Jackie Chan's Adventures House Master Daolong

Chapter 334 The Black Death

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The Holy Lord's body is slowly recovering, and powerful magic power continues to circulate, actively repairing his body.

Without the Horse Talisman, all the injuries of the Holy Lord cannot be healed by themselves and can only be restored using magic power.

He looked at Tara gloomily, suppressing his anger: "Trash."

Tara trembled all over, hurriedly knelt on the ground, and said in fear: "Yes, Your Majesty, slaves are useless."

The Holy Master took a deep breath. Chen Long had a divine armor on his body. He actually knew that he couldn't blame Tara, but this guy behaved so much that he couldn't help but want to get angry.

After a long while, he said calmly: "I will help you lift the seal, but I will not use magic to bind you."

As the Holy Lord spoke, a hint of meaning flashed in his eyes. He stretched out a hand, and a scarlet contract slowly appeared in his hand.

"Sign it and I'll let you out."

A smile appeared on the Holy Lord's lips. Although he had dismantled order, he had to say that only the shackles of order were the fundamental shackles. Except for demons and gods, no living being could break free from the shackles of order.

As for those strong men who resisted punishment without dying, thereby invalidating their contract, it was obviously not something Tara could do.

Once upon a time, a long time ago, there was indeed a root that broke the contract and refused to die, but the price paid by that root was that it would no longer live forever.
The injuries and marks from Order cannot completely break the breath of Order.

After all, every contract is bound to the deepest part of the soul. This kind of binding cannot bypass the order even if the soul is cut open.

Of course, this is because of the growth of the Order. It was precisely because someone had done this that the Order added a special regulation.

A vague understanding flashed in Tara's eyes, even though the Holy Master had always been disdainful of order according to records.

However, the current Holy Master no longer has the qualifications to ignore order.

Although this is the worst outcome Tara expected, it is not completely impossible to deal with.

I just need to give up something, something very important
Tara showed a wry smile on her face and said respectfully: "Of course, my lord, this is what it should be."

Tara said, carefully reading the contract that almost reduced him to a slave.

Then he reluctantly came closer and stamped the big head of his spiritual power on it.

At the same time, a special wave flickered slightly, and the contract in the Holy Lord's hand slowly burned. The breath of order and the ominous breath appeared at the same time, imprinting an unknown number of soul marks on the Holy Lord's soul. .

A smile appeared on the corner of the Holy Master's mouth, he took a deep breath and asked: "Are you planning to run?"

Tara recalled the contents of the contract, one of which was [Tara cannot lie to the Holy Lord].

He nodded decisively: "Yes, Your Majesty, His Majesty Ximu's restraints are indeed useful, but as long as my body comes back and with the authority of the shadow, I will not die, so I originally just wanted to use you to help me open the mask. seal."

The Holy Master's face instantly darkened, with murderous intent flashing in his eyes, he continued to ask indifferently: "Did you lose the mask in front of you on purpose?"

Tara lowered her head and said with sincerity: "No, Your Majesty, I really tried my best. It's just because of His Majesty Ximu's restraint that it's hard for me to face even an apprentice now."

The Holy Master's face softened a little, and he waved his hand and said, "You go down first, I am going to unblock you now."

Tara's emotions were not that high, and she buried her head on the ground respectfully: "As you command, Your Majesty."

"Are you unhappy?" the Holy Master asked with a smile on his lips.

Tara, who was just about to leave, paused. There was a hint of mockery in her eyes that were almost touching the ground, but her voice was still respectful: "Yes, Your Majesty, the failure of the plan and the fact that I will become your slave forever in the future make me very unhappy."

The smile on the Holy Master's face is widening, Tara cannot lie at all, this is a hard condition.

For example, the Holy Lord asked if you slept?He heard that he had to answer that he had not slept, otherwise he would die.

Very harsh.

But for this guy who dares to use him, the Holy Lord thinks that no matter how strict he is, he, the Holy Lord, is happy!

"If you're unhappy, just endure it and step back." The Holy Lord waved his hand.

Tara's mental power slowly dissipated, and she responded respectfully: "Yes, Your Majesty."

After Tara disappeared completely, the joy in the Holy Lord's eyes became more intense. He took out Tara's mask and murmured: "Ten Shadow Legends. Not bad."
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America.

"Are you sure it's this football field? Why doesn't the devil come out yet?"

Xiaoyu leaned in Luo Qing's arms, playing with Luo Qing's hand boredly, muttering feebly.

"Really? But we watched all the football fields, and I left marks on them. As long as the breath of hell appears, I can take you there in one second. Should it be okay?"

Luo Qing was also a little hesitant, but this was the most preparation he could do. It was okay to ask him to recall a certain plot of a certain book.

But there was really nothing he could do to recall which football stadium Westwood was at.Even Luo Qing suspected that the football field was not mentioned at all in the anime.

"I just feel a little bored. How about you tell me a story?"

As if she had no bones, Xiaoyu slowly slid down, rested her head on Luo Qing's lap, looked at his face and asked.

A smile appeared at the corner of Luo Qing's mouth. He gently stroked Xiaoyu's slightly longer hair and asked softly: "What do you want to hear?"

"Anything is fine, as long as it's something I haven't heard of." Xiaoyu answered without hesitation.

In fact, she never liked listening to stories, but after her relationship with Luo Qing became better and better, she liked to listen to Luo Qing talk. Although she didn't know why, she felt very comfortable doing so.

Luo Qing looked up at the sky, thought for a while, and there was an inexplicable fluctuation in his eyes. He lowered his head and said with a smile: "That's just right. I know two forces that you definitely don't know about. It should be quite interesting."

"What force?" Xiaoyu's eyes flashed with interest.

"It's actually not right to say it's power. It should be called professions. One is called the epidemic doctor and the other is called the saint of order." Luo Qing looked into Xiaoyu's eyes, his face as gentle as ever: "Have you heard of it?"

Xiaoyu paused, with some hesitation in his eyes: "I think dad said it, but in dad's mouth, they all seem to be crazy."

"Emm, they're crazy, almost, but you can't imagine why they became crazy." Luo Qing thought about some of the records passed down to epidemic doctors and said, "Let's talk about epidemic doctors first."

"It has been more than 20 years since this profession first appeared. If calculated based on the more than 100 million years since the birth of the world, it should be regarded as a new force."

"It's just that this force was founded by a human race called the Epidemic Doctor. At that time, people didn't have a surname. The Epidemic Doctor was frail and sickly from birth.

There was even more than one known cancer in his body, but the strange thing was that these diseases did not kill him, and seemed to have reached some kind of terrible balance in his body. "

"But the pain of the disease will not get used to it over time, and it has been tormenting his body and will."

"And those around him, such as his parents, friends, relatives, and even strangers, were all very kind to the sickly boy. This made him have no thoughts of committing suicide, and even made him wonder whether all living beings were born to suffer."

"Unfortunately, he is a smarter person and is well aware of his own specialness. When he became an adult, he studied medicine with the doctors and priests of that tribe in an attempt to cure his own disease."

“Unfortunately, although he was extremely powerful and had various miraculous medicines at that time, his tribe was relatively remote and the level of the priests was not high.

In addition, there were too many diseases in his body. If he could cure any one of them, it would break out completely, which became a terminal illness at that time. Even his master kept saying that it was a miracle that he could survive to this day. "

"Although he hit a wall, the epidemic doctor's mentality is still optimistic. After all, he did not die.

He is very satisfied that he can use the medical skills he has learned to help a world that is full of kindness to him. "

"As the medical skills of epidemic doctors become more and more sophisticated, he can even easily diagnose many diseases based on the pain in his body, and prescribe corresponding medicines and treatments."

"The reputation of the epidemic doctor has also begun to spread. People in the entire tribe know that the sickly boy has grown up and can contribute to the tribe. In addition to goodwill, people have more respect for him."

"It can be said that the epidemic doctors have been treating countless people until they are 50 years old. Even the death rate of the tribe is much smaller. This makes the development of their tribe more unscrupulous than other tribes.
After all, the medical skills of the epidemic doctor had already surpassed his master's by a lot at that time. Basically, as long as there was no direct death, the epidemic doctor could cure anyone. "

Listening to the description, Xiaoyu's eyes also fell into thought. She raised a hand and asked: "If you say so, then the epidemic doctor is not bad. Why does dad call him a madman?"

Luo Qing took her extended hand and put it down to play with. The smile on his face faded slightly and his tone became a little solemn.

"That's because something happened when the epidemic doctor was 53 years old."

"For 53 years, although he has lived in pain all his life, emotionally he has always faced the goodwill of the world, so when malice suddenly comes, it is also when despair begins."

"That was a night bat that was seriously injured and on the verge of death."

"There were too many races at that time, especially the creatures from other planes that these low-level humans didn't recognize."

"So, when the tribesmen who were in charge of hunting encountered a meat that was over three meters tall and not dead, they brought it back to the tribe without hesitation."

"And what they brought back was a powerful supernatural disease called the Black Death."

"It was a terrible disaster. The disease spread throughout the tribe almost instantly. The people were trembling and in pain, and their wailing sounds made all living creatures tremble."

"And the Epidemic Doctor, as a pathogen born with countless diseases, will not be spread by those diseases. At that time, he was the only one in the entire tribe who was qualified to act."

"He is constantly treating people, constantly feeling the pain, and constantly trying to save these people who are very good to him."

"Unfortunately, for a legendary plague curse that intends to die with the enemy, the medical skills that the plague doctor is proud of are vulnerable to a single blow."

"A large number of tribesmen died under the treatment of the epidemic doctors, and a large number of livestock also died in mourning, including the biological parents who never thought of abandoning the epidemic doctors."

"It seems that the mood swings are too great, and it seems that he has been exposed to too much Black Death."

"At the moment when his parents died, the fragile and strong balance in the epidemic doctor's body was at that moment."

"Broken!"

(End of this chapter)