Too Fast

Ling Feiran slowly walked toward Pashan. Blood streamed from his nose and mouth, and his chest was a mangled mess of flesh. His injuries were clearly severe.

Everything had happened too suddenly just now, and Ye Zheng had shown no restraint when she struck.

Seemingly sensing Ling Feiran's approach, Pashan's will to survive drove him to prop himself up on his elbows and painfully inch his body toward her.

Ling Feiran had already saved Pashan many times.

Although she possessed both Divine Healer and Saintess, two high-level healing Cards, the repeated treatments along the way had drained far too much of her energy.

Now, disappointment filled her face as she looked at Pashan at her feet. This time, she did not want to heal him.

With her eyes lowered, Ling Feiran quietly explained to Feng Ling, "The Card you gave me, Saintess, can convert people I've healed into believers. His mother and younger siblings have all become my believers. Only him... I've saved him so many times, but the conversion failed every time. I don't know if it's because he has a high-level Card inside him."

Ling Feiran silently sighed, then looked up at Feng Ling. "I only thought he was pitiful, unable to be with his family. But if I can never convert him, then I can only... kill him."

Pashan's situation was somewhat unusual. He had been born in war-torn Mogu, scraping out a living in the streets and never receiving a proper education. He had no concept of morality or the rule of law.

Later, his entire family became Infected and fled to the Quarantine Zone. Under Bard's guidance, Pashan absorbed a nurse's Card, bringing his symptoms under control. From then on, a belief took root in his mind: if he wanted to survive, he had to