Douluo: Emperor of Light

Chapter 78 Disaster

Annie took out a piece of clean white woven cloth and covered it on the big bamboo basket prepared by his wife.

Walking a few steps around the bamboo tower, after confirming that there were no big gaps exposed, he carefully picked it up and put it on his back.

He greeted his wife at home, and with his wife's blessing to go out, he left from the house allocated by Wuhundian, which was in good condition.

As an old deacon of the regional Wuhun branch hall, at this time in the past, he would go to the branch hall every day to carry out work.

It's just that the recent changes were too sudden. In the Wuhun branch, the core managers have no intention of working.

Under the influence of their attitude and the famine in the city, the other ordinary members had already submitted their applications, left the Spirit Hall and ran away.

If it wasn't for the fact that he was too old and had feelings for this city, he might have left this chaotic city as well.

"Deacon Annie, you are finally here!"

An eager and expectant cry interrupted Anni's memories, and it turned out that he had arrived in front of the Wuhun Hall before he knew it.

Looking at the dark crowd, sitting on the ground in this empty square, many people even hugged their children, and occasionally they could hear subtle crying.

Annie sighed in his heart, adjusted his mentality, put away the frustration in his heart, and put a smile on his face.

Under the delighted eyes of the monk beside him, he handed him the bamboo basket in his hand.

After a while, the monk returned to the front of the square, and put the big bamboo basket on a large table along with various other storage items for numbered musical notation.

Beside the table, there are other monks who have not yet left and gathered spontaneously. They are constantly opening the seals one by one, revealing the steaming rye bread, steamed potatoes and other food.

Then grab a knife and break the food into smaller pieces for storage on the other side.

At this time, someone will pick up the food, go to the crowd, and distribute a small amount.

Annie withdrew his gaze and walked towards the crowd of hungry people.

He knew that these people like him, this kind of spontaneous action, after all, was a drop in the bucket and couldn't really change anything.

At this moment, there are countless hungry people in the city. The food and money they receive from the Wuhun Temple every day is simply not enough for so many people, not to mention the food in the shops, which is already sky-high.

He didn't know how to fundamentally change all this, so he could only do his own efforts silently.

"Master Deacon, my poor child seems to be sick, can you help him?"

A woman sitting on the ground stretched out her hand and held Annie, her eyes full of expectation.

Annie stopped and squatted down. The boy in the woman's arms turned pale, had difficulty breathing, and writhed uneasily.

He thought for a while, stretched out his hand to show the perception martial soul, and used his soul power to perceive the other party's situation.

With his rich experience, he knew that it was a cold. Although the temperature in the city is not bad on weekdays, it is a little cold at night after all. It is normal for the child to be weak and unable to bear it.

Although it is a small problem, at this time, lack of medical treatment and sufficient physical strength are likely to aggravate the condition.

"Ma'am, let the child rest a little more, I believe he will get better."

Annie smiled kindly. There was nothing he could do but try his best to comfort the poor woman.

After hearing his words, the panic in the woman's heart gradually disappeared, revealing a tired but reassuring smile.

Annie asked for a cup of warm water from a monk, and watched the child holding it in his little hand, drinking it carefully, showing a comfortable expression.

Then, from his pocket, he took out today's white steamed buns and a small piece of dried bacon, wrapped them in his Wuhundian deacon coat, and handed them to her together.

"Master Deacon, thank you very much, thank you very much..."

The woman thanked her excitedly, and even wanted to kowtow to thank her, but Annie stopped her.

Now he can only do this step.

Annie left this place, although he had seen it many times, but at this moment, his heart was still uncomfortable.

No one knows how long they can last, or how many more corpses will be on the roadside tomorrow?

The nobles in the city wantonly searched for everything, ignoring the life and death of the civilians here. Obviously, they have found their next home, intending to scrape a layer of land, and then leave here with the last wealth.

And he, a little deacon, can't do anything in this chaotic situation.

"Hello, Deacon Anne, can you take me to meet the bishop here?"

A young and energetic voice came from behind Annie.

Annie turned her head in surprise, and saw a young man with extraordinary temperament, wearing the platinum robe of a senior member of the Wuhun Temple, watching him quietly.

"Are you... from Wuhun City?"

Annie looked at Qingyang in amazement, and various speculations arose in her heart.

If it wasn't for the fact that the costumes of Wuhundian couldn't be faked, he even thought that someone was teasing him. How could such a gentle boy be a big shot in Wuhundian?

"Yes, I am the Lord of Douluo Hall, Qingyang, Deacon Anni, can you take me to meet the bishop here?"

Qingyang took out the token, handed it to the other party for confirmation, and asked again at the same time.

After previous observations, although it is impossible to determine whether these people have problems, at least this deacon has more kind hearts.

Annie took the token, carefully examined it and confirmed it repeatedly, and it corresponded one-to-one with the various identification methods he had learned, and finally he barely confirmed that it should be true.

It's just... Douluo Palace?

Could it be that something major happened in Wuhun City?

With this doubt in mind, Anni returned the token to Qingyang, and at the same time said rather sadly: "I'm sorry, the bishop passed away half a month ago, and now the priest is acting on his behalf."

Priest?

Qingyang frowned slightly, as before, there was no such news in the information received by Wuhundian.

This abnormal situation made him more convinced that there might be something wrong with the branch hall here.

In the division of the three-level sage system of Wuhundian, the members of the regional hall must be composed of a bishop, at least three priests, and several deacons.

It is these people who manage many monks and decide everything in the branch hall.

The priest is subordinate to the bishop and can indeed perform his duties in the bishop's absence.

"In that case, then take me to meet this priest."

Qingyang withdrew his thoughts for the time being, let go of his doubts, and smiled at Annie.

Although I didn't perceive any other powers in this branch of the hall, no matter what problems there are, as long as I go in and have a look, it will naturally be clear.

Especially the two batches of food for disaster relief, we must find out where they are going.

"Please wait a moment. There are many affairs here. I will explain some things. I hope you will forgive me."

Seeing that Qingyang insisted, Anni did not refuse. After obtaining Qingyang's consent, he went to the front of the square and explained to another deacon.

Then came back here to lead the way for Qingyang.

(End of this chapter)