"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

The young man was originally half-conscious, but after Xie Lian cut off his left leg, he suddenly woke up and screamed wildly, “My leg! My leg!”

Xie Lian knelt in the pool of blood, his white clothes stained with blood. He held him down with all his strength and said, “It’s okay! Doctor, stop the bleeding!”

Several doctors were in a panic. Mu Qing couldn't bear to watch and said, "Don't lose your mind." He came up and took out a small medicine bottle. A faint smoke flowed out and the blood slowly stopped. Xie Lian also passed a layer of spiritual light to the young man's wound. As for the severed leg, it lay alone on the ground. Suddenly, it curled up slightly. It was still twitching and squirming after being separated from the body, as if it were a living thing. Xie Lian raised his hand and the flames rose. The leg was burned into a ball of black charcoal in the raging fire. The young man screamed, "My leg!"

Xie Lian checked his waist and saw that the human face scar had not crept up. His eyes lit up and he said happily, “It’s OK, it’s stopped, it’s not spreading any further!”

The young man finally stopped crying and opened his eyes and asked, "Really? Are you really healed?"

The crowd gasped and were ready to move. After hesitating for a while, someone shouted, "Your Highness, please help me with my treatment too!"

A young man's voice shouted not far away: "Don't do anything rash! It's uncertain. What if he relapses after a while?"

After being reminded by this voice, Xie Lian calmed down and said, “Yes. We cannot be sure yet. We need to observe for a while longer.”

Some people said fearfully: "How long do we have to observe it? I can't wait any longer. If I wait any longer, this thing will grow on my face!" Some people risked their lives: "I'm willing to take the risk!" Soon, hundreds of people in the Unforgettable Forest said in a noisy voice: "Your Highness, please help us to get rid of our suffering!"

Everyone knelt down to pay homage to him. Xie Lian was placed in the center. Although he felt awkward, he did not dare to be careless. He said, “Everyone, please stand up first. If this person does not relapse after a period of time, I will do my best to treat everyone…”

After finally calming down the crowd and making many promises, Xie Lian took the young man with a broken leg to another place, and then sat down under a tree. Mu Qing looked around and whispered, "Why did you just cut off his leg? For this kind of thing, you shouldn't make the decision unless he begs you repeatedly. What if cutting off his leg doesn't work? Then he'll hate you."

Xie Lian’s heart was still pounding wildly. He covered his face with one hand and said in a hoarse voice, “…The situation at that time couldn’t wait any longer. He didn’t answer me, and the doctors didn’t dare to take action. We couldn’t just sit there and watch the virus spread. Someone had to come out and make the final decision on what to do. I really…”

Feng Xin rarely looked worried, and said, "Your Highness, I think you should take a rest. You really don't look well, we will help you here first."

Xie Lian also felt that he could not hold on any longer, so he nodded slowly and said, "Okay. I'll rest here for a while, and then I'll go back. I can't go too far." Just at this moment, someone in the forest started crying again. Feng Xin and Mu Qing went to see what was going on. Xie Lian was stunned for a while, then lay down on the ground.

If in the past, no one had set up a tent and a bed for him, he would definitely not have just lay down on the muddy ground in the wilderness. But now he really didn't have the energy to bother with those things. He didn't even wipe off the dust and blood stains on his clothes, and fell asleep with a dusty face.

After an unknown amount of time, he heard Feng Xin calling him in a daze. Xie Lian suddenly woke up and turned over. He felt something slipping off his body. He looked down and found that it was a patched blanket. He didn't know who had covered him when he was resting. Xie Lian rubbed his brows and said to Feng Xin who was approaching, "I don't need this. You can give it to those patients."

Feng Xin was stunned when he heard this and said, "Ah? What did you say? This blanket? This is not given to you by me. I just came back."

Xie Lian turned his head and asked, “Are you in love?”

Mu Qing said: "It wasn't me either. It was probably sent to you by a believer living in the quarantine area."

Xie Lian looked around but didn’t see anyone worth noting. He shook his head and thought, “I didn’t even notice someone approaching. This state is really bad.” He folded the blanket and put it on the ground, then stood up and said, “Let’s go.”

He left with something on his mind, and soon, what he was worried about happened.

Just two days later, when Xie Lian went to Buyou Forest again, some doctors told him that more than a dozen people with the plague ignored warnings and secretly got up at night. Some burned the affected parts with fire, and some cut their flesh with knives. There were also several people who died quietly because of improper treatment and excessive blood loss, and they were still suffocated under the blankets and dared not make a sound for fear of being discovered.

Xie Lian heard the tragic news right after he came off the battlefield. Standing among hundreds of people, he looked at the patients on the ground, bleeding and screaming in pain. He finally lost his temper: “Why didn’t you listen to my advice? Didn’t I say that we are still unsure whether this can eradicate the virus? How can you do this?”

This was the first time he had lost his temper in front of so many believers. Everyone bowed their heads and kept silent. Xie Lian was really angry and couldn’t help but say a few more words. As he was talking, someone suddenly said, “Your Highness the Crown Prince is immune to all poisons. The disease is on us, not you. Of course you accuse us of being reckless. But we are really desperate and are seeking medical help from all sources. What else can we do?”

Although this person didn’t confront him directly, his tone was full of sarcasm. When Xie Lian heard this, blood rushed to his head and he asked, “What did you say?”

The man shrank after he finished speaking and could not be found. Feng Xin did not hear him from a distance, otherwise he would have immediately scolded him. Mu Qing saw that the crowd was not in the right direction and carefully chose not to escalate the situation. Seeing that Xie Lian did not respond, another person said, "Your Highness, if you can't save us, we will have to save ourselves. Don't worry, your elixirs and magic power will not be wasted."

Xie Lian’s blood was boiling just now, but now he felt as if he was falling into an icy cave. He thought to himself, “…what is this? Do I care about those elixirs and mana? I clearly stopped the amputation because I was afraid it would be useless. Why do you say it as if I don’t have any back pain? I can’t feel these pains, but if I didn’t really want to save people, why would I leave my job as a priest and ask for trouble???”

He had never been stabbed by such words in his life, nor had he ever suffered such injustice. He had thousands of words in his heart, but he could not say a word, because he knew that it was because he had not been able to find a way to cure the human face plague that the believers gradually lost their patience. The suffering of these people was a hundred times more unbearable than his. He could only clench his fists, and his joints crackled. After a while, he suddenly punched a tree nearby.

The tree snapped and everyone was startled and stopped whispering. Feng Xin in the distance realized that something had happened and ran over to say, "Your Highness!"

Xie Lian punched out, venting his pent-up anger and calming down a little. Unexpectedly, in the dead silence, another person said, "Your Highness, there is no need to be so angry. Everyone here is a patient, and everyone is your believer. No one owes you anything."

As soon as these words came out, many people nodded secretly. Although they all lowered their voices, Xie Lian's five senses were clear and he could hear all the voices clearly. Everyone was muttering, "Finally, there is someone who dares to tell the truth. I have been holding it back and dare not say it..."

"Didn't you say that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was very gentle before? How come he is actually like this?"

Amidst the sea of ​​voices, Xie Lian took a step back unintentionally. In the past twenty years, he had never been afraid of any enemy. He was always fearless. However, at this moment, a wave of fear swept through his heart. At this time, he heard someone whisper, "With such divine power, it won't be so difficult to fight the enemy!"

After hearing this, he could no longer stand here.

How could he not know that he now looked nothing like the martial god on the altar who held a sword and a flower, smiling calmly!

Xie Lian turned and ran, rushing out of the Unforgettable Forest as if escaping. Feng Xin and Mu Qing shouted behind him, “Your Highness! Where are you going?”

There was a sudden commotion in the crowd. It seemed that a nurse had suddenly started to punch and kick several patients without any reason, which triggered a round of fighting. However, Feng Xin and Mu Qing could no longer care about this. They called several teams of soldiers to guard the scene and followed Xie Lian away.

He ran towards Beizi Slope, and flew several feet in one step. Not long after, he arrived at the top of the densely forested mountain. Xie Lian’s eyes turned red, and he shouted in the forest: “Come out!!!”

Feng Xin said: "Your Highness! What are you doing here!"

Xie Lian shouted to the sky, “I know you are here, get out of here!!!”

Mu Qing said: "If he would come out as soon as you called him, it wouldn't be like this..."

Before he finished speaking, he stopped abruptly. Because the three of them heard a creaking sound behind them. Turning back suddenly, they saw the strange man in white clothes sitting on a vine and looking down at them, with the left side of his face crying and the right side smiling.

He actually came out after just shouting!

As soon as Xie Lian saw him, he lost his mind, flew over and rushed over, shouting: "I want your life!!!"

The man in white nimbly dodged, his wide white sleeves fluttering like a pair of butterfly wings, extremely graceful. Feng Xin and Mu Qing both exclaimed, "Huh!" They were about to go over to help, but suddenly realized something was wrong and stopped, both with a look of astonishment on their faces. Xie Lian was so angry that he didn't notice anything. He drew his sword and Feng Xin shouted, "Your Highness! Didn't you notice that he..." Xie Lian had already grabbed the man in white's neck with one hand and held the sword with the other, with the tip of the sword against his chest. The man in white was clearly under his control, but he suddenly laughed.

The laughter was clear and gentle, as if it belonged to a young boy. Xie Lian felt that it was very familiar, like someone. However, in his rage, he could not remember whose voice it was for a moment, but a trace of doubt flashed through his mind. Soon, the man in white sighed, "Xie Lian, Xie Lian. No matter how you struggle, it is useless. You are doomed to lose, and Xianle Country will be destroyed!"

Xie Lian was so angry that he slapped him with his hand and said, “Who do you think you are? If I didn’t tell you to, then shut up!”

For him, this was a very rude move. The man in white turned his head away after being hit by him, and then turned back and said, "Do you really want me to shut up? Okay, okay. But, in fact, there is still a way to turn defeat into victory for you. It depends on whether you are willing to do it."

If he hadn't added the last sentence, Xie Lian would have ignored him. But he added the last sentence, and Xie Lian felt that what he said might be true. There is a way, but it will cost him a heavy price. He took a breath and said in a deep voice: "What is the way? Just tell me what you want me to do, and stop talking nonsense!"

The man in white said, "Come closer and I will tell you."

Xie Lian said, “Okay.”

Feng Xin said, “Your Highness! You wouldn’t…” But Xie Lian pierced the white-clothed man’s chest with his sword, leaned down, and said, “Go ahead.”

The man in white whispered to him in a very low voice, and no one else could hear what he said. But the more Xie Lian listened, the wider his eyes opened. After listening for a while, he could no longer bear it and slapped him again, shouting, "I didn't ask you to say that! What I want is a solution! A solution!"

The man in white said, "I told you, this is the way. It depends on whether you are willing to do it."

Xie Lian’s face twisted, and he said, “…What on earth do you want to do? Who on earth are you?”

The man in white chuckled, "Who am I? Can't you take off your mask and see for yourself?"

Xie Lian had already intended this, and he took off the half-crying, half-smiling mask. The next moment, he froze.

Under the mask, smiling at him was a handsome and fair young face, with sparkling eyes, a smile on the corners of his lips, and an expression of infinite gentleness and humility.

This is his own face!