Samuel couldn't understand what happened to this village in just ten days.

A little boy who was wailing behind the corpse saw Samuel in the darkness. As if he was grabbing a life-saving straw, he excitedly pointed at the angel and shouted, "Brother Angel is here! Brother Angel is back to save us!"

"

Only then did the numb villagers notice the soft light source in the darkness. However, they did not crowd around with joy like before. They just raised their eyelids as if they had not seen it, and continued to mechanically carry one body after another.

Stinky corpse.

Seeing this scene that was like a hell on earth, Samuel felt his heart suffocate and even his breathing became heavy.

He walked towards the little boy who originally screamed. Samuel had an impression of this little boy with tiger teeth. The little guy always followed Alec's butt, like a clingy and obedient puppy.

"Where's Alec?" Samuel squatted down and touched the little boy's dirty hair, "Why didn't you see him?"

When the little boy heard the name, his mouth flattened, and big tears rolled out of his eyes instantly, "Alec...Alec is dead!"

...dead?

Samuel was startled. The huge shock made him feel as absurd as in a dream.

"How could this happen?" He pressed the boy's shoulders tightly and confirmed repeatedly, "How could Alec die? I have obviously purified him. Even if he cannot be completely cured, it should not have happened in such a short period of time...

…”

When the little boy thought about the tragic situation when Alec died, his tears became more intense. He cried so hard that he was out of breath, and coughed while crying, as if he wanted to cough out his lungs.

"Brother Angel... not long after you left... the plague in the village got worse...! Dad said it was because the river water was polluted, and everyone drank the water from the river... Everyone will die... wuwuwu...

...Brother Alec...Grandpa Gary...Aunt Martha...everyone is dead..."

He cried desperately. The adults carrying the corpse around him still showed no expression, as if they were used to such crying.

Everyone's tears had dried up, and the dry eye sockets were like two black holes embedded in the thin face.

Samuel suddenly felt nauseous.

Not because of the maggots and the stench, but something deeper.

This thing seemed to be violently stirring in his stomach, exuding an ominous and filthy smell, as if it was about to rush out of his throat, and seemed to be devouring his soul.

He covered his mouth and stood up pale.

"Where is anyone else? Where is anyone else?" His voice was erratic, with a certain eagerness to prove, "...Where is Ilsa?"

The little boy wiped away his tears and sobbed: "Sister Ilsa is somewhere else... Brother Angel, I will take you to find her."

He held Samuel's hand and pulled Samuel deeper into the village while sobbing. Samuel did not resist the children's touch like before. In fact, he didn't notice this time at all.

touch.

He looked at everything in the village in trance, and his stomach was churning crazily again.

These are the humans he loves, the lives he wants to protect. They were once painful but still alive, but now only a shriveled body is left.

What exactly did he save?

The little boy stopped in front of a dark tent. Samuel could feel that the tent was also filled with a strong stench. Although it was completely different from the stench outside, it still made him nauseous.

"Sister Ilsa is in here." The little boy timidly dropped these words, turned around and ran away.

Samuel stood in front of the tent, his heartbeat beating like a drum. He was afraid of seeing the same scene as outside, but he was eager to go in and confirm. Finally, he clenched his white fingers, took a deep breath, and uneasily

The curtain opened.

An even more suffocating feeling of despair and death rushed towards my face than outside the tent.

Several young girls lay flat in the tent with their eyes blank. They were half-clothed and looked numb. Even if someone opened the curtain, they remained indifferent and showed no signs of anger or shame.

If it weren't for the faint rise and fall of his chest, Samuel would have almost thought they were dead.

Samuel's eyes swept over the faces of these girls one by one, but he did not find the person he wanted to see the most. But looking at these dead girls, he couldn't bear to leave. He suppressed the sour feeling in the back of his throat.

I felt like I was standing in front of the curtain, hesitant, not sure whether I should go in or not.

"...Lord Angel?" The sound of a water basin falling suddenly came from behind him. Samuel turned his head and looked over, his dark green eyes instantly lighting up.

Standing not far behind him was a stooped middle-aged woman, and the blond girl standing next to her was Ilsa, whom he longed for.

Great! She's okay...she's still here.

Samuel's hanging heart finally fell.

Ilsa stood expressionless, and when she looked at him, Samuel faintly caught a hint of pity and intolerance in her eyes.

...Why? Why does she look like this?

"Lord Angel, you are finally back!" The middle-aged woman did not care about the water basin on the ground. She took a few steps forward excitedly and almost rushed to Samuel. Her tired eyes were filled with tears.

shed clear tears.

"Lord Angel, please save them! They are still teenagers! If this continues, even if they really get the money, they won't be able to survive!"

Samuel looked at Ilsa blankly.

"What exactly happened here?" He fell into deep confusion.

Ilsa sighed silently. She helped the crying woman sit down in the tent, and then gently pulled down the curtain. Samuel noticed that even with such a loud movement, the girls lying in the tent did not move.

one time.

They are like withered flowers, decaying silently.

"You came back at a bad time." This was the first thing Ilsa said to Samuel after pulling him aside.

Samuel trembled slightly.

"I'm sorry." He lowered his head, the messy hair hanging down from his forehead, covering his eyes, "I should have come back earlier..."

"No, that's not what I meant." Ilsa sighed softly, raising her hand to brush through Samuel's forehead, "It would be better if you were later."

If it were any later, the village would disappear completely, and he wouldn't see the current tragic situation.

Compared to leaving nothing behind, the impact of the current village on angels is really too great.

"...I understand." Samuel thought Ilsa was blaming him. He pursed his lower lip bitterly and looked sideways at the tent not far away.

"Those girls...what's going on?"

Ilsa really didn't want to tell him. But the moment she saw Samuel's eyes, she knew that Samuel must know all this, even if it would make him fall into endless self-blame and pain.

She followed Ilsa's gaze and whispered, "They are using their bodies to earn gold coins."

"...Body?" Samuel's pupils shrank slightly.

"Yes." Ilsa nodded calmly, her voice compassionate and quiet, as if blending into the cool moonlight.

"Not long after you left, the contagiousness of the plague became stronger. The plague spread rapidly, and no one in the village was spared. In order to hire doctors to treat everyone, these girls took the initiative to go out to make money."

"So the way they make money is by selling their bodies...?" Samuel asked in disbelief.

"This is the fastest way they can think of." Ilsa sighed again, "But those dirty men are unwilling to pay their high prices. They have no choice but to make money day and night.

It didn’t take long before everyone got sick.”

"Even so, they couldn't collect fifty gold coins."

After hearing this, Samuel was already a little lost. He trembled his eyelashes and raised his eyes to look at Ilsa, but when he caught her gaze, he quickly lowered his eyelashes.

Ilsa understood that he was afraid, and even more so, he was blaming himself.

He thought that Ilsa must hate him, and he hated himself equally.

"Then...have you ever..." Samuel's voice trembled slightly, so low that it was almost inaudible.

Ilsa shook her head: "I didn't."

"But you are also infected with the disease, right?" Samuel looked at her sadly.

Ilsa paused, then nodded silently.

Although she knew very well that she would not die, she did show symptoms of the disease.

This is also the result of world correction, because "Ilsa" is from this village.

And she couldn't change all this. In other words, she tried at first. When the epidemic began to spread, the first thing Ilsa did was to treat the patients.

However, to her surprise, her magical power was ineffective against these people. No matter how hard she tried, the magical power could not enter the patient's body, and she could only watch these people die.

At that moment, Ilsa really missed the disappearance of her spiritual thoughts. If her divine thoughts were still there, they would definitely be able to explain the reason for the failure of her divine power.

At first, Ilsa thought that because she was a time traveler, her divine power would be ineffective here. But when the girls offered to sell themselves to make money, she found that she still couldn't win them back.

No matter she dissuades those girls with words or locks them in the house, in the end they will still use various methods to sell themselves.

It wasn't until this moment that Ilsa understood.

It's not that her magical power has failed, it's that she can't change everything.

She cannot change the established facts, nor can she save these villagers.

She could only watch these people step by step towards destruction as an outsider.

Just like the supreme god overlooking all living beings.
To be continued...