Chapter 19: Ah, Holy Light!

This plague had already killed more than sixty people. For an underground city with only five thousand people, this was already a very huge loss, and there was no end in sight to this loss. In the next three or four days, the death toll would definitely climb to its peak.

Following this trend, it might kill one or two thousand people. Fei Lin was pacing anxiously, but had no good way. There were not many treatment mages in the underground city to begin with, and they couldn't save everyone. They could only watch the patients die of illness in isolation or be hacked to death by skeletons when they went out.

Dying at home was fine, but going out was not. No matter how Fei Lin couldn't bear it, he could distinguish the priorities. Even if one or two thousand people were to die, they were not allowed to go out. This way, at least the remaining three or four thousand could be saved.

However, he sensed an abnormality with the skeletons in a certain area. Someone not only ran away but also ran into the Undead Temple, and his own skeleton soldiers were scared off.

Scared, Fei Lin hurried over. Of course, it wasn't to hold them accountable, but to apologize. It didn't matter if the patient ran into the Undead Temple; there wasn't a single living person inside, so there was no fear of the epidemic spreading. But the Watcher Lord had rarely stopped his skeletons; did that mean the Lord was angry?

Coming over and finding no one, he saw the patient who had escaped earlier, now sleeping soundly with a rosy complexion.

Fei Lin was shocked and immediately thought of a possibility: the Watcher Lord had cured the patient's dysentery.

Fei Lin felt a burst of regret. Why hadn't he thought of asking the Watcher Lord for help? If there was anyone in the underground city who could eliminate this epidemic, the greatest possibility was the Watcher Lord.

In the past, when an epidemic broke out in the underground city, the convention was isolation, so he executed it according to the convention the first time. But this time was different; there was the Watcher Lord here.

Waiting and waiting, he finally waited for Ang to return holding a minotaur skull.

"Uh, did the Lord go grave-robbing? I have saved some good skeletons; I will send them to you later," Fei Lin clearly misunderstood and said flatteringly, then seized the moment and said: "Lord, no matter what, please save the underground city this time. Please sell me the divine medicine that treated that child."

As he spoke, Fei Lin offered all the soul crystals he had scraped together during this period, about forty or so.

Ever since soul crystals could be exchanged for food from Ang, Fei Lin had truly tried every means to get soul crystals during this period, scraping together his own family assets and all the high-level undead creatures in the city.

Soul crystals could only be actively condensed by intelligent undead creatures, and it was at the cost of consuming their own soul strength. Condensing one soul crystal required seven or eight days of rest. Condensing a few more would cause a significant drop in soul strength, and it wouldn't recover for one or two months.

If consuming soul crystals could bring some harvest, that would be fine, but Fei Lin used them all to buy food that undead creatures didn't need. This made everyone very unhappy. Why should living people's food be bought at the cost of their own souls?

Fei Lin had truly been earnest, saying things like population is the foundation of society, living people are the source of productivity, and if they all died and only undead creatures were left, then this underground city would become a graveyard. He had finally managed to appease those undead creatures.

Having scraped together the money to buy food, he didn't expect to run into a plague again, and the Watcher Lord had a way to treat the plague. There was no need to think; there would definitely be a massive hemorrhage. Equivalent exchange had always been the Watcher Lord's rule. Food was already so expensive; wouldn't things that saved lives be even more expensive?

"No money," Ang refused the soul crystals and moved the water tank for watering moss by himself, casting Purification.

"No money? Ah!? Holy... Holy Light!" Just shocked by Ang's 'no money', he was then scared by the light of the Purification spell in Ang's hand.

Ang ignored him. After purifying the water, he pointed to the water tank: "This, treat dysentery."

Fei Lin pointed to the water tank: "Holy Light." Then pointed to Ang's hand: "Holy Light?" Finally, looking at Ang: "Holy Light!"

Holy Light had already formed a shadow in the souls of undead creatures. Even a lich like Fei Lin, who had lived for over a thousand years, was scared into only being able to shout 'Holy Light'.

Ang thought he was interested in Holy Light, so he opened his palm, and a Purification spell condensed on his hand. A cluster of holy light was held in Ang's hand.

Fei Lin subconsciously blocked his hands in front of him, but soon he discovered that this cluster of holy light didn't have that feeling that made him uncomfortable.

In the past, messengers from the Church of Light had set foot in the world transit station. Those arrogant guys came to the Monarch's territory and became cautious and humble, but the disgusting aura on their bodies could never be dissipated.

This cluster of Holy Light in Ang's hand didn't have this aura that made him disgusted and uncomfortable.

Fei Lin let go of his hands, cautiously leaned closer, and found that it really didn't hurt. Finally, he couldn't help but poke his finger into the light.

He saw all the dirt and impurities on his finger being purified. Pulling it out to look, his finger was a large section whiter, just like a freshly peeled chicken claw, forming a sharp contrast with the parts outside the finger.

Fei Lin embarrassedly retracted his hand into his robe. Too shameful. As a lich, taking a bath was impossible. Skin and flesh that touched water would rot. Even if cleaned with magic, it could only clean the water marks on the epidermis; the water that seeped into the cells couldn't be cleaned and could only be air-dried.

Oh, there was another simpler method: bury it in the breathing soil.

So how did liches normally clean their bodies?

They cleaned them the same way they maintained leather goods: first sweep, then wipe, and finally apply some grease. Sheep oil had the best maintenance effect.

The above cleaning and maintenance methods couldn't make the body completely clean, especially for a lich who had lived for over a thousand years. Just that 'patina' was so thick that one couldn't see the original color.

Now it was good. One Purification spell purified all the thousand-year patina. Fei Lin finally discovered that he was originally so dirty. Too shameful.

"No money, drive away dysentery, let people come." Ang pointed to the Undead Fire on the altar. Just the soul energy offered by believers every day made Ang look down on these few soul crystals.

Fei Lin left with thousand thanks. He had originally only held the intention of giving it a try, not expecting the result to make him overjoyed.

However, the Watcher Lord could not want money, but he couldn't not express himself. Thinking of the minotaur skull Ang was holding when he returned, it shouldn't be for making soup, but had other uses.

So Fei Lin had people move all the precious skeletons he had collected in one go to the Undead Temple.

Just when Ang was still at a loss facing a pile of unknown skeletons, a clean and beautiful female lich dragged Fei Lin and rushed in.

After confirming that Ang was the target she was looking for, she pulled Fei Lin in front of her, pointed to his finger of a completely different color, and asked eagerly: "You... how did you do it? Can you teach me? I am willing to offer everything I have."

Following her words, a wisp of incomparably thick soul flame drifted out, entered Ang's body, and formed another strange symbol on his soul. ===== CHAPTER 20 =====