Chapter 933

"After a night of busyness, we prepared three large boxes of sandwiches, pizzas with boxes stacked more than a meter high, a large pot of thick soup, and many noodles and salads packed in fast-food boxes that were actually very fresh..."

"These things were steaming hot, smelled very fragrant, and tasted quite good. So, when we delivered these things to the disaster relief site, the gang members were all very happy."

"They rarely didn't call us little bastards. My God, I couldn't believe it; one gang boss even praised us as geniuses. They had originally prepared to eat fast food..."

"Since that's the case, why did a conflict still arise?" Shiler asked with some confusion.

Tire sighed and said, "It wasn't us and the gang who had a conflict, but that group of rescued Old Street residents."

"When the houses were about to collapse, many people felt the shaking and ran out in advance, or jumped directly from upstairs. These people had minor injuries, and their movement and speech were fine."

"When the gang members rushed to disaster relief, they were still searching for their belongings in the ruins. At that time, the wind was strong and the rain was heavy. Most people ran out in their sleep, had no clothes to shield them from the wind and rain, and some abrasions were still bleeding."

"The gang members urged them to go to the sheds set up by the Wei En Group to avoid the rain and bandage their wounds by the way, but this group of people insisted on rummaging through the ruins, wanting to salvage their property."

Tire said somewhat helplessly, "Originally, after the completion of the Phase II project, they should have moved in as soon as possible, but it was because they were packing those things that they delayed the time. Otherwise, those dangerous buildings would have been empty long ago."

"They were willing to pack up there themselves, and the gang members were too lazy to care about them, but later, the Wei En Group's engineering vehicles wanted to drive in to clean up the building debris, and they insisted on blocking them, saying that the vehicles would crush their things..."

"My God! Who could take a fancy to their junk? But they just insisted on lingering there and not leaving. Of course, the gang wouldn't indulge them; the gang members shot and wounded a leader."

"Originally, in Gotham, with so many gang members drawing guns, everyone should have run out quickly to find cover."

"But I don't know what happened; this group of people seemed to have gone crazy and dared to go up and attack the gang. In fact, there aren't many gang thugs living in Old Street; the vast majority are peripheral members of the gang, such as cooks, service providers, and madams. These people have never dared to compete with gang thugs..."

"But last night, in the typhoon, they seemed to have gone crazy, especially that leader who was shot and wounded by the gang. I know him; my mother likes to call him the 'Lung-Rot Ghost' because he never stops coughing when refueling..."

"The gang spent a lot of effort to drive them away. After dawn, the gang members were originally sitting there wanting to eat something, but that group of people came back again. This time, they wanted to snatch the food the children brought."

"The gang originally wanted to shoot them all to death, but the people from the Wei En Group wouldn't allow it. After all, these people were already residents of Phase II, and the Wei En Group wanted to ensure their safety, which is understandable."

"The gang members were guarding us with guns, but that Lung-Rot Ghost, who was left with only half a life after being shot, didn't know how he bypassed the gang members and rushed toward me..."

"At that time, I was holding a spoon and serving soup to the people eating. He just rushed up like that. I was startled and swung the spoon to knock him on the head, but I didn't expect that he seemed not to be afraid of pain and reached out to grab me..."

"I... I haven't experienced this kind of thing..." Tire revealed an expression of lingering fear and said, "Since I was a child, the work I've done has been arranged by my mother. I've never seen anyone rush up fiercely, as if they wanted to eat me..."

"At that time, I was a bit scared silly and didn't know how to dodge, but Jason pushed me away. However, Jason's arm reached out, and the Lung-Rot Ghost grabbed his arm directly..."

"The little girl with six fingers next to us pulled Jason back. Jason shook his arm hard, and although he shook the Lung-Rot Ghost's hand off, his fingernails had already pierced into Jason's flesh. When he shook it off, he scratched three very deep wounds..."

Tire said very annoyedly, "It's all my fault; I should have let him go to the hospital earlier! But Jason said it was a minor injury and it would be fine after bandaging. At that time, we were busy and very short of manpower. I thought so too, so I didn't insist on him going to the hospital..."

"But after the busy morning, Jason's face was terrifyingly pale. A female doctor in the Wei En medical team checked his wounds and said there was a possibility of infection. She applied some medicine to him, bandaged him, and gave him two fever-reducing pills..."

"We thought it was fine, but after returning, Jason said he was a bit sleepy and went back to his room to sleep. But he didn't come out for a long time. We found the building manager to open the door, and as a result, we found that he had fallen into a coma and was burning all over."

Cobblepot sighed and continued, "At that time, we discovered that he already had a fever. We fed him two fever-reducing pills. At first, his body temperature dropped a little, but later it still didn't work."

"I called Bruce Wei En, but he was also very busy there. It is said that among the residents rescued last night, some suddenly developed mental illness and attacked him. He is investigating what is going on with the doctors."

Shiler narrowed his eyes and looked at Jason's arm. The three wounds were no longer bleeding, but they were very swollen, and his entire forearm was swollen along with them.

Jason's face was very pale, but his lips were very red, looking as if they were congested due to high body temperature. Shiler tested the temperature on the side of his neck with the back of his hand and found that his body temperature was terrifyingly high.

"You go out first; I need to check his wounds." Shiler turned his head and said to the two. After Cobblepot and Tire went out, Shiler grabbed Jason's wrist and asked the Gray Mist, "Can you give him a physical examination? This doesn't look like an ordinary wound."

The Gray Mist was silent for a moment and then said, "It is a bit strange. I am reorganizing his cells and performing overall cooling, but I don't know why, there has been a mutation near the wound where he was scratched."

"Mutation? What do you mean?"

"I can heal almost all wounds by changing the structure of human tissue. After all, the essence of a wound is that human tissue is destroyed. As long as it can be repaired, the wound will definitely heal."

"My symbiote factors can be converted into human cells to fill in lost or necrotic cells. Theoretically speaking, this minor injury should have healed instantly, but in the process of filling and repairing, it is still constantly deteriorating..."

"What is the reason?" Shiler asked.

The Gray Mist sent a series of confused emotions and said, "... It's very difficult to distinguish. I can only feel that there is a mysterious factor invading the wound. I am trying to strip them out... Very well, it cannot be stripped out at all."

Shiler heard the Gray Mist sigh and say, "He is not my host. I don't have such strong control over his body. If I take some mandatory measures, he might lose an arm."

"Then let him lose an arm." Shiler said very firmly, "There are limb regeneration potions; it will grow back sooner or later."

The Gray Mist seemed to hesitate and then said, "I have trapped this factor at the wound on his arm. Just cut off the arm using physical methods. I have blocked his pain nerves; he won't feel anything."

Shiler paused and then said, "... Is there no gentler treatment method?"

The Gray Mist thought for a while and said, "You can try letting that guy living in the umbrella eat this factor. He seems to eat everything."

"So. Are you unwilling to eat because you are a picky eater?" Shiler asked while turning his head to take the umbrella. The Gray Mist hummed twice and said, "That's not it. I can only eat things that can be converted into symbiote factors. If it can't be converted, I can only spit it out as is."

"In other words, you can't convert this mysterious factor?"

The Gray Mist thought for a while and said, "Saying it's a factor is not very accurate. It doesn't exist in reality, so I can't eat anything. It's more like a kind of... um... ethereal curse. That's why I asked you to try that pitch-black guy. Both of them are curses; maybe it will be useful?"

Shiler took the umbrella over and then brought the tip of the umbrella close to Jason's arm. Soon, a black mist wrapped around Jason's arm.

After the Curse Soul stayed on Jason's arm for a short while, it returned to the handle of Shiler's umbrella.

The Curse Soul left, and Jason's arm did not change, but the next second, the Gray Mist began to repair it. Instantly, the wound healed.

The Gray Mist said somewhat proudly, "Look, I said it was effective. This thing is definitely a curse; otherwise, he wouldn't have eaten it so deliciously!"

Shiler held the umbrella handle and felt the emotions transmitted by the Curse Soul. He found that this time, the Curse Soul's emotions seemed to become clearer. He was indeed satisfied and joyful.

"So you like eating curses?" Shiler said with some surprise, "I thought you should like eating things like souls..."

But at this time, the Curse Soul actually produced a thought, the gist of which was "Souls don't taste good, this curse tastes good."

Shiler was surprised again because before this, the Curse Soul did not have the ability to answer his questions.

This Curse Soul, which was born as one with Constantine, first obtained natural magical abilities in his mother's womb like Constantine, but was subsequently killed by Constantine, becoming a curse spirit that could never fade away, and later became Shiler's umbrella spirit.

But this little guy did not have such strong growth ability as the Gray Mist. Having stayed in the umbrella for so long, it wasn't that Shiler hadn't tried to communicate with him, but every time he returned without success.

The Curse Soul could only convey very simple emotions, and could only convey one kind of emotion at a time, unable to make yes-or-no judgments. But this time, Shiler clearly felt his two attitudes toward two things. This was a manifestation of the initial formation of logic.

Now, Shiler had a feeling that it wasn't that the child was stupid, but that I hadn't raised him well. He indeed didn't know that the Curse Soul was originally meant to eat curses, and it seemed it had to be a curse from the world he was born in. It turned out that before, he was too hungry to think.

Shiler shifted his attention from the Curse Soul back to Jason. The wounds on his arm had disappeared, and his complexion was much better. Shiler reached out and tested his body temperature, finding that his fever had also subsided.

The moment Shiler withdrew his hand, Jason suddenly sprang up from the bed, as if startled by a nightmare. He gasped for air, looked around, and when he saw Shiler, he let out a long breath.

Shiler looked at Jason and asked, "Do you still remember what happened?"

"I... I..." Jason closed his eyes hard, his voice still sounding a bit weak and powerless, but then, he suddenly widened his eyes and said:

"Those residents... the rescued residents... they are about to go crazy!! Hurry and stop them!!!!"