The Plague God's Record: A Fateful Romance in Hunan and Hubei

In January 2020, the gray haze over Wuhan was no water vapor. It was the remnant soul of an ancient “Plague God.”

The infected weren’t suffering from ordinary pneumonia. They had “Divine Madness”: they muttered in an ancient tongue, their pupils turned slit-shaped, and gray haze consumed their minds. Mo Fenggang, an acupuncturist from Wawu Mountain in Shaoyang, had his right eye scorched by the haze when he was seven, gaining a “healer’s eye” in its place. He could see what was real: every tentacle of gray haze, every soul on the verge of breaking.

He met Xiong Dapang, a delivery van driver; Wang Hongmei, a retired soldier; Qin Sanzhen, a pharmacy clerk; Xia Yongkang, a chef; and Ye Xiaozhou, a photographer. Together, the six formed the “Xiang-E Silent Night Watch Squad.” By day, they were volunteers; by night, they stood guard.

When doctors could no longer save the patients, when those afflicted with Level Five Divine Madness tore through their protective suits, silver needles became the last blade.

“If the plague night descends, I shall stand before the ward, silver needles to fend off calamity, my blood staining my white coat.”

“Within the borders of Daxia, plague demons shall not pass.”

Xiong Dapang completed his 1,000th delivery, but on his 1,001st run, he drove straight into the heart of the gray haze on the Yangtze River Bridge. As the van went up in flames, Mo Fenggang finally understood: a mortal’s body really could stand shoulder to shoulder with the gods.

Three years later, “Mo’s Therapy Retreat” opened deep in the oil tea groves of Wawu Mountain. On the door of Room 213 was engraved:

“A refuge for every broken light.”

[Mr. Wawu: Real-Life Pandemic Response × Eastern God-Slaying Epic, 1,000 Chapters]