Jiang Wang's expression became complicated. "Hahaha, that's right, I am a true traveler."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xin immediately facepalmed.

My brother is at it again.

While in the sick city, he was worried every day, but after he recovered and left the sick city, he immediately returned to his old self.

What's the point of acknowledging oneself as a traveler?

Are we really going to drift around the world with these houses?

"In that case, the photo album is yours. From now on, you will be the guide of the Traveler's City." The guide seemed to have gotten the answer he wanted, stepped forward, and handed over the photo album.

Jiang Wang's smile froze on his face.

Are all travelers this genuine? Giving nice gifts the moment they meet?

Jiang Wang did see some records of the pre-disaster period while reading the book, which said that some backpackers carried pots and pans with them and would share their meals with strangers.

But what's happening right now is too outrageous. Who would give away their entire fortune the moment they meet someone?

"This, this... isn't this a bit inappropriate?" Jiang Wang hesitated for a moment. "Why are you giving gifts to everyone you meet? We're not even that close."

It's not that he wasn't tempted.

The problem is that by taking over the photo album, he may have to shoulder the fate of the city of travelers.

Jiang Wang had never lived in this city and didn't have any feelings for the people here. As for taking responsibility, it was too ambiguous.

Most importantly, Jiang Wang has only just taken in nine pages of a book on diseases. If he adds a photo album to that, he'll die, won't he?

You'll definitely die!

The guide's eyes were sincere, and his tone was earnest: "The photo album has been waiting for a true traveler. To be honest, although I hold the position of guide, my knowledge of the photo album is very limited, and I can only use it to do some simple things."

Jiang Wang thought for a moment, then didn't continue the conversation. Instead, he asked, "What kind of things can you do?"

The director thought Jiang Wang was interested, so he took the initiative to move closer and explained in detail: "In my spare time, I pray to the photo album, praying that the photo album will guide us to the right path."

When we're short of weapons and ammunition, the photo album will tell us where there are abandoned weapon depots from before the cataclysm.

When we are short of water, the photo album will guide us to the nearest spring or river.

When we are short of food, the photo album will guide us to the nearest city where we can trade food.

When we encounter a monster attack, the photo album will provide the best escape route.

Jiang Wang felt a toothache from listening to this.

Could it be that the survival of so many people depends on the guidance of this photo album?

What if the photo album stops working one day?

"How were you guided through the photo album?"

"In the form of maps and pictures."

Jiang Wang was still deliberating, but Jiang Xin's eyes lit up.

This thing is a godsend for wilderness dwellers; they have food when they're lacking and weapons when they're lacking.

It can even plan escape routes!

Jiang Xin nuzzled Jiang Wang's shoulder, the meaning hidden in her eyes couldn't be clearer.

Brother, say yes!

Jiang Wang glared back fiercely.

If you want me dead, just say so. No need for all this beating around the bush.

"I think I need to think about this matter carefully."