Sunrise and sunset, mist rises everywhere.
Xia Ning followed Greta into a dimly lit room, where the woman who owned the house was located.
The poor woman was groaning in pain on the bed. Her black, bleeding skin was covered with tumors of all sizes, and even from a distance, the sight of her was enough to shock people.
In fact, there are many people like Greta's mother in the town.
This is a dying place, blessed by misfortune.
Greta knelt by the bedside, unable to bear it any longer. She took her mother's thin, bony right hand and placed it on her forehead, tears streaming down her tender face.
"Mom, I bring you my blessings."
As she had said, Xia Ning postponed the death date for this woman who was plagued by illness.
Two Basic Nutrients and two Basic Antidotes were mixed in an exquisite glass bottle and fed to her mother by the second chosen one of God.
Xia Ning was very generous and gave away four vials of medicine in one go.
She remembered her father teaching her older sister, Ji Li: When giving gifts, either don't give them at all, or give them in a way that the recipient won't forget in the short term.
Xia Ning wanted to make Greta's mother show signs of improvement immediately, but without making her fully recover.
First, her low-level potion was ineffective against the poisonous fog; second, Greta's mother was now a hostage in her hands.
Greta wants her mother to live a long life, so she has to listen to Xia Ning's advice and ask for more medicine to prolong her life.
Xia Ning: =-=
Come to think of it, she's starting to show signs of being a villain again?
No, no, no, she's saving lives and healing people!
Greta, where are you?
A rough male voice interrupted Xia Ning's thoughts. As the door opened, Greta immediately stood up.
"dad!"
The moment Greta's father saw Xia Ning, he quickly pulled a revolver from his pocket and pointed it at Xia Ning's head.
"Stay away from my wife and daughters!"
Greta stepped in front of Xia Ning, blocking her way: "Dad, she's not a bad person, I brought her back..."
The unkempt middle-aged man, his eyes bloodshot, growled, "Get out of the way! What do you know? Do you know we just arrested one yesterday..."
Greta interrupted her father, anxiously explaining, "She can cure Mom's illness."
Xia Ning watched the father and daughter stand facing off like an outsider. She wasn't afraid of having a gun pointed at her head; she was only curious about what the man had left unsaid. What had he captured? A monster, a heretic, or another player?
Unfortunately, the man's attention had been completely diverted by Greta's words.
"What? What did you say?"
Greta, tears streaming down her face, stepped aside: "There's still hope for Mom."
His daughter's words undoubtedly brought a glimmer of hope to this man who was on the verge of collapse.
He walked into the inner room, his heart pounding faster with each step, his fingers gripping the revolver so tightly they turned slightly white.
Greta was also nervously swallowing hard.
As he got closer, the man could even hear his wife's steady breathing.
The weak voice amplified in Greta and her father's ears, pounding against their hearts.
The man could no longer restrain himself; he dropped his pistol and threw himself onto his wife's bedside.
But then he saw that his wife's pale skin was regaining some color, and the tumor had stopped oozing pus. He trembled as he pried open his wife's eyelids.
The rampant green in my eyes is fading.
The stranger standing by the bed wore an immaculate gray robe, and the breeze carrying the scent of citrus lessened the gloom and coldness of the room.
Greta's voice rang out at just the right moment.
“Father, this great man is the messenger of God walking among men, the seed of hope descending from the gray fog, and the holy man who gives us life.”
Greta's father was stunned for a moment. This tough and burly man showed no joy after hearing his daughter's account. Instead, he knelt down firmly in front of Xia Ning.
The man said in a deep voice, "If you need a sacrifice, please take my soul."
Xia Ning: "..."
Why does everyone have to sacrifice their souls? Are your souls bought in bulk?
If Xia Ning hadn't been the one pretending to be a ghost, she would definitely have recommended that the father and daughter download the anti-fraud app.
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Greta's father, Albert, completely disbelieved that Xia Ning's help was altruistic.
He believed that the weight of his own soul was insufficient to pay the price, so in order to prevent his daughter's soul from being taken away with him, Albert racked his brains to think of any bargaining chips the family could offer.
Greta's mother was not fully conscious; her condition was only temporarily suppressed.
Xia Ning, being the only one who could provide the healing potion, was naturally treated with great hospitality.
Xia Ning then discovered that Greta's family were vegetarians.
Is it because of faith, or to avoid consuming "mad meat"?
Xia Ning swallowed her questions and told the father and daughter that she was protected by the gray fog and no longer needed to eat.
He casually threw out a theory about fasting, which only fueled Greta's admiration for him.
Greta both respected and feared Xia Ning, let alone her younger sister who was the embodiment of the mist.
She didn't dare to speak to Xia Ning first, so she asked her father instead.
"Dad, what did you say you caught?"
Greta thought to herself, "Could it be Lauren who ran away?"
Xia Ning appeared indifferent, but inwardly she applauded the little girl's question.
Albert glanced at his daughter, then at Xia Ning, but he didn't dare look at the owl perched on the cupboard.
Albert realized that Greta dared to keep such a big deal from him, and that burying his head in the sand wouldn't work anymore; his daughter was old enough to understand.
Moreover, this is a good opportunity to test the true nature of this self-proclaimed Apostle of the Gray Mist.
Albert pondered for a moment, then said, "Yesterday, the militia caught a stranger hiding in a cave."
He paused, and seeing that Xia Ning's expression remained unchanged, he continued, "That man claimed to be an investigator who came to the town to unravel the mystery of the fog."
"Strangers?" Greta exclaimed in surprise. "Could they be sent by those who left town?"
Albert shook his head: "Not really. He seems to know nothing about the situation in town. Aug believes he is the embodiment of the devil and will be put on trial in the square tomorrow."
Greta shrank back, instinctively lowering her voice: "W-how will the trial be conducted?"
Looking at his daughter's innocent face, Albert simply said, "Demons don't bleed."
Greta's pupils contracted.
Xia Ning felt a chill run down her spine. This... wasn't this just medieval witch hunts?
Regardless of the consequences, arrest them and execute them. If they don't feel pain or cry out, they are the embodiment of the devil; if they bleed and shed tears, they are just a trick of the devil.
Either way, it's a dead end.
The militia's hostility towards strangers was far greater than Xia Ning had anticipated; they showed absolutely no mercy when they encountered them.
Xia Ning was 80% certain that the stranger Albert mentioned was one of the players who had entered the instance.
Players who have gone through three rounds of dungeons will not be without any survival skills.
Why was he so easily captured by the indigenous people, and why did he quietly wait for his execution without running away or calling for help?
Everything will be revealed tomorrow.
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