Barbarian land, factory.
The air was filled with the mixed smells of herbs and machinery.
Inside the huge factory, machines roared.
Rows of men and women dressed in uniform gray work clothes are working hard.
The medicated soaps and balms on the assembly line were piled up like mountains, and everyone's face was filled with fervor.
Wu Feng and Qing Yao stood at the factory gate, looking at the bustling scene, their brows furrowed in worry.
Soon, Zhang Yu, dressed in a blue manager's uniform, jogged up to greet them.
Her face was beaming with a bright smile.
"Wu Feng! Sister Qing Yao! What brings you here?"
Wu Feng suppressed his anger and asked in a deep voice, "Zhang Yu, are you sure everything is normal here?"
"That's normal! Absolutely normal!"
Zhang Yu nodded vigorously, pointing excitedly to the bustling scene inside the factory.
"Look! Ever since the Mountain Goddess bestowed blessings, the number of believers in our barbarian kingdom has increased significantly, and everyone is working with even greater enthusiasm! The factory's output has more than tripled compared to before!"
As soon as she finished speaking, a deafening roar erupted from inside the factory.
"The Divine Healer! Your glory shines upon all!"
"Praise be to the God of Healing! You have given me a new life!"
The workers seemed to be on steroids, shouting and speeding up their work, their eyes filled with a frightening fervor.
Wu Feng's facial muscles twitched.
He pointed at the workers who looked like madmen and asked, word by word.
"Then what are they shouting about?"
Zhang Yu followed his finger and looked over, her smile growing even brighter, her tone filled with pride and joy.
"Listen! How devout they are!"
"The people's worship of the Mountain Goddess has reached such an extent!"
Wu Feng felt a lump in his throat and almost fainted.
Qingyao took a deep breath and swallowed back the question that was about to come out of her mouth. She gently tugged at Wufeng's sleeve.
The two exchanged a glance, both seeing seriousness in each other's eyes.
You can't reason with someone whose memory has been completely distorted.
Wu Feng flicked his sleeves, turned and left, his voice squeezed out from between his teeth.
Low voice.
"Since we can't understand it openly, let's take a look from the shadows!"
"I'd like to see what this so-called 'God of Medicine' really is!"
Qingyao nodded and followed.
…
Half an hour later, on the most bustling street in the barbarian city.
A magnificent carriage stopped in front of a courtyard with a plaque that read "Holy Physician's Hall".
Wu Feng changed into a set of brocade robes, with a huge jade pendant hanging from his waist and a flashy folding fan in his hand, looking exactly like a nouveau riche from out of town.
Qingyao, dressed in a lake-green dress, was playing the role of his younger sister, with a touch of innocent naiveté in her eyes.
As soon as the two stepped off the carriage, a "medical envoy" dressed in a moon-white robe came to greet them with a gentle smile on his face.
Are you two seeking the protection of the God of Healing?
Wu Feng gave a affected "hmm" and pointed at the plaque with his fan.
"I've heard that the healer here is very effective? Tell me about your belief."
The messenger's smile remained unchanged as he extended one finger.
"Sincerity brings blessings. As long as you donate one hundred taels of incense money, you can enter my sanctuary and receive divine grace."
"How many?!"
Wu Feng nearly dropped his fan, his eyes wide with surprise.
"One hundred taels?! Why don't you just rob someone?!"
His shout drew the attention of everyone around him.
The envoy's face instantly darkened, and his tone turned icy.
"The glory of the God of Healing cannot be measured by gold or silver! You are devoid of sincerity, reeking of money, and do not deserve the guidance of the God of Healing!"
"Someone, show them out!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than two burly men sprang out from behind the door, using a shamanic flank to drag him outside.
"Hey! What are you doing! You dare to force a sale in broad daylight?!"
Wu Feng struggled and yelled, looking just like a virtuous man being bullied.
Just then, a slender hand handed over a snow-white silver ingot.
"Brother, my brother is new here and doesn't know the rules. Please bear with him."
Qingyao spoke softly and gently as she slipped the silver into the messenger's hand.
The envoy weighed the silver in his hand, and the icy expression on his face instantly melted away, returning him to his gentle demeanor.
"It was a misunderstanding. This young lady is the kind and devout person. Please come with me."
After saying that, he politely led Qingyao into the courtyard, without even glancing at Wu Feng, who was left at the door with disheveled clothes.
Wu Feng got up from the ground, dusted himself off, and grumbled angrily.
…
Qingyao followed the messenger through several corridors and arrived at the quiet room in front of the "Faith Room".
She saw several people ahead of her, all of whom were new believers who had just paid their money, just like her.
They were led into the faith room one by one. When they went in, they were full of curiosity, but when they came out, their expressions became peaceful, even a little fanatical.
An envoy stopped a man who had just come out and asked in a gentle voice.
Do you still remember the mountain goddess of the desolate mountains?
The man looked bewildered.
"Mountain Goddess? What is that? I've never heard of her."
The envoy nodded in satisfaction and then asked.
"Then who do you believe in?"
The man immediately puffed out his chest, his eyes shining, and shouted, "I only believe in the God of Healing!"
Soon, it was Qingyao's turn.
She took a deep breath and pushed the door open.
The room was empty except for a faint scent of sandalwood.
The moment she stepped inside, a wisp of black energy, thinner than a strand of hair, silently drifted down from the roof beam and headed straight for her brow!
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