Chapter 691 I'm Sorry for My Low Level of Education

"So, so is this really a potion?" Feng Ying stuttered as she looked at the purple-black, viscous and turbid potion in the glass tube in front of her, "This thing looks more like a highly toxic thing?"

The professor didn't bother to pay attention to this guy.

Hayata was concerned about another point, "Professor, this potion is not taken directly, right?"

"Yes, this is an injection potion." The professor nodded and said, "The materials include mad dragon crystals, serum extracted from black dragon blood, dragon slayer fruit juice and other materials. It is not suitable for oral administration. Injection into the blood circulation system is the most effective way.

It can directly act on the mad dragon virus and spores lurking in the infected body, making them inactive."

"Are you sure it's safe?" Gordon looked at this potion from a similar perspective to Feng Ying. He also felt that this thing looked unhygienic.

It's not that I have any stereotyped influence on purple and black, but this thing really looks too much like the saliva of a monster infected with mad dragon disease. The professor's forehead was throbbing with veins, and Nadia on the side quickly tried to smooth things over, "It's safe, definitely safe. I, Julius, and Senior Will have all been injected with this medicine. After an injection more than a month ago, the symptoms of mad dragon disease have never appeared again, and the physical fitness has returned to normal. If the professor hadn't emphasized that the virus has not been completely eliminated, we would have thought it was completely cured." Gordon nodded, relieved, and watched the professor and the assistant lady inject the medicine into Hayata, Feng Ying, and the villager who was seriously infected and had to be fixed to the bed with a strap. The villager with scarlet eyes, purple skin, and purple and red blood vessels all over his body soon fell asleep, and those terrible external symptoms quickly disappeared. The same was true for Hayata and Feng Ying. Their severely bloodshot eyes gradually returned to normal. The burning sensation in their blood vessels and the manic mood that made them want to bite something also disappeared without a trace.

Feng Ying rubbed her face, found a mirror to look at her eyes, and said in surprise: "It's really healed!"

Hayata, who had been nervous for several days, slowly exhaled and thanked the professor and others seriously.

The professor waved his hand, "Although this medicine has significant efficacy and a long effect, it is only a stopgap measure after all.

The materials such as the Crazy Dragon Crystal and the Black Erosion Dragon's blood are no longer available. If you want more infected people to come out, I have no choice but to use the previous inhibitory medicine.

However, I have some clues about the real solution to the Crazy Dragon Disease."

"What method? Is there anything we can help with?" Gordon asked hurriedly.

Whether it was the Black Dragon Armor or the potion just used, to put it bluntly, they were all temporary. If the problem of the Mad Dragon Disease is not completely solved, people will always feel uneasy.

"Really?" The professor was about to say something when he saw the chief monk rushing over.

After confirming that the injured villagers and Hayata and the others had temporarily recovered, the chief monk's nervousness was relieved a lot.

Although the support from the guild came a little late, it was not perfunctory at least.

The additional combat power of the three upper hunters, plus the backbone of the newly established Mad Dragon Disease Research Institute, came in person, which made him feel more confident.

In order to share intelligence, the chief monk once again invited everyone to his home.

Feng Ying finally seized the opportunity to return Hayata's Black Dragon Armor and exchange it for her original Thunder Wolf Dragon Armor.

"Ah~ It feels good!" After jumping twice and moving her little feet, Feng Ying sighed comfortably.

Gordon pointed to the corner. Feng Ying, knowing that she would only get in the way if she stayed, hummed a tuneless little song and ran to squat at the foot of the wall.

Aiden, the newcomer of Bitou, also squatted here. The two of them had similar positions in their respective hunting groups, and they were both sunny and lively, so they soon started chatting.

On the other side, a more serious discussion was taking place.

"There are mainly two things." The great monk got straight to the point. "One is the information that was deciphered in the temple before, which needs to be shared with everyone in the Bitou hunting group.

The second is about the letter that the head of the brigade just sent.

He made some special discoveries, and these discoveries also answered the biggest doubts in my heart."

"Hmm." Gordon responded.

The great monk had just shared the information deciphered in the temple with them a few days ago, and now it was Julius and the others' turn to listen to the "chanting".

The chief monk first recounted the legend of the dragon of light and darkness from the beginning, and then recited the ancient poem engraved on the seal stone tablet of the temple, which was complained by Ansir as "long and stinky".

"If darkness awakens in the eyes, light is born there.

If the earth grows new buds, it will also breed darkness.

It turns into light to illuminate everything. Countless shadows descend on the earth.

When the light returns, new darkness will be born.

(No more water)

The only things that coexist in life are souls and memories."

After the chief monk recited the entire long poem meticulously, the scene fell into silence.

"." Julius lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Don't think about it."

Gordon laughed and said to Julius, "Who isn't confused? To sum it up in one sentence - there are white and black, reincarnation, white will give birth to many dark things.

The rest is just a bunch of nonsense."

Julius looked up and glanced at Gordon, "What I'm thinking is that the original text should not be the current common language. The punctuation and rhythm are more like the ancient dragon language. After being forcibly translated into the common language, it seems a bit awkward."

The "assistant" lady at the Dragon Disease Research Institute smiled and said: "It is a narrative poem in the ancient dragon language, yes. It was originally a very beautiful poem, but it lost its charm after translation.

Mr. Monk Zheng, if possible, could you please describe the original text in the ancient dragon language? "

"sure."

The great monk smiled and started chanting that Gordon and others could not understand at all.

Gordon: "."

My cultural level is low and I can’t understand the ancient dragon language. I’m really sorry!

"I see."

After the monk finished reciting it, Julius nodded slightly, "The meaning of the original text will indeed be clearer."

"So what does the original text mean?" Gordon asked curiously.

Julius sorted out the words, and finally sighed helplessly, "If you refine the key points, it means almost the same as what you summarized before."

"." Gordon choked and said helplessly: "So let's break away from literary appreciation first.

Mr. Dashengzheng, you said before that the leader's discovery answered your doubts. What was the discovery and what doubts did it answer? "

The monk was taking out the letter sent by the brigade leader with a peregrine falcon from his arms, "The old gentleman said that the pure black dragon you once hunted, well, that is, the body of the black eclipse dragon disappeared, leaving only A 'shattered body'."

"Remnant?" Hayata confirmed doubtfully: "Not a remnant?"

"Um."

"It means that the Black Eclipse Dragon didn't actually die, but shed its skin and left?!" Gordon said in surprise.

"Impossible!" Hayata shook his head and said, "I pierced its heart and even stripped a lot of materials to make this set of armor. There is no way it is still alive."

"It did die, but it also completed its 'reincarnation' and ushered in its 'rebirth'."

The monk was slowly saying: "Perhaps the line in the poem 'The darkness will eventually disappear from the earth, waiting to be bathed in the breath of new life' can be interpreted this way.

Death sheds its black shell, and pure white life is born from the dark corpse.

The pure white dragon returned to its original homeland and descended to Sky Mountain in the form of 'Tian Yu'. "