palm surgery

Chapter 342
The witch came out of the yard, her thoughts were heavy.

She grew up with her master since she was a child, treated her like a teacher and a mother, and naturally cared about her physical condition very much.

Ever since the turmoil in the barren tribe a few years ago, Master's health has suddenly deteriorated, to the point where he is now bedridden.

In the past, blessings or priestly events were presided over by the great witch himself. If there were any difficult and miscellaneous diseases in the tribe, the great witch would personally treat them.

But for the past six months, the master has lived in seclusion, and the prayers and prayers of the barren people have been entrusted to her, and even such important tasks as blessing the priests have been done by her.

Great witch Anzai, on such occasions, there is no reason to ask the witch to preside over her, which would make the tribe panic. She has presided over the priests in the name of the great witch and the name of the master these two times.

Fortunately, during the ceremony of praying for the priest, the big witch had to cover her face, and she deliberately covered her voice, so no one noticed that something was wrong.

But this is not a long-term solution. If Master's body continues to decline like this, it may be impossible to recover.

She wanted to investigate Master's illness in detail, so as to find a cure, but Master waved him away.

"I am a great witch, so I naturally know my physical condition." She sighed, and said quietly: "To tell you the truth, I feel that my time is numbered..."

"Master..." The witch just wanted to speak, but she cut it off by raising her hand.

"Don't talk too much, and don't be sad. In life, it is inevitable that there will be a time to leave." Her voice was neither sad nor happy, as if she was not talking about her impending death.

"Fortunately, you are considered successful in your studies now. In the past six months, I have watched you manage the affairs of the witch temple and preside over the blessing ceremony. You have really done a good job."

"Suoya, you are already a witch that the barren people trust. I can rest assured that the witch temple will be handed over to you..."

Suoya's witch's eyes were sour. In the barren tribe, only when the great witch died and returned to heaven, could the witch be truly qualified to be the great witch and officially take charge of the witch temple.

Master said this, which means that she is really about to leave...

"Why are you crying?" The aged witch was rarely tender, "You are already in your twenties, you are not the child you used to be."

"Master..." Priestess Suoya burst into tears, she moved to the bed and tried to hold her hand, but the big witch avoided her lightly.

"Go on, I'm tired and want to take a rest." After saying that, she closed her eyes.

Suoya wanted to stop talking, and just wanted to get closer, but was stopped by the witch attendant who was following the big witch: "Witch, please."

There was not much respect in her voice, just like today.

Suoya stopped in her tracks and turned to look at the yard in the distance.

Since her master's illness, she has become closer to the witch attendant, but she has become a little more distant from her, far from being as warm as before.

That's not right, since four years ago, it seems that Master has not treated her as close as before.

In terms of teaching techniques, although the master treats her strictly, she was raised by the master's side since she was a child, and the two of them had a lot of intimacy and warmth.

When she was still young or a girl, she would even act like a spoiled villain to the big witch, but Master would just smile kindly.

But four years ago, after Wu Nai, who served Master personally, passed away, Master first suffered a serious illness, and then gradually alienated her.

She is still a high-ranking witch in the tribe, but she has lost the qualification to be inseparable with her master.

Fortunately, as she got older, she gradually put this matter aside, and could only do her job as a witch with peace of mind.

Now, the master's death is approaching. Although she knows that life and death are impermanent, everyone has it, but in her heart, she is still very sad.

What puzzled her even more was that apart from the serious illness four years ago, Master's body was always healthy. Why did it suddenly deteriorate to this point in the past six months?
But the master didn't say anything, and he didn't let her investigate personally, so she had no choice but to keep this doubt in her heart.

In the other place, Tidu bid farewell to the leader of the barren people and several tribal leaders, and then took He Ling Jiang Peiyou to his own tribe.

There were other people following along the road, and they didn't say much all the way, and when the three of them entered the yurt, they began to talk about what happened in the witch temple earlier.

"Miss He Qi asked me to stop the great witch earlier, because she suspected that there was someone else under the mask?" Tidu asked with doubts in his heart.

He Lingjiang nodded: "Yes. I was in the witch temple earlier, and I heard someone tell the witch attendant that the great witch vomited blood again."

"Hematemesis? Or 'again'?" Tidu frowned slightly, "Is the big witch injured? But it's been so long, I haven't heard anything..."

"Since he is a barren man and great witch, even if he is injured, he must hide it from outsiders, so as not to cause panic in the tribe."

He Lingjiang said: "I just heard from other ministers that the great witches have been living in seclusion recently and rarely see outsiders. Usually, the affairs in the witch temple and the requests of the people are all handled by the witches or the witch attendants around them." Reasonable?"

Tidu frowned: "That's true. Could it be that the big witch is really seriously ill?"

He Lingjiang shook his head slightly: "I only heard a few words, but the great witch vomited blood, but I can't say for sure how sick he is."

She continued: "The reason why I doubt that the person on the altar is not the great witch himself is because I saw him praying and performing spells on the stage, his movements are smooth and natural, without any sense of stagnation. But then think about the fact that the witch attendant knows that the great witch is vomiting blood Looking at the anxious look at the end, I know that her symptoms are not mild."

"A person who cultivates magic, whether it is profound art or witchcraft, once he vomits blood repeatedly, he must be seriously injured or seriously ill, and his internal energy will inevitably be damaged. In this way, why would you want to preside over such an event as if nothing had happened?" A labor-intensive blessing ceremony is almost impossible."

"When the head stopped that person, I also took two steps forward to get closer to her." He Lingjiang narrowed his eyes slightly, "If it is said that the inner breath is damaged, I can try my best to cover it up. There is no trace in the ceremony. But one person's anger cannot be biased against others."

"That person's aura doesn't look like she's injured or seriously ill. What's more, her aura doesn't belong to a sixty-year-old person like the big witch..."

Ti Dun couldn't help but widen his eyes: "Then... then this person... can only be a witch."

The entire barren tribe, who can perform the art of praying and praying to the gods, except for the great witch, has her true priestess.

Sure enough... He Lingjiang narrowed his eyes slightly, it seems that this witch does have some ability.

"It's just..." Ti couldn't help but wonder, "Well, why is the big witch seriously ill? It's even to the point where she wants to hide it from everyone and ask the witch to preside over the ceremony for her..."

He Lingjiang recalled what he had heard in the shaman's temple earlier: "It's been more than half a year since the great shaman started to see outsiders?"

Tidu was taken aback: "Miss He Qi is saying that the illness of the great witch may be related to the tribal turmoil years ago?"

(End of this chapter)