The whole weird world is waiting for me to go to heaven

Chapter 1048 Success in Fighting the Epidemic
"Did it...see it?"

Zhou Rong was unsure.

The candlelight reflected in those emerald green cat eyes.

But it's just a cat, it looks perfectly ordinary, can it really see through their isolation array?
"Whether they can see it or not, just arrest them first!"

Senior Brother Zhang cursed under his breath and suddenly reached out to grab it.

But the cat was exceptionally agile, and with a whoosh, it darted back to the driver's seat.

boom!
His hand was caught off guard and slammed heavily against the frame of the iron window.

With a cracking sound, the array's light vanished abruptly.

Uncle Wang in front seemed to notice the commotion, and his humming stopped abruptly.

"Oh dear, what's going on?"

"No, it's nothing," Senior Brother Zhang replied quickly, enduring the pain in his hand bones.

The cat then shrank back and let out a soft meow.

It sounds like an accusation.

But how is it possible?
Fortunately, Uncle Wang was looking ahead and didn't turn around, so he didn't see that the carriage behind him had turned into a miniature mobile altar.

He just smiled slowly: "Oh, it's Little Tiger. Did you disturb you by running around in the back?"

"Yeah, it appeared suddenly and startled me."

"Little Tiger is a bit mischievous, but did it stop you from whispering to each other?"

These words seem to have a deeper meaning.

Everyone felt a chill run down their spines.

After a long pause, Senior Brother Zhang finally spoke slowly: "We...we were just chatting."

"Oh, is it?"

Uncle Wang chuckled, as if speaking casually, and then nonchalantly instructed:
"If your hand hurts, go to the village clinic. The new doctor is much better at his job than that lazy old man! I used to have a lot of back pain, but that doctor cured it with just a few massages. It's amazing, no wonder he's from there..."

"It's okay, I'm really okay."

Senior Brother Zhang was naturally too lazy to go, and he interrupted Uncle Wang's words perfunctorily.

With his high level of cultivation, it was just a minor injury to his hand bone; he was fine in no time.

However, the thought of "just press it" made him feel a sudden ache in his back, as if he were carrying something heavy.

Maybe I really should try pressing it.

But not here.

Instead, they returned to Longhu Mountain and found a familiar massage parlor...

Just then, he suddenly heard Uncle Wang shout:

"We've arrived! We've finally reached our village!"

Everyone was immediately overjoyed.

Wasn't all that wandering just for this moment?
Looking out, in the night, a village is adorned with lights and colorful paper in the distance, and the enticing aroma of food wafts over.

The car slowly drove into the village entrance, and a bright red banner fluttered in the wind:

[A New World, A New Look – Wishing you success in the fight against the pandemic!]

This statement is utterly nonsensical.

There was also a banner that was covered up:

[Warmly celebrate the official establishment of ■■■!]

However, in this mysterious realm, the logic of words cannot be traced.

More importantly, the current plan—

The group exchanged glances. Senior Brother Zhang's gaze sharpened, and he nodded forward with his chin, indicating that he was ready to make a move.

At this moment, Uncle Wang stopped the car: "I'm sorry, I can only take you this far. I have to go back to help my wife make stewed meat. If I'm any later, I'm afraid I'll miss the grand ceremony..."

"It's alright, it's alright," everyone said in unison.

I couldn't wait to jump out of that stuffy, smelly pig truck.

The moment my feet touched the ground, I felt like I had come back to life.

However, what followed was a slight slump in the shoulders and back, as if carrying something on one's back, probably from being tired from being curled up in the carriage.

Uncle Wang, sitting in the driver's seat, rolled down the window and casually pointed to the bustling street intersection ahead:
“Zhou Yi is at the pharmacy next to the health station. Just walk a little further and turn left onto the main street. It’s easy to find. By the way, young man—” He glanced at Zhang’s slightly red hand, “Go to the health station and have the doctor take a look at it. Don’t let the injury get worse.”

"Thank you, Uncle Wang!"

Senior Brother Zhang gave everyone a wink.

He then slowly walked towards the car door.

"By the way, there are some things I'd like to ask you—"

"What's the matter?"

Uncle Wang had just stuck his head out of the car window, half of his shoulder leaning out, ready to hear what the sparsely-haired Xiao Zhang had to say.

He naturally didn't see it—

A ray of silver light silently appeared behind him!

A flash of cold light, aimed straight at the back of the neck!

Just then, a black and white tiger stripe shot out from the roof of the car like lightning, smashing through the silver light!

As the cat flipped over, a claw landed squarely on Zhang's head, tearing off his sparse hair and revealing a bald patch on his skull.

Senior Brother Zhang's face turned bright red, and he waved his hands wildly, trying to pull the cat off, but the cat had already slipped onto his back.

He stretched his arm back and felt a sharp pain in his back, as if a tendon had been pulled, the pain shooting through his entire body like lightning.

Then he let out a scream.

He twisted his body and fell to the ground.

The tabby cat landed on his head, wagging its tail proudly.

Everything happened so fast that no one else had time to help.

It's strange that Senior Brother Zhang's protective divine light didn't activate, and it's also strange that Senior Brother Zhang didn't use his supernatural powers. But then again, it's even stranger that he needs supernatural powers to deal with a cat.

Uncle Wang was stunned and quickly got out of the car.

He lifted the tabby cat by the scruff of its neck and scolded it, "Little Tiger, how could you be so naughty and treat the guests like this?"

He picked up the clump of hair from the ground and said apologetically, "Sorry, this..." But upon closer inspection, he exclaimed, "Oh, it's fake. The quality is pretty good."

As he spoke, he rubbed it.

Brother Zhang, feeling both ashamed and angry, snatched it back.

As a result, he pulled a muscle again, and was in so much pain that he grimaced.

Uncle Wang clicked his tongue and said, "You're unlucky young man. You bumped your hand, lost your hair, and your back is all messed up. You really have to take him to the clinic this time. You'd better carry him there quickly, I'm off now!"

Seeing that Uncle Wang was about to leave, Senior Brother Zhang quickly gave him a meaningful look.

Junior Brother Zhao understood immediately. He lightly touched the ground with his feet, and with a flash of sword light, a chilling aura shot straight towards the old man's back.

Suddenly, a whooshing sound and footsteps came from behind.

It was as if a thousand troops had suddenly attacked.

Before he could react, a heavy force slammed into his back!
He was suddenly sent flying and crashed heavily to the ground.

Just as he was about to roll over and get up, he saw a furry belly sweep across the sky—black, white, and spotted.

And then, claws, sharp enough to kill, stepped over him, making his bones crack. He even suspected that several of his ribs had been broken.

Amidst the chaotic stampede, after an unknown amount of time, a hand finally pulled him out of the furry ocean.

"Are you alright? Why are you lying under the cats' and dogs' feet? Do you have some kind of weird fetish?"

This is a problem!
Could it be his idea?
Junior Brother Zhao almost vomited blood.

The worst part was that the other person also gave him a good beating, trying to brush off the loose hair on his body, almost pushing his broken bones into his lungs.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

He screamed.

The other party finally stopped.

Upon closer inspection, he saw a robust, simply dressed middle-aged woman with an affected smile and hands larger than palm-leaf fans.

No wonder it hurt so much!

He shrank back, and suddenly felt pain all over his body and his legs went weak.

Fortunately, the old lady helped him up again.

"Be careful, you look so frail, don't fall..."

He looked up through the pain and discovered that a huge army of cats and dogs, of all shapes and sizes and in all colors, was surging towards him like a tidal wave at the street corner ahead.

The thought that he had just been right below him made him gasp.

"What...what is this?" "Oh, this is our grand dog and cat parade today!" The old lady smiled, her eyes crinkling. "Of course, we've been arguing for ages about whether 'dog' or 'cat' should come first..."

Junior Brother Zhao had no time to listen to so much rambling.

Moreover, this large group of cats and dogs immediately separated him from his fellow disciples, and he couldn't see any familiar figures amidst the flying fur.

He grew increasingly anxious, thinking that the ritual was about to begin and the effect would be diminished without him.

He gritted his teeth, made a hand seal, and unfurled the banner.

One by one, illusory heads appeared, roaring ferociously.

They were about to take the smiling, rambling old lady who was watching the parade and introduced herself as "Qiuju" along with the pile of cats and dogs in front of her.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the banner was unfurled, a sharp pain shot through my back, as if a tendon had been pulled.

He suddenly lost his balance.

At the same time, the banner was suddenly pulled down by a force!
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a group of cats and dogs, carrying the banner's tail in their mouths, excitedly biting and pulling at it as if they were hunting, their tails wagging rapidly.

"Let go! Let go—"

Before he could finish shouting, Junior Brother Zhao slipped and fell backward to the ground again.

The old woman exclaimed in surprise:
"Young man, what's wrong with you? Why are you falling flat on your face repeatedly? You're not the main character in some soap opera..."

Despite saying that, the old lady still kindly helped him up again.

But this time, the young man shouted and yelled.

"It hurts!"

"What's the matter?"

"I...I think I strained my back."

"You're so young and you've already strained your back, this won't do!" the old woman said helplessly. "Never mind, I'll take you to the clinic. Let the new doctor take a look at you."

Junior Brother Zhao could only cry out in pain and could no longer speak.

I was too exhausted to walk any further.

"What should we do now..."

The old woman looked around, because there was a march going on, and this corner was just her and the young man; no one could help her carry it.

Suddenly, they saw the banner lying on the ground.

"Well, oh, there just happens to be a piece of cloth that big... that'll do. Xiaotian, Haqi, Douchai, you guys help drag it there."

Wang Wang Wang!
Several voices responded.

The old woman quickly wrapped up Zhao Shidi, who was groaning and struggling, inside the banner.

It suddenly became quiet.

Several large dogs picked up the end of the banner and dragged the cloth forward like a sled.

Strangely, they completely ignored the actual buildings and the endless stream of people in the procession.

It's like wandering in another world.

Therefore, no one noticed the wad of cloth.

Before long, the pack of dogs made its way through the noise and arrived at the health station.

They barked twice in unison before lowering the banner.

The nurse inside heard the noise and yawned.

"What have you guys brought here?"

She crouched down and casually lifted the wad of cloth.

However, the room was empty, with only a faint smell of blood remaining.

"That's strange..." the nurse frowned. "What does this mean?"

The cats and dogs barked and howled.

She naturally couldn't understand it and just thought it was a joke.

"Well, this piece of material looks pretty good, it'll be perfect for making a cat bed."

She picked up the banner and went behind the counter.

There were piles of colorful fabrics there.

On the table was a cat bed that was only half-sewn.

There were several finished cat and dog beds pieced together from scraps of cloth at my feet, each with a different shape—bones, blood vessels, brains, and so on.

The old doctor was sitting by the window, brewing tea and chewing goji berries. Looking up, he couldn't help but praise:
"Good material."

"Right!" the nurse laughed happily. "I'm sure I'll win the dog and cat bed contest!"

"Hey, not necessarily," the old doctor muttered lazily. "Those new guys are really creative. You should probably try making some new shapes, maybe a heart?"

"Heart shape? That's so tacky!"

"I'm talking about that heart shape, including the left and right atria and ventricles. This can hold four of them! And this piece of cloth is big enough. Come on, let me draw you a sketch."

As he spoke, the old doctor was about to come over.

"Don't you see patients?" The nurse looked at him warily.

"With such a powerful expert here, do I even need to step in..."

The old doctor pursed his lips, glanced at the innermost room with its door tightly closed, and sighed.

"Sigh, I wish I could be like that someday."

"Then you should study more and go to university."

"Yes, yes, yes, this is the perfect age for me to start learning."

"But today is a grand ceremony! It's also a half-day off! I need to relax!"

The old doctor smiled and said, "Anyway... there shouldn't be any new cases, right?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a commotion erupted outside the door.

"Doctor, take a look! This is a friend from out of town. I don't know how he ended up like this!"

Several villagers worked together to carry a person inside.

Although he was carried in, you could tell that the person was very light, like a ball of cotton.

The nurse was startled and said, "Quick, carry him into the ward inside!"

The crowd obeyed and gently placed the person on the sickbed behind the curtain.

The nurse squeezed in and saw that it was actually a woman wearing a Taoist robe.

They're more like puppets than people.

A layer of cotton cloth, stuffed with soft filling, making the whole person look bulging.

Only its eyes were still darting around, but its mouth had turned into a red cloth, the thread trembling slightly, yet it couldn't make a sound.

The nurse was surprised, but quickly realized what was happening and turned to look outside the ward.

There stood a little girl holding a rag doll.

His expression was indifferent, and his eyes showed no emotion.

The crowd whispered among themselves, "Could this be Xiao Zhou's partner? Should we call Xiao Zhou to come and take a look?"

"Never mind, Xiao Zhou is preparing for his performance, so don't disturb him. We'll take care of him here."

As she spoke, the nurse slammed the curtain shut.

He didn't miss the woman's terrified, pleading, and desperate gaze.

Since everyone had their own things to do, and the nurse had said so, the kind-hearted villagers finally left.

The little girl didn't leave.

The nurse bent down:

"Yingzi, why did you do this?"

Yingzi's small face remained calm:

"Because she's going to kill someone."

After thinking about it, I added:
“Many, many people.”

"I see." The nurse nodded and straightened up. "Okay, we'll take good care of her."

Then she took out a glass jar and went behind the curtain.

Yingzi glanced at the doll, then looked at the old doctor who was concentrating on drawing something behind the counter, before turning around and leaving with the doll in her arms.

A large black dog with four eyebrows was left squatting at the door of the ward.

Just as the old doctor finished drawing the heart, the young nurse came out from behind the curtain, carrying a sealed glass jar.

A red light flashed inside the jar, as if something was still gently wriggling.

"Has it been dealt with?"

"Yeah, of course."