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.
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.”