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Chapter 542 - 311: Can't Sweep Clean_1
Chapter 542 - 311: Can't Sweep Clean_1
Chapter 542: Chapter 311: Can’t Sweep Clean_1
Urala Mountain Pass is the border of the Wusu Kingdom and Kingdom of Luosha. It has now become a refugee camp, with as many as thirty thousand refugees crammed into this area, waiting for rescue.
The night temperature in the mountains is very low, and the wind at the mountain pass is even more intense. Every morning, some refugees become stiff from the cold and are taken to the back for help.
But speaking of help, all the refugees know what is the fate of those taken away. Most likely, they are dumped into a ditch and feed the wolves. But everyone doesn’t have the heart to pity them, because they might be the next to be taken away.
This morning, several more frozen bodies were lifted from the camp, two of which were tightly together. The bigger one is a sixteen-seven-year-old boy, holding a ten-year-old girl in his arms. Probably, they were siblings.
The scavenger lifting the bodies sighed, “Poor kids. The boy gave all the clothing to his sister. If only there was a fire. We need to bring back more firewood later.”
The younger scavenger in the carriage also sighed, “But what’s the use of bringing back more wood? These kids can’t compete with the adults in the camp. In the end, women and children are the ones who suffer.
“We can only do what we can. What else can we do? Bring as much wood as you can. Maybe a little more will make a difference,” the older scavenger sighed.
As scavengers, besides sweeping the streets, their most common job is body collecting. They should have lost their empathy long ago.
But since the influx of refugees, in just one month, they have cleared hundreds of bodies. These tragedies mostly happen to women and children. Even if you are heartless, you would feel sorry for them.
The young scavenger kicked the gravel on the ground bitterly, angrily questioning, “Why don’t they just let them all in rather than blocking them at the mountain pass here? Why not take them somewhere more sheltered?”
An older scavenger smacked him on the head, “Are you crazy? Do you know how many Wusu spies are hiding in there? Plus, if they all come in, it would be impossible to block the city. Do you want your family to become refugees like them?”
The young scavenger rubbed his head, sulkily replying, “Isn’t that a bit exaggerated? Weren’t Wusu always on relatively good terms with us?”
“Damn, these refugees were driven here by them. What a joke! Don’t spout such nonsense again, or I’ll report you,” the older scavenger cursed.
When their vehicle came to a forest, a group of young and strong men and women in white robes swiftly approached. They carefully transferred the bodies from the carriage to the stretcher, and politely told both scavengers, “We’ll take it from here.”
Then they added seriously, “When you transfer the bodies, please be gentle. When the bodies are damaged, it becomes much more difficult for us to save them.”
The young scavenger was just about to rebut, but the older scavenger stepped in front of him and quickly promised, “Yes, yes, sir. We will be careful.”
They turned back, and once they couldn’t see the men and women in white robes, the young scavenger complained, “Save them? They’re long gone! They don’t even have the decency to blush at their lies.”
The older scavenger shook his head, as if irritated by the naivety of the younger one. “Who told you a stiff body can’t be saved? Have you ever seen a body talking to you with maggots dropping from his face? You haven’t seen everything in this world. Don’t be nosy. Curiosity killed the cat.”
However, the older scavenger, who thought he knew it all, was wrong. Those ‘stiff bodies’ were moved into a cave by the men and women in white robes. They were placed on clean beds and then came forward one by one, chanting, “Lord Ange, please give me strength! Purify!”
A holy light shined from their hands.
The light passed over the bodies of the siblings, and their originally bluish skin gradually returned to normal.
After casting two lights, the first person in a white robe was a bit tired. He stepped aside for the second one to continue, until both siblings were fully recharged.
Then, another person in a white robe came forward and forcefully pressed his hand on the boy’s heart, her hand went so deep that his chest caved in. Then he yelled, “Lord Ange, please give me strength! Rebirth!”
Under the power of Rebirth, his chest swelled, and his heart contracted sharply, then started beating again.
With the steady circulation of blood, the boy’s face regained its color, peaceful breathing returned, and soon his eyes fluttered open.
Since his death hadn’t passed 24 hours, or maybe even an hour, his soul and memory weren’t damaged.
Upon opening his eyes, the boy saw the people in white robes using holy light to heal his sister. Soon, his young sister’s heartbeat and breath were also restored.
Observing the white robes and the holy light, the boy was reminded of a myth, and asked, “Are you… Are you angels from the Order of Light coming to save us?”
One of the elderly people in white robes turned back, and gently smiled at him, “Haha, yes, but we’re not angels. We’re just priests. Remember, we serve Lord Ange.”