Zhuo Ye took Ara Taki Ito into a small house closest to them.

As soon as he stepped into the room, a musty and pungent herbal smell penetrated into the nostrils of Araki Ito and Erren.

Aratake Ichito frowned and fanned the air in front of his nose, as if trying to blow away the pungent smell.

"Wow, what a smell! Are you sure he's still alive?"

Zhuo also shook his head. "You'll get used to it. This man's name is You Mengui, a friend of mine. He has been lying in bed since he got seriously ill two years ago."

Arata Ichito was astonished. "Two years? He was seriously ill and bedridden for two years. His physical fitness is really unparalleled."

Zhuo Ye sighed, "Well, that's true, he is indeed the strongest among us."

The two walked into the bedroom while talking.

When Arata Ichito saw the figure lying on the bed, he could no longer hold back his shock.

"Fuck!"

In Ichito Aratake's eyes, could the figure lying on the bed still be considered a human being?

He was skin and bones, with protruding cheekbones and tightly closed eyes. His breath was as weak as a candle in the wind, and his hair was as pale as a man in his seventies or eighties.

Even Aratake Ichito could clearly see the blue veins, blood vessels and bones in his hands, which looked like dry old branches.

If he hadn't seen his chest rising and falling slightly, Arawaki Ichito would have thought he was dead.

Could this still be a human being?

Isn't this more like a skeleton covered in skin?

This thought just popped up in Arotaki Ichito's mind, but perhaps due to emotions such as sympathy and embarrassment, he put the thought out of his mind.

The loud shout from Ara Taki Ichito just now woke up You Mengui. He lay on the bed, coughing non-stop, and asked in a weak and hoarse voice,

"Ahem...who...who?"

Zhuo Ye walked up excitedly, "Agui, it's me, I'm Zhuo Ye, I found a way to save you."

"Cough cough cough... Save me? Cough cough cough cough!"

When Youmen Gui heard Zhuo Ye say that he could save him, he was about to ask, but was interrupted by a violent cough.

Zhuo Ye hurriedly comforted him, "Agui, just lie down and don't worry. Listen to me. I found a man named Aragaki Ichito, who is standing behind me now. He can cure your illness."

"Zhuo Ye."

Arata Ichito took a step forward and pointed at Pylori Gui on the bed with a troubled look on his face.

"I must remind you that although I said I can cure your illness, it is limited to eliminating the cause. In the final analysis, I can cure you thanks to one of my abilities."

"But I know nothing about medicine, so I can't come up with any prescription or magic method to completely restore him. I can only stop him from suffering from the disease, but I can't make him healthy. In other words, he can't escape the pain brought to him by this body."

Hearing this, Zhuo Ye was about to speak, but You Mengui took the lead.

"Ahem... Zhuo Ye, it's okay. I've been... ahem... tortured by this disease for two years... I've long been prepared to step into the coffin with this disease... ahem... "

"Now... I am already satisfied that someone can cure my illness... Ahem, besides... even if there is such a prescription... how can we raise the money?"

"Even if I can... and I can gather a few... there are many people like me..."

Youmen Gui turned his head, and a glimmer of light seemed to flash across his empty eyes. "So... please... I don't want to live with this disease even if I die... cough cough... "

"It's not that troublesome. There's no need to thank me. It's just that the power of worshipping the gods in your body is helpful to me, so I came here."

Arata Ichito squatted down and held Pylori's right hand, "I will take your disease to make me stronger, and you will no longer be tormented by the disease. You and I will take what we need from each other, that's all."

A smile suddenly appeared on You Mengui's haggard face. "Ah, please allow me to thank you. At least it will make me feel better."

Arata Ichito did not answer. He felt very uncomfortable holding Youmenggui's hand.

The temperature of his palms was as cold as ice chips in the snow, incredibly cold.

The feeling of shaking hands was also very strange, which was normal, because Youmengui's current state was only a layer of skin connected to his bones, so he could feel the joints, veins, and blood vessels of his palm, which made Arawaki Ichito feel like he was shaking hands with a skeleton covered with a thin film.

It felt both strange and... spooky.

At the same time, the handshake lasted an awful lot longer.

Before, any time he touched a child, it would never last more than four seconds, basically just one or two seconds.

But Helicobacter Gui held it for almost two minutes!

Zhuo Ye said that He Mengui was the strongest among their bodies, and now Ara Taki Ichito believed it without a doubt.

Nonsense! If my body wasn't strong, I would have been killed by this level of divine power!

The mark on the back of Aratake Ichito's right hand shone brighter and brighter, and Youmengui's pale face also turned rosy.

At the third minute, Aratake Ichito finally let go of his hand. He looked at Youmen Gui and asked,

"Okay, how do you feel?"

Youmen Gui opened his eyes and tried to straighten his upper body. Zhuo Ye hurried over to support him. He said in surprise,

"Agui! How are you? Do you feel more relaxed?"

You Mengui smiled and said, "Indeed, I can feel that something in my body seems to have disappeared, and the pain I have been feeling is gone."

Zhuo Ye was excited and delighted, "Great! This way, all the tribesmen will be saved."

Youmen Gui turned around and prepared to thank Ara Taki Ichito for his kindness, but he saw that he had no expression on his face, covered his ears with his hands, and had retreated to the door. He couldn't help but be surprised.

"Uh, benefactor, what are you doing?"

Arata Ichito said, "Do you want to thank me?"

You Mengui nodded, "Yes."

Arata Ichito also nodded, "Okay, then it's your chance to thank me, but you won't thank me if you don't say anything like that."

"Ah? Why?" You Mengui was puzzled.

Arata Ichito covered his face helplessly, "To be honest, I'm a little tired of seeing the way of expressing gratitude, either bowing or kneeling."

You Mengui said, "Actually, if I could get out of bed, I would really do that."

"Look!" Arata Ichito spread his hands, "There are only two ways back and forth. Bowing is fine, but you kneeling makes me look like an ancient slave owner... Well, to be honest, I really want to be one."

“But that’s not the point!”

Aratake Ichito suddenly raised his voice and said solemnly to Youmen Gui and Zhuo Ye,

"The important thing is...I am obsessed with looks..."

"Ah?" Youmen Gui and Zhuo were also confused.

Arata Ichito continued, "If the person who thanked me was a beautiful woman or a doll, I would be in a good mood, but what would you do if it was a big man?"

"Just change the key, are you still going to collapse?"

"People like you shouldn't all be..."

At this time, Arata Ichito put his fists in front of his chest and said in a deep voice, "Thank you very much for saving my life. I will never forget it. If you have any trouble in the future, can you come to me somewhere?"

"What are you doing here, being so polite and refined?"

You Mengui pointed at himself helplessly and said, "My benefactor, I would like to do as you said, but look at my body. It would be too uncomfortable for the hillbillies to eat me."

Arata Ichito agreed, "That's true."

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