"How could this happen?" I asked Dongyao.

He flipped the honeycomb-shaped brain tissue with a dagger, "There may be other external factors, because even now, the specific activity and replication mechanism of prions are not very clear. As far as I know, prions proteins are the encoding product of normal cellular genes in humans and animals."

"You mean, is something else that triggers this lesion?"

"Yes, they ate human flesh. This curse of cannibalism engraved in the genes made them suffer the consequences, and in the end, it also infected many innocent people."

"So you see that they are infected now, do you still have a way to treat it?"

"The solution... there must be a solution, but it will take me some time to find out the real cause of the aggravation of the infection. By the way, have you ever had tuberculosis?"

"Hmm? Tuberculosis?" I don't understand why Dongyao asked me this question without thinking.

“I don’t think it’s…”

"He's going to do it," said Wenna.

"Hmm? How do you know?" I didn't know that I had this disease. How did Wenna know?

"Is there any connection between this disease and the current virus?" Wenna did not answer me, but continued to ask Dongyao.

"If you want to contact me, there is no contact. I mainly want to say something. After someone is infected with this virus, even if he is cured, his sense of smell will have problems. His sense of smell and taste will no longer be as sensitive as before he gets sick."

"This should be a normal pathological injury, right? But I feel... my sense of smell is quite good."

"Pathological damage? Then you may have other lung problems. Viruses and bacteria are two kinds of things. After your disease is cured, there will be no problem under modern medical instruments, including various tests. From modern medicine, you have completely recovered, but traditional Chinese medicine does not think so."

"The disease comes like a mountain and goes like a mountain, and it's like a thread to get rid of it. Then you will be cured."

"Wrong, this is not a matter of raising one's own care. After your lungs are infected by other viruses, the soul that dominates the lungs will be damaged and will be occupied by the magpie's nest."

The four words "Dragon-occupying" magpie's nest are said from the mouth of Dongyao, a person who once occupied other people's bodies and is still occupying other people's bodies, which makes me feel a little unnatural.

"What does tuberculosis have to do with the current virus? I don't understand this very much. I have to ask you to explain it clearly..."

"You don't understand. No matter how detailed I said, you can't understand it. I'll tell you a rough idea. I think it's the soul or soul of these people who have been damaged and occupied."

"Then isn't this something you're very good at?"

"Yes, so, I want to take his spirit now." Dongyao pointed to the person whose scalp and skull were lifted off on the ground. "I want to suck out his spirit, and then go in and see what was wrong."

"Okay, I understand." It turned out that he was afraid that I would misunderstand that he would return to his old career...

"I need you guys to do me a favor."

“What’s the busy thing?”

"You have also seen that this person's mind has become like this now. It is obvious that he is already incomplete and is slowly turning into a walking corpse. So, my method is dangerous. If...I can't get out after I go in...you...you," Dongyao turned to Wen Na, grabbed Wen Na's hand and continued, "You are from Yuanchu, my teacher! What you know, see and do is far above me...If I can't get out...will you drag my spirit out of the quagmire?"

Wenna nodded vigorously, "I can do it, I won't let you get stuck in it."

With Wen Na's promise, Dongyao looked solemn, as if the dead soldier was about to rush to the battlefield...

He began to recite some strange languages, and I couldn't even hear a word, but he saw that the person lying on the ground gradually floated away from the ground, hanging half a meter away from the ground. Then, Dongyao's chanting became more and more intense, almost to the point of roaring. The man's mouth finally slowly opened, and some smoke with dim light spit out from his mouth...

"His spirit body has almost been eaten up..." Wen Na whispered from the side.

"I'm going in!" Dongyao said that, then lowered his head and pressed it on. Then Dongyao and the man fell to the ground at the same time. The person who had been opened began to twitch violently. After about thirty seconds, they stopped.

"Dongyao?" I patted the man's face and called Dongyao, but there was no response!

"Did he go in?" I asked Wenna.

"I've got in, don't worry, wait..."

Time passed by minute by minute, and the man had no other reaction except for frowning...

"Winna, look!" I pointed to the beads of sweat that precipitated on the man's cheek, "Are he trapped?"

Wen Na covered her palms with the person on the ground, closed her eyes, and then pulled Dongyao's spirit out of the man!

I saw that the color of Dongyao's spiritual body became lighter... His spiritual body was also constantly losing...

He returned to his previous body and waited for a long time before he stood up, with a frightened expression! It seemed like he was experiencing something very terrifying!

"What's wrong? What did you see?"

"It's a kind of... something I've never seen before... this kind of thing is neither a spirit nor a virus... I don't know how to explain it... I think... they don't seem to be something from our world... no, not..."

I don't know what Dongyao saw in that person's body, but his speech began to be confused and logically confused...

"Don't worry, just say it slowly."

"After I went in... I felt the changes in his body and the changes in various energy elements in my body. I wanted to find the key reason for the sudden fierceness of this disease. I found that there was a seemingly normal cell in his body. As soon as my spirit was injected, countless same cells were split out without knowing it, and these cells could actually entangle my spirit in a short time! Just like countless mosquitoes covering the skin, they kept biting me, but I couldn't get rid of it... This feeling was too terrifying! And how could such a thing be possible!"

"Then do we have any other way now?" I asked Dongyao.

"There is still a solution. I can test it. Now who has carried this terrible virus and separates infected and dangerous people."

"Can the infected person be saved?"

"I will use iron nails to seal their souls first, and I should be able to delay the infection process... But I am not sure about curing it now..."

The three of us took away all the spirits of all the refugees in the quarantine area. Most of them had few spirits left, with only two or three people, which was relatively complete.

"What should I do with the rest of the people?" I asked Wen Na and Dong Yao.

"Even fire can't eliminate these viruses, what else can I do?"

"Maybe they can be taken all to that crater."

Wen Na's suggestion is a feasible solution.

"I see that you are so impatient now... these remaining spirits...why don't you eat them?"

Dongyao did not shirk responsibility, and looked very hungry. He sniffed the faint smoke in the air deeply and finally got better.

Afterwards, he tested everyone in the camp. Fortunately, no one in the desert camp except for three medical soldiers, and no one was infected. The final diagnosis given by Ada's previous symptoms was: psychological effect.

"Why are medical soldiers infected? They have never eaten the same kind of meat!"

"Maybe there is a recessive family inheritance. They have been carrying this virus in their bodies and are activated in this environment, so they are lesions..."

Dongyao used iron nails to kill all the spirits of those with mild symptoms. In the short term, they would not lose their mind so quickly, but this was just to delay their death. But for people, death is certain. The delay of these times is to find a cure for them, or to extend their death longer...

When Dongyao was about to nail steel nails into Xiao Liu, the head of the medical team, the old Yang came here specifically.

"Is Xiao Liu still saved?" Lao Yang asked.

"I'm still alive, there's hope..." I tried my best to think of these words to comfort Lao Yang.

"After he was nailed, was he almost the same as those puppets in the shed?"

Dongyao nodded, and Lao Yang's tears instantly overflowed from his eyes, flooding his face with ravines...

"Can you have a way to let me talk to Xiao Liu again?"

"Yes." After Dongyao said that, he began to extract Xiao Liu's spirit body...
Chapter completed!