diskusbooks Chapter 711: Continue the Fire, Share the Infection
Chapter 711: Continue the Fire, Share the Infection
After taking a bite, the first thing he smelled was the strong smell of various spices that choked his nose. Li Changxiao frowned, but then relaxed his brows and took a second bite. The seven-legged fragrant chicken tasted really average, with fishy meat and too much seasoning. But after chewing, a sweet fragrance appeared in his mouth. It was this fragrance that made the patients linger and love this dish.
It is like the feeling of being refreshed after recovering from a serious illness. Ordinary people would not be able to stand the fishy and salty taste of the first few mouthfuls, and would immediately spit it out after eating it. However, the sick people, who are dying and dying, are also experiencing the transition between fishy and sweet tastes when they are seriously ill. Therefore, there is a reason why people love to eat the Seven Spices Chicken, which is difficult for ordinary people to understand.
The temple fair was drawing to a close. After everyone had eaten to their heart's content, the host of the temple fair ordered someone to bring a glass of water. He told everyone that the water contained a rare disease that no one had ever taken before. Could anyone dare to share the infection with him?
Some of the patients hesitated, some retreated, and the noisy scene suddenly became quiet. Even the host of the temple fair was hesitant.
He and others have been walking on the road of illness for decades, and it is still unknown whether they have gained anything, but they have lost too much, and every single one of them is remembered in their minds and engraved in their hearts, and they talk about it from time to time.
Looking around, I saw many sick people in front of the temple, suffering from the virus, some died early, some struggled to survive. Some were no longer human.
Tumors and sores on the skin are actually the smallest side effects and are not worth mentioning. The pain and torture day and night, the hopeless future, and the distorted appearance are the most mental torture.
If he drank this strange disease again, what would happen next? Who could know? Who could guess? Everyone's hesitation and anxiety were all in this silence.
The person who presided over the temple fair had no one to answer for a long time, so he sighed in his heart, and even he himself did not have the courage to accept it. He held this temple fair only to find people to encourage each other. Seeing this scene, he also retreated.
At this moment, another strong wind blew, extinguishing the bonfire, blowing people to and fro, and blowing half of the water in the cup that was infected with the strange disease to the ground.
The temple fair fell into darkness.
No one lit the fire, and no one spoke. After a few minutes of silence, they heard footsteps. They were walking out. This temple fair had been prepared for a long time, and medical practitioners from hundreds of miles around had gathered. The person who presided over the temple fair sighed in his heart, knowing that someone had left in the dark. He turned pale and asked, "Is there anyone willing to light the fire?"
He asked three times in a row, "Is anyone willing to light a fire?", but no one answered. He could only hear the sound of footsteps leaving.
In the darkness, some people were struggling, and some were hesitant. The host of the temple fair asked again, "Is there anyone willing to light a fire?" This question was actually a plea.
The sick people live towards death, so most of them are destined to die, and a few live. No one does not cherish their own life, and there are always people who retreat in the middle. What supports everyone to come to this point, in addition to strong willpower and the courage to live towards death, is that they often get together, hold temple fairs, gather people's hearts, fight difficulties together, and comfort each other.
If the bonfire is not lit at this temple fair, the fair will end in dimness. The people's hearts will be dispersed and there will be rifts between each other, and the path of everyone's illness will come to an end.
If they were no longer "patients", what would they consider themselves to be? Ordinary people? Monsters? Monsters? ... Everyone was worried. They were extremely terrified, uneasy, and confused, but they just didn't know what to do or how to do it.
It seems that if a fire is lit, everything can be solved, but it is so difficult, as hard as climbing to the sky.
They looked at the bonfire, hoping it would light up by itself, but they couldn't and didn't dare to light it.
I just hope the wind will be stronger, stronger, so that the flames can ignite by themselves. But at this moment, black rain starts to fall from the sky, soaking the dry wood of the bonfire. The last bit of the flame is also completely extinguished.
Everyone was so depressed that they couldn't see each other's expressions, but they all looked very ugly. At this moment, a voice came: "I'll light the fire." As soon as the voice fell, a man walked forward, took out a tinder from his arms, and tried to light the wet wood again.
Li Changxiao took out some dry firewood, lit it with fire, and then carefully arranged the firewood to provide a better environment for the tiny flame and maintain air circulation so as to neither extinguish the flame nor let it be extinguished by rain.
Everyone stared at the flame and felt how pitiful it was, being destroyed by the wind, bullied by the rain, and about to go out. They thought of their own life, which was also pitiful, being plagued by illness and about to die.
The person who was presiding over the temple fair saw the rain getting heavier, so he suddenly stepped forward and held out his hands to protect the flames, shielding them from the wind and rain. The flames burned even more vigorously, but the rain got heavier, and his two hands could no longer cover it, and the flames began to flutter again.
Another person came forward and also stretched out his hands to block the flames. The flames grew bigger, and more and more hands were put out to block the flames. However, the downpour refused to let them go. The bigger the flames grew, the heavier the rain would fall.
The host of the temple fair cursed angrily, "You bastard." Jiang Sheng stretched out his body to block the rain and protect the bonfire. Seeing this, everyone was furious. They had been fighting against the disease for many years, so why should everything be determined by fate?
So they all lay down to protect the bonfire. The bonfire burned brighter and brighter, no longer afraid of the wind and rain. The flames grew brighter and brighter, illuminating the front of the temple.
The host of the temple fair said, "Hurry up and add more firewood." Everyone brought firewood and added it to the fire. The fire was getting higher and higher. It was already a big fire. There was no need to block the wind or the rain. Even if the black rain raged, it would not go out easily.
They added more firewood, and the flames grew higher, reaching a man's height, and were burning vigorously.
In the heavy rain, the bonfire was still burning. The host of the temple fair came up to the stage, holding up the clear water with the strange disease in his hand. He let his whole body get wet, but he didn't care. He just said loudly: "This cup of water contains a deadly strange disease. If we drink it, we will either die on the spot or suffer for the rest of our lives."
After a pause, he asked, "Everyone, do you dare to join me?"
After a long silence, all the patients said in unison: "We are all infected!"
Immediately, the person who presided over the temple fair took a big sip, and then passed the water around. Everyone took a sip until all the water that caused the strange disease was finished.
Some people died on the spot after drinking the water, but some were fine. This temple fair made the sick people more determined to seek fire.
Li Changxiao looked back at the temple fair and saw the bright fire. He smiled knowingly and left quietly.
Afterwards, someone asked who was the person who lit the fire that day, but no one could answer.