Chapter 711: Continue the Fire, Share the Infection

After taking a bite, the first thing you smell is the strong smell of various spices, which is so strong that it chokes your nose. Li Changxiao frowned, but then relaxed his brows and took a second bite. The taste of this seven-legged fragrant chicken is really average. The meat is fishy and the ingredients are too heavy, but after chewing, a sweet fragrance arises in the mouth. It is this fragrance that makes the sick soldiers linger and love this dish.

It is like the feeling of being refreshed after recovering from a serious illness. Ordinary people will definitely find it difficult to endure the fishy and salty smell of the first few bites, and then eat it in their mouths and immediately spit it out. However, the sick soldiers, who are dying and dying, are suffering from serious illnesses. Isn’t it the change between fishy and sweet? Therefore, everyone loves to eat the seven-spice precious chicken for a reason that ordinary people can hardly understand.

The temple fair is coming to an end. Wait until everyone has eaten to their heart's content. The host of the temple fair ordered someone to bring a cup of water. He told everyone that this cup of water contained a rare disease that no one had ever taken before, but who dared to be infected with it together with him.

Some of the patients hesitated, some retreated, and the noisy scene became quiet in an instant. Even the host of the temple fair was hesitant.

He and others have been walking on the road of disease for decades, and it is still unknown whether they have gained anything, but they have lost too much, and every one of them is remembered in their minds and engraved in their hearts, and they are chanted from time to time.

Looking around, I saw many patients in front of the temple, tortured by the virus, some died early, some struggled to support themselves. Some are no longer human.

Tumors on the body and sores on the skin are actually the smallest side effects, not worth mentioning. The pain and torture day and night, the hopeless future, and the distorted appearance are the most mental torture.

If he drinks this sip of the disease again, what will he look like? Who can know, who can guess. The hesitation and anxiety of the crowd were all in this silence.

The host of the temple fair sighed in his heart when no one answered for a long time. He didn't even have the courage to accept it. He held this temple fair only to find people to encourage each other. Seeing this scene, he also retreated.

At this moment, another gust of wind blew, blowing out the gathering bonfire, blowing people to the ground, and half of the water in the cup that was infected with strange diseases was blown to the ground.

The temple fair fell into darkness.

No one lit the fire for a while, no one spoke, and after a few hours of silence, there was a faint sound of footsteps. It was walking out. This temple fair has been prepared for a long time, and it has gathered hundreds of miles of sick people. The host of the temple fair sighed in his heart, knowing that someone left in the dark. His face turned pale and asked: "Is there anyone willing to light the fire?"

He asked "Is there anyone willing to light the fire?" three times in a row, but no one answered, only the footsteps of leaving were heard one after another.

In the darkness, some people struggled, and some hesitated. The host of the temple fair asked again: "Is there anyone willing to light the fire?" This question actually contained some pleading.

Sick soldiers live for death, so most of them are destined to die, and a few live. No one does not cherish their own lives, and there are always people who retreat in the middle. What supports everyone to come to this point, in addition to strong willpower and the courage to live for death, is to get together often, hold temple fairs, gather people's hearts, fight difficulties together, and comfort each other.

If the bonfire is not lit at this temple fair, and the meeting is dispersed in the dimness, the hearts of the people in the temple fair will be dispersed in the future, and there will be gaps in each other's hearts, and everyone's journey as sick soldiers will be considered to have come to an end.

If they are no longer "sick soldiers", what identity should everyone regard themselves as? Ordinary people? Monsters? Monsters? ... Everyone's heart is hanging. There is great fear, great uneasiness, and even great confusion in their hearts, but they just don't know what to do or how to do it.

It seemed that everything could be solved by lighting a fire, but it was so difficult, as difficult as climbing to the sky.

They looked at the bonfire, hoping that it would light up by itself, but they couldn't light it themselves, and they didn't dare to light it.

They just hoped that the wind would be stronger, and stronger, so that the flames would light up by themselves. But at this time, black rain fell from the sky, soaking the dry firewood of the bonfire. The last flame was also completely killed.

Everyone was dead in their hearts, and they couldn't see each other's expressions, but they thought it was very ugly. At this time, a voice came: "I will add fire." As soon as the voice fell, a man came forward, took out a fire starter from his arms, and tried to light the wet dry firewood again.

Li Changxiao took out the dry firewood, lit it with fire, and then carefully set up the firewood to provide a better environment for the small flame, maintain air circulation, and neither suppress the flame nor let the rain extinguish it.

Everyone stared at the flames, and saw that the flames were so pitiful, destroyed by the wind, bullied by the rain, and about to go out but not extinguished. They also thought of their own lives, which were also pitiful, plagued by diseases, and about to die but not dead.

The person who presided over the temple fair saw that the rain was getting heavier, and suddenly stepped forward and stretched out his hands to protect the flames and block the wind and rain. The flames burned more vigorously, but the rain was also heavier. Two hands could not cover it, and the flames began to flutter again.

Another person stepped forward and stretched out his hands to block it. The flames were bigger, and more and more hands were used to block it, but the torrential rain was unwilling to let them go. Seeing that the flames were getting stronger, it was going to rain harder.

The person who presided over the temple fair cursed angrily: "You fucking bastard." Jiang Sheng stood up and used his body to block the rain and protect the bonfire. Seeing this, everyone felt a nameless anger in their hearts. They had been fighting against strange diseases for many years, so why should everything be determined by heaven?

So they all lay down to protect the bonfire. The bonfire was burning more and more vigorously, no longer afraid of the wind and rain. The flames were getting brighter and brighter, illuminating the front of the temple.

The host of the temple fair said, "Hurry up and add firewood." Everyone brought firewood and added it to the fire. The fire was burning higher and higher, and it was already a big fire. There was no need to block the wind or the rain. No matter how fierce the black rain was, it would not be easily extinguished.

They added more firewood, and the flames were higher, as high as a person, and the fire was burning vigorously.

In the heavy rain, the bonfire was burning continuously. The host of the temple fair came to the stage and held up the clear water with strange diseases in his hand. He let his whole body get wet, but he didn't care. He just said loudly: "This cup of water contains a fatal strange disease. If we drink a sip, we will die on the spot or suffer for the rest of our lives."

After a pause, he asked: "Everyone, do you dare to be infected with it together?"

After a long silence, all the patients said in unison: "Let's be infected together!"

Immediately, the host of the temple fair took a big sip, and then passed the water down. One person took a sip, until the water with strange diseases was finished.

Some people died on the spot after drinking the water, while others were fine. This temple fair made the patients more determined to seek fire.

Li Changxiao looked back at the temple fair, saw the bright fire, smiled knowingly, and left gently again.

Afterwards, someone asked who was the person who lit the fire that day, but no one could answer.