Zhong Mu frowned thoughtfully, "But according to the high priests of other cities, every city has a high priest, so this city must also have a high priest. However, it is true that there is no information about a high priest so far..."
"We can only find out where the high priest of this city is. We need to go to the main city to find out."
In any case, Zhong Mu knew that by dealing with the high priest, he would basically solve all the problems of the city.
But this city was exceptionally strange; he hadn't heard anything about gods in it, and it seemed as if neither gods nor high priests existed.
"By the way, Doctor, where's your bow tie communicator?" Zhong Mu moved closer to Mu He and, looking at his entire body, realized that the communicator was obviously not on him.
"I lost my communicator…" Mu He raised his hand and touched the empty sleeve on his other side. "On my first day here, a lot of people surrounded me and begged for my limbs. I don't know where I lost it when I was pushed around by the crowd. I've been looking for it ever since. After I lost both my legs, I kept looking for it, but I couldn't find it."
He still looked a little sad. The two of them had been communicating through a communicator, which was the first thing Zhong Mu had given him, and it was lost without him noticing.
"It's okay, the communicator is gone, but I'm here now anyway." Zhong Mu nodded, finally understanding how the doctor got those scrapes and abrasions on his palms—it was from looking for the communicator.
While being watched closely by others, he was still crawling around in the City of Destiny looking for a communicator. Just imagining that scene makes one feel sorry for him.
"Once my legs are healed, maybe I can go look again." Mu He looked down and touched her stitched legs. "Let's sit and rest for a while, and then I'll be able to go with you."
The strange self-healing ability is fast to begin with, but staying in this place makes the limbs heal exceptionally quickly.
Judging from the fact that the skin and flesh have already grown back shortly after the stitches were put on, it's clear that the legs will be able to walk freely very soon.
"So fast?" Zhong Mu was somewhat shocked. After all, he had only been stitched up for a short time. With his strange physique and the inherent effects of the environment, the healing speed seemed absurd to a normal person.
"Take a look?" Mu He rolled up his trouser leg, revealing the two stitches. The skin on the surface had basically healed, leaving only the traces of the stitches.
Zhong Mu was at a loss. "Then... should I have the doctor remove the stitches now?"
He had just finished the long and grueling process of getting stitches, and now he has to have them removed again.
"No need." Mu He shook her head lightly, touching the stitches on her leg. "Let this stitch stay here as a reminder that I kept my promise to you."
Although the wound healed quickly, the bone was not yet strong enough for Muhe to walk, so he could only sit there and wait.
Looking at the stitches on her legs, Zhong Mu sighed softly, "If the doctor doesn't mind, then let's leave them. I hope the doctor won't have to go through this kind of pain again."
He lowered his head and kissed the stitches, trying again to soothe the pain in the doctor's leg. "Does the doctor's leg still hurt?"
His warm breath fell on the wound, and Mu He's body visibly trembled. He shook his head and said, "It doesn't hurt anymore."
"That's good." Zhong Mu straightened up with relief, staring at the doctor again and again. Unconsciously, he had become very calm in the face of the doctor's broken body, and was able to accept the doctor's incomplete body.
Mu He quietly stroked the wound on her leg, the spot where Zhong Mu had kissed her, her fingertips still warm from the lingering touch.
Even monsters that have lost human warmth still crave human body heat. No matter how much time has passed or how long they have mutated, touching that warmth again makes it seem as if their long-mutated and cold bodies are gradually warming up.
Mu He reached out and hooked her finger around Zhong Mu's, whispering, "I want to wash the blood off my hair."
Zhong Mu's face immediately lit up with a smile, "Great!"
He stood up abruptly, axe in hand, and shouted, "The doctor will wait for me here!"
The fact that the doctor was willing to let him wash meant that he was willing to accept him!
All intimate relationships begin with letting down one's guard. When the doctor let down his guard, that was the beginning for them.
He not only had to wash the blood off the doctor's hair, but also clean his body and change him into a clean set of clothes. He couldn't let the doctor sit in this dirty alley full of bloodstains. Such a handsome and kind person as the doctor should be treated with respect.
Zhong Mu, carrying an axe, strode out to rob someone, stealing a set of clothes, some bandages, water, and clean cloth.
He fled at lightning speed with his belongings, under the resentful gazes of a group of residents.
He didn't have the local currency, and he didn't want to trade physically, so he had no choice but to become a villain and rob people.
Avoiding anyone who might notice him, Zhong Mu cautiously darted back to Mu He, holding up his spoils of war, "Doctor! I'm back!"
"Mmm." Mu He nodded gently, and her mood improved as she listened to the energetic and cheerful voice.
But after putting everything down and getting everything ready, Zhong Mu suddenly got stuck when facing Mu He.
He was bursting with excitement, thinking about how to clean the doctor up, but when he actually squatted down in front of the doctor, he stopped in his tracks.
"Doctor, could you... take off your clothes yourself?" Zhong Mu held the wet towel and rubbed it back and forth, at a loss.
Mu He smiled helplessly, "I only have one hand left, I can't take it off."
"Then...then let me do it..." Zhong Mu put down the towel, his hands trembling, and carefully reached for Mu He's collar.
As he unbuttoned the buttons, his mind went blank, with only one sentence echoing in his mind.
Isn't it a bit too fast? Isn't it too fast?!
Just a second ago, he was thinking that washing away the bloodstains on the doctor would make him clean, completely forgetting that he needed to take off his clothes first to wipe the body.
Wiping your body directly with your hands is a completely different experience from having to reach out and take off your clothes.
Zhong Mu's eyes darted around, not daring to look at Mu He for even a second, for fear that if he glanced at her too long, he would be drawn into that atmosphere and his clean and pure mind would become tainted.
Once the long, gray-blue robe was removed, a white garment was revealed underneath.
With righteous recitation echoing in his mind, Zhong Mu took off both pieces of clothing, folded them aside, and then picked up a towel to wipe the blood off Mu He's body.
But when his gaze fell on him, Zhong Mu froze, his hand holding the towel still.
Mu He has a healed scar on his chest. Even though it has long since healed, the mark still looks extremely gruesome, as if it was a severe injury that once tore flesh apart, a shocking sight.