Quick Travel: Card Destroyer

Chapter 403 A Young Man's Trip to a Foreign Land (Part )

A hand groped in the darkness.

Click - she finally found a switch-like button, and the light in the room finally came on. The light bulbs had been in disrepair for a long time, and some of them could no longer light up, while others flickered several times before lighting up steadily. There were only a few truly intact light bulbs left.

The various cables on the ground are of varying thicknesses, like a group of intertwined snakes, connecting power sources and instruments in a messy manner.

With the dim light in the room, she successfully found the switch of another light above her head and was able to see clearly the person she had picked up not long ago.

The person had messy dark blue short hair and was wearing a patchwork white shirt that didn't seem to fit her properly, slightly stretched on her body, outlining her female body lines. There was a cut on her left side of her abdomen, with a circle of brown blood stains around it, and a faint black light underneath. She was wearing a dark coat when she came, and now it was casually hung on a temporarily cleaned rack nearby.

A wine gourd lay quietly on the dusty platform, with a big "Lang" written on the bottle. Not long ago, the wine gourd was still tightly attached to the waist of the blue-haired boy, constantly calling for help from passers-by, and was heard by a swordsman with black hair and red eyes. The swordsman took the boy to this room, but it was obvious that she herself didn't know how to use the utensils in the room.

Jiuhulu saw that the swordsman had found a brand new surgical gown from somewhere and pretended to put on a mask and gloves. He was now using scissors to cut the cloth around the wound, revealing the area covered with black crystals underneath.

"It's these crystals that blocked the wound and prevented her from losing too much blood, right?" The swordsman glanced at the wine gourd on the table, and took the opportunity to glance at the two heavy swords placed against the wall in the corner.

The wine gourd was silent, as if the anxious voice not long ago had never been made.

The swordsman frowned, but did not ask further questions. Instead, she glanced at the back of the boy's left hand. She clearly remembered that the black lines on it were just like tattoos not long ago, but now that she hadn't looked at it for a while, they had turned into uneven black crystals.

There was a penetrating wound on the left side of the waist and abdomen, but fortunately no vital organs were damaged.

When she picked up the boy, she subconsciously thought that this room was most suitable for treating his injuries. However, when she actually carried the boy in, she found that the instruments in front of her were completely useless, and the talking wine gourd had lost its vitality.

In desperation, she tore off her mask and gloves, and her palm hovered about ten centimeters away from the wound. A not-so-bright light of pale golden color condensed from her palm and slowly seeped into the wound.

Using spiritual power to explore the meridians is the method she is familiar with.

She discovered that there were many small black particles in the boy's meridians. They seemed to be active due to the injuries to his body. Whenever her light-attributed spiritual power came into contact with them, she would feel an emotion called concern.

"Who are you?" The swordsman tried to ask the remaining consciousness in the black particles.

The consciousness replied: "My name is Shanguli, and I am a person who has lost my way. The person you are treating once showed me the way to the right path, but I don't have much time left, so I can only repay her in this way now."

"Shangri-La?" The swordsman repeated it hesitantly. "It sounds like a paradise."

[You are the only one who has understood the meaning of my name so far. ]

"Do you know that wine gourd?"

[I’m not familiar with them, but they are all friends of the benefactor, and they all seem to be sleeping now. ]

"Okay, I understand." After completing the investigation, the swordsman took back this part of the spiritual power.

There are all kinds of magic in this world, and her life span is endless, so she always has the opportunity to learn a new spell. However, the spell she is least good at is the healing spell.

The treatment was already a bit difficult for her, not to mention that she had to distract herself from blocking half of the boy's soul from entering the starry sky, even though she could see that the boy needed the help of the starry sky to repair himself.

Fortunately, with the guidance of Shanguli, she finally succeeded in repairing the wound with spiritual power. The black crystals gradually faded as the wound healed and soon disappeared. The crystals on her left hand returned to the style of a tattoo.

After all, the swordsman was not a professional healing practitioner, so he was unable to completely heal the wound, but it should not be so painful now.

She recalled that when she first heard the call for help, the boy, even though he was already unconscious, couldn't stop sobbing because of the severe pain from the penetrating wound. After some treatment, although his face was still pale, the pain between his eyebrows had dissipated a lot.

Looking at the boy's peaceful sleeping face, she suddenly regretted her previous rough posture, and changed to a relatively gentle horizontal hug, preparing to send him to another room.

The coat, heavy sword and wine gourd were pulled by spiritual power, and the door of the operating room was also opened by spiritual power. This is the correct use of magic.

Arriving at what looked like a ward, she kicked open the tightly closed door and was almost covered in dust. Considering that she was holding a wounded person in her arms, she finally decided to use her spiritual power to sweep the ward from top to bottom and throw all the dust out of the window.

"Go to sleep. The pain will go away after you wake up." The swordsman placed the young girl on the bed by the window and covered her with a blanket. He took off his shoes and jumped onto the bed next to him. He sat cross-legged and closed his eyes. Soon, a faint golden halo circulated around him, attracting the surrounding light elements towards him.

The young man on the hospital bed breathed steadily, and Jiuhulu remained silent.

Outside the window, you can see buildings standing side by side, looking extremely neat, but at this moment it is deserted and exudes an inexplicable sense of eeriness.

This was once the origin of magic cultivation, but people abandoned their ancestral land and preferred to live a backward life outside, self-righteously maintaining the inferiority of women and the superiority of men. The longer the family is, the higher the status of women. Humans have broken the rules of their ancestors and even the rules of the gods. In order to fight against the gods, they are willing to...

The swordsman didn't know how long she had lived, she only knew that she should leave some fire for the world. However, leaving fire was easy, but preserving it was difficult, and every attempt would end in failure - the environment would eat people and leave no bones.

She could feel that the young man on the hospital bed was like a burning flame, pure white, yet not blinding.

However, she was also very clear that this person was an alien and was not accepted by the world. She also had to prevent half of his soul from drifting into the starry sky to avoid causing a greater disaster.

The starry sky is the world of the mecha master, and the mortals on the surface should not touch it. The mecha master and the ominous confrontation between the starry sky, no matter how unwilling the people on the surface are, it is best to be content with the status quo, so as not to disrupt the rhythm of the mecha master.

Civilization has been destroyed twice, and the swordsman does not want to witness a third destruction.

If she followed this line of thought, she should have killed the boy on the bed immediately. But for some reason, when she heard the boy's rapid breathing for the first time, a soft spot in her heart suddenly seemed to be stabbed, constantly urging her to lend a helping hand.