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This sacred scene attracted everyone's attention.

Including the old Prime Minister who was trying to imitate the sages just now is no exception.

The hymns died down.

Luo's face was still sacred, but the minister in front of him withdrew from that special sacred state.

"what!?"

The minister was stunned for a moment, and all the original physical discomforts subsided.

It seems...it really works!

"How's it going?"

"Are you cured?"

"It's definitely useless. How can this kind of magic tricks cure diseases?"

"I feel the same."

The ministers discussed in a flurry, but Luo looked at the minister with a smile on his face. From his professional point of view, this man's disease had been completely eliminated.

Hastauruk really didn't lie.

There was a hint of fanaticism in the minister's eyes. He swallowed and suddenly shouted: "My illness is cured! Everything is cured! No more fever! No more coughing! I even feel like I am 20 years old again." !”

It actually... turned out to be really good! ?

The ministers were stunned.

"Tch, I don't believe it! Could it be that you took this man's money to act as a trustee for him, right?" The old prime minister was still stubborn, staring angrily at the bouncing minister.

Although he still insisted on his opinion, other ministers were shaken. The minister just now almost coughed out his lungs.

Can this still be used as a trust?

And looking at the way he is jumping up and down now, he doesn't want it to be fake at all. If he really can't do it, he will let Dr. Luo treat him once.

Anyway, nothing dangerous seems to happen during the entire treatment process.

"Doctor Luo, can you treat us too?"

"Of course, Your Majesty and I are here just to treat you."

"You..." The old prime minister felt as if he had been betrayed, and he groaned and vomited another mouthful of blood.

But now no one wanted to pay attention to him. Everyone stepped forward in unison and followed the example of the previous minister and listened devoutly to the chants from Luo's mouth.

A stronger sacred aura than before continued to wash over the entire hall.

"Praise be to the great Hastauruk!"

Disease eradicated!

The ministers were also full of enthusiasm and bowed down sincerely and devoutly.

"Old Prime Minister, it's really useful. Go and ask Master Luo to treat it for you."

"Yes, at your age, this kind of disease is too much to bear."

"And Master Luo's method can also restore your energy to the age of 20!"

"Yes, yes, I feel refreshed now. I really feel like I was 20 years old."

"No! I won't go! Even if I die from illness today, I won't beg him!"

After saying this, the old prime minister tossed his sleeves and walked away. Seeing that the old prime minister was becoming stubborn again, everyone sighed: "Oh, why bother?"

The old prime minister's refusal to accept alone cannot hinder Luo's next plan.

He assigned the guards to the ministers and asked them to lead the team to gather the citizens scattered in every corner of the country, while Luo himself came to the central square of Freifans.

He wanted to completely purify the city here, although Hastauruk had told him when he released the dengue virus that once the virus was released, it would always exist in the world.

He can only save people, but he can never completely eradicate this virus from the world.

But Hastauruk also said that anyone who believes in him will be protected by him and will not be troubled by various illnesses in the future.

This can be regarded as the only benefit of being a believer of the God of Plague.

After several hours of waiting, all the citizens gathered in the central square.

Luo stood on a temporary high platform, looking down at the many citizens, and the sacred hymn echoed in the square for a long time.

At this moment they are no longer ordinary residents.

They became followers of the great Hastauruk.

"Little guy, you did a good job. Next, it's time for us to change places."

After becoming an apostle, Luo realized that he had invested his entire life in it. From now on, everything he did in life was to travel around for God.

Luo's heart was full of grievances and unwillingness, and his life was over before it even began.

He wanted to find an outlet to vent, but after thinking about it, the culprit of all this seemed to be Wilson, but he was somewhat unwilling to admit it.

So blame it on Hastauruk?

It doesn't seem right either.

The people dispersed and Luo left quietly.

The ministers looked around for traces of Luo. When they saw a sneaky man with a hood on his head, they thought Luo was deliberately pretending to be unwilling to meet them, so they hurriedly stopped him.

"Hey, old Prime Minister, why are you here?"

"I...I...I was worried about something happening here, so I came here to take a look."

"Oh, so that's it." The ministers were stunned, and then asked: "Hey, why are your illnesses cured?"

"I...I'm in good health! I made it through!"

"Then why did you run so fast just now? You feel like a 20-year-old young man."

"I……"

While the ministers were teasing the old prime minister, Luo had already boarded the merchant ship leaving Freifans.

Luo stood at the stern of the boat, staring blankly at Freifans, who was gradually getting smaller. He remembered it endlessly in his heart. There was both laughter and pain here, and it was a place he could never let go of.

"Little guy, don't think so much. If you do a good job for me, maybe I can help you resurrect your parents in the future."

"really?"

Luo was startled, and then quickly suppressed the ecstasy on his face, fearing that he had heard wrongly, and anxiously waited for Hastauruk's answer.

"Of course, if you think about it, you can use microorganisms to form Wilson now. All that is missing is his true consciousness. But when my faith is enough, maybe I can get your parents' consciousness back for you."

Right!

For him now, his body can be reorganized at any time using microorganisms. The only thing missing is the soul of his parents. If he leaves it to Hastauruk, he will definitely find a way.

After going through so much, Luo has become convinced of Hastauruk's words. He has never considered the problem that the body reorganized using microorganisms must not be the original body of his parents.

So is Hastauruk's rediscovered consciousness really the original consciousness of his parents?

Not even Lynch himself is convinced of this.

But at least now Luo's heart is full of hope, and at the same time he has a greater sense of belonging to this "God of Plague" that he is extremely resistant to.