Odd Containment Specialist.

Chapter 740: The Journey of the Disabled Old Wizard (Part )
Under normal circumstances, Murong Shangjin would have given up studying this book, but this book was told to him by the mysterious voice, and he believed that the book contained the knowledge he needed.

Murong Shangjin tore off a few more pages of paper and wanted to put them in the water cup, but after thinking it over, he finally opened a can of Coke and drank it with his meal.

The old original pages were fragile and easily shattered. They easily turned into fine powder in the cola and flowed down Murong Shangjin's throat into his stomach. The thoughts and ideas of the translator when translating the second volume flowed through his brain like a trickle of water...

[The wizard's wounds healed, and he crawled towards the direction where the moon rose at night. His severed arms and thighs became new feet, and his long white beard grew shorter in the mud.

The wizard didn’t understand, was it wrong to keep a promise?

If it is wrong, then who is the honoring of promises that people in the world advocate? Is it for the sake of keeping promises, or is it for the sake of keeping promises for the sake of keeping promises?
The wizard crawled all the way, sleeping in the open air, and when he arrived at a boundless lake, a great magician was fishing in the lake.

The magician said to him: "A thief once came here to steal and was caught by me. He cried and said that an old man without hands and feet would come here one day, and he begged me to help you then.

Go east or west, the moon is there."

The wizard burst into tears and choked up, saying, "The moon has not abandoned me yet. I will go now."

He crawled east and west, his mouth dry and thirsty, but the belief of seeing the moon kept him moving forward.

Exposed to wind and sun, the old wizard's body was increasingly worn out, his limbs were covered with thick calluses, and his head was always tilted upward like an inverted bow.

Finally, when he saw the magnificent high wall, he also saw the silvery full moon hanging high in the sky. He looked at the round moon with tears of blood. His old body rolled on the ground, roaring angrily and cursing the full moon.

There was no one to save him anymore, the waning moon was no longer there.

As his last faith faded, the remaining life in the wizard's body slowly slipped away. He lay on the ground, letting ants crawl onto his eyeballs and beetles gnaw at his lips.

Until a trace of moisture flowed through the corner of his mouth, a new belief was born in his heart: this miserable and painful life, why not start over again? If he could be born again, he would no longer keep his promise and would never keep secrets for others.

If he could start over again, he only wanted a healthy body.

If we could remain healthy forever, we would never fall into this miserable situation again.

The wizard stuck out his tongue and actively embraced the unfamiliar desire.

Fresh warmth spread along the lines of the tongue into the throat. The wizard raised his bow-like neck and saw a thin, moist red stream slowly flowing down the slope.

He bent his head and licked it, licking it continuously, moving his short limbs, the calluses on the ends rubbing against the sand, as he climbed up the slope, tracing back to the source of this water of life.

When the wizard reached the top of a high earthen slope, he saw the animals sharing a corpse.

Beasts with bristling manes chewed hard bones; pythons burrowed through flesh and blood, swallowing steaming hot entrails; spiders sucked eyeballs and scorpions sharpened their teeth with their spines.

This fragrant feast attracted the wizard to come forward, but the python scared him away with its fangs. The wizard could only crawl in the low earth pit and wait quietly for the blood of the corpse to flow through here...】

Murong Shangjin stared ahead with a dull look in his eyes, a large amount of information hitting his brain like a tsunami.

He seemed to be able to see the vivid imagination in the translator's mind when he translated this paragraph.

He saw the wizard drink the blood of the corpse, saw the wizard being rescued by a passerby later, saw the passerby's hands and feet rot, and saw the wizard grow back his broken arms and legs.

He watched the wizard return to the kingdom and build a house for himself. He invited all the disabled people to fight in his home, making the lame stand up again and the blind see again. Some people regenerated their broken arms in his home, while others became more disabled. The deaf became blind, deaf, and lame until they were completely disabled.

In the subsequent chapters of the book, the style becomes abnormally crazy. The original author uses a lot of words to painstakingly describe the brutality and greed of the invited guests, as well as various detailed bloody scenes.

But the wizard, the protagonist of the book, begins to disappear in this part. Even if he is mentioned occasionally, he appears as an indifferent bystander who does nothing.

At the end of the book, the wizard's evil reputation spread far and wide. A strong young man who could slay a dragon came here. After hearing about everything, he walked into the wizard's house, which had been expanded into a castle, in order to uphold justice.

When people from the entire kingdom heard about this, they all rushed here and stopped outside the castle, nervously waiting for the final result.

A few days later, the young man walked out of the castle. The wizard's head in his hand was as pale as snow, and the skin on his cheeks was as thin as a cicada's wing and deeply sunken.

He turned his head and looked at the castle that was as silent as a tomb, and said, "They were all killed by this demon, but the demon died in my hands. This castle cannot be demolished. I will live here and suppress the remaining evil."

Under the hero's commission, everyone entered the castle to clean up the messy scene for the hero. Inside the castle, years of accumulated blood had coagulated into a bright red carpet, and a fragrance as sweet as rust floated in the air.

They found the wizard's body, shriveled as a stick and without a drop of blood.

At the end of the book, when everything was packed up and everyone was about to leave, the young hero stood in front of the door that was about to close and said to everyone: "Let the thief from the neighboring country who was pardoned by the king come here and live with me. He should listen to my story."

This is the end of the book.

Murong Shangjin blinked. He seemed to hear the young man's last words echoing in his ears. The translator's imagination completely brought him into this simple and crude story.

He felt like something was connected!

The old wizard gave up his belief in the waning moon and drank the blood. His personality seemed like a completely different person. The things he did when he returned to his hometown always gave Murong Shangjin an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

He felt that he had touched upon a very crucial clue, and that he had obtained the key piece of the puzzle, but he just couldn't put it together.

There are too many fragments in my mind, it's so confusing and I don't know where to start.

Just a little bit, just a little bit.

The strong feeling of anxiety made Murong Shangjin feel dizzy. He picked up the books that were sorted out next to him, unfolded them hurriedly but carefully, cut the pages into small pieces, put them into the water cup next to him, and then drank them all in one gulp.

Although it is possible that the people who wrote these books are crazy or have abnormal brains, Murong Shangjin can no longer care about so much at this moment. He wants answers, he just wants to know the answers!

"I see... the umbilical cord, the umbilical cord is the most important."

"Teacher Murong."

The sudden voice interrupted Murong Shangjin's concentrated thinking.

"You...you are Xia Shou, why...why are you here?" Murong Shangjin pushed his glasses shyly.

(End of this chapter)