The palace looks like a skull, only magnified many times. Flying in from the two eye sockets is a huge space, which is almost the same proportion as the brain cavity. A purple gold skeleton with missing right hand is sitting on the throne. .
Who else could it be besides Jiangu Locke? There is only one Zijin Mourning, the strongest undead creature under the king. If there is no king, then Jiangu Locke is the undead king who deserves to be king.
Unfortunately, there can only be one king.
"Why are Locke's bones here? Didn't you say that he died together with the Seraphim? Piero lied." Privately, Negris still used to call Anthony the name of the Black Warrior Emperor.
A closer look revealed that although Locke's skeleton was intact, it was not in a good condition. The surface was full of small holes, as if he had severe osteoporosis.
If it is an ordinary skeleton, a thousand years have passed, and this state is normal. However, this is a body that has been mourned. Even if it is soaked in water every day in a swamp, it cannot be rotten like this. It should be a solid bone. Locke continued to suffer damage from certain forces after his death.
Ange touched the skeleton with his little finger, and when it clicked, a little holy light flashed like a spark.
Sure enough, the power of the Holy Light still remains.
Nigris clicked his tongue and marveled: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk tsk, it is indeed a tough bone Locke. He has withstood the damage of the holy light for more than a thousand years and did not fall apart. His enemies are also powerful. The power of the holy light has remained for a thousand years. I don't know why." It’s not left behind by the six-winged archangel.”
Ange raised the holy light and slowly wiped it on Locke's bones.
"Uh, um..., sir, didn't you say that the Holy Light hurts you? You still use the Holy Light to wipe it?" Luther didn't quite understand the difference between the Holy Light and the Holy Light.
"Ange's Holy Light is different from the ones on Locke, and the thoughts of Yun Nian are different, but their power attributes are the same, and they can be diluted and neutralized. For example, if you are stung by someone, then use water to remove it. If you drink it, you won't feel sick anymore," Nigris explained.
Luther's face wrinkled: "I think your metaphor is disgusting."
Holy light can neutralize holy light. After Ange wiped it, there was almost no trace of holy light left on Locke, and there was no sizzling sound to the touch.
Ange touched it, and a message suddenly poured into Ange's soul: "Kill it! Kill it! Kill it!"
Ange seemed to hear Locke's voice, rumbling in his soul like thunder, accompanied by a huge and unfamiliar face and a strange breath.
The message left by Locke was to kill this face and the creature with this kind of aura, and it should be left to his people. It probably never imagined that a thousand years later, the person who came to its temple would be A vegetable gardening skeleton.
So Ange didn't care about this message at all, but used his own Locke's hand to hold Locke's arm, and soul energy poured in.
No response, can't drive.
Okay, but even if it can be driven, Ange doesn't plan to replace it with Locke's skeleton, because the state of this mourning body is really bad. If it doesn't take two steps to break it, it will be bad.
Move Locke's skeleton outside, find a large bucket, curl it up and put it in it.
Luther was shocked: "Uh, sir, wouldn't you use it to go to the bar?"
It is said that in the main material plane, some indigenous people use various plants and animals to make wine. It is said that it can nourish the body. Could it be that Lord Ange can do the same?
"Wine, what is it?" Ange asked in confusion.
There is a lot of rest liquid stored in large wooden barrels, which are sealed and stored. However, after the breath of death reaches saturation, even if the lid is opened, the liquid of rest will not disperse quickly.
Anyway, there is no soul in Locke's skeleton, so there is no need to leave it open. After pouring the resting fluid, he closed the lid, hoping that the resting fluid in the bucket can repair Locke's skeleton.
A somewhat bored Luther asked Ange: "Sir, when did we leave here? We have been hiding here for half a month. The pursuers should have left."
"Half a month? If you keep hiding..." Ange wanted to hide for a few more decades. Anyway, he has been here for more than a thousand years and has land to farm, so it won't be boring.
But before he finished speaking, he felt something and said, "Someone touched my bones." Then he disappeared.
No high-intensity search operation can last for half a month, especially when there are no clues and the assassin is likely to escape thousands of miles away. The manpower of all parties to search has long been dispersed, and only some key intersections are set up. Go down the checkpoint and check the passengers coming and going.
However, from the time the level was set up, it was not just about interrogating assassins.
Ordinary people quickly started to live their own lives. Although the death of a cardinal archbishop was a major event that shocked the whole world, what does it have to do with ordinary people?
The lives of the poor people have to go on. If they don't come out to work, they may starve to death in bed tomorrow. Uh, I'm sorry, I lied. I don't have a bed at home.
Old John carried a bamboo basket on his back, limped along the forest path opened by the swordsmen more than ten days ago, and went into the woods, picking various wild fruits, wild vegetables, and wild mushrooms, and also arranged a few A trap for catching small animals. If you are lucky, you may have small animal meat to eat tomorrow.
I haven’t eaten meat for a long time. In recent years, food has become less and less, and famines occur frequently. There is no extra food to feed livestock. The number of animals that are hunted is rare, and bankrupt farmers like Old John are not available. .
Fortunately, when he was young, he wandered around with a mercenary group for a while, and learned a lot of hunting skills. Occasionally, he could catch one or two small birds and beasts, and his life was a little more free than others.
It's a pity. If he had been ten years younger and had no injuries on his feet, Old John would have burned all his broken possessions, then found a mercenary group to hang out, and would have died outside forever.
The life of the poor people is getting more and more difficult. Even a knowledgeable person like him has become bankrupt. The few acres of land he bought with the money he saved when he was young all belong to the nobles.
Now, he can only pick some wild fruits and vegetables to survive one day at a time. After all, no matter how desperate the mercenary group is, they will not accept an old cripple.
Pulling here and there, old John found a gray skeleton in a bush.
"Alas, you poor man in a foreign land." Old John was not surprised or afraid. Instead, he sighed: "I'll help you find a resting place. I hope your soul is at peace."
When he was young and traveling around, Old John heard about a religion called the Temple of the Immortal. The gods in it could live forever and grant believers eternal life. Peace of soul was their most commonly used sacrificial language.
Old John couldn't see it at all. Following his words, a wisp of soul flame surged out of his body and disappeared into the pile of bones in front of him.
Normal believers offer soul flames one by one, but this old John only has one, which shows that he is a believer with no firm belief.
But just because of this ray of soul flame, the flame that was about to ignite in the skull of the skeleton suddenly stopped, otherwise the pile of bones might jump up and chop people with a sickle the next moment.
Old John murmured about peace of soul, then put down the basket, picked up the pile of bones into the basket, carried it on his back again, and limped out of the woods.
There will be an intersection from the forest to the village. At this moment, a new checkpoint is blocking the road. The village's police chief and his men are checking the travelers there.
It's not so much an interrogation. If it's a noble man in luxurious clothes, he'll let her go without even looking. If it's a commoner, he'll make it difficult in every possible way. If it's a young woman, he'll even touch her.
If you have experience, you can quickly pay two small coins and you will be inspected smoothly. If you have no experience or your tone is too harsh, no matter what you pull, they will be roughly opened and dismantled one by one, and scattered all over the floor.
Even if nothing is found, the goods are almost completely destroyed.
Old John limped to the checkpoint. The Sheriff obviously knew Old John. He glanced at the basket on his back and said with disgust: "Isn't it disgusting to pick this thing up again?"
"Things that can fertilize fields are not as disgusting as you." Old John sneered.
"Go, go, go." The sheriff waved his hand to chase people away, opened the checkpoint, and asked him to hurry over.
One of the Sheriff's men was a newcomer to the town and didn't know Old John. He couldn't help but ask, "Sir, are you going to let him go now?"
"What should I do if I don't let him go? An old cripple can't squeeze out anything, it's a waste of time." The Sheriff said angrily.
"Uh, what did he do with that thing?" The basket had no lid and was empty. Everyone could see the gray-white skeleton inside.
"He said he was taking it back to fertilize the fields, but he didn't have fields anywhere else. Oh, and the two fields in front of and behind the house. He planted some medicinal materials on them. He said they were elder trees. He said he wanted to bring back the lame feet. Haha, elder trees. Even the pharmacists can't grow this kind of medicine, so he's just an old cripple?" The Sheriff laughed.
The newcomer's subordinates also laughed, and then said with the mentality shown in front of the new boss: "But he is so rude to you, sir, shouldn't you give him a lesson?"
The Sheriff laughed: "It's simple. He picks up these disgusting things all day long and says that he believes in undead creatures and worships skeletons. Which of you should report it to the priest in the town?"
The people under his command became excited, and one of them volunteered and said, "I'll go." He immediately ran away and disappeared.
A group of people are making fun of an old cripple. How can they feel any sympathy or guilt?
Old John didn't know that he had gotten into trouble. When he got home, he started digging a hole and buried the skeleton he had picked up. While burying it, he murmured:
"O traveler who has died in a foreign land, I will find you a resting place. I wish your soul peace. I hope you can go to the kingdom of immortality and enjoy endless lifespan forever, without hunger and pain..."
After the burial, he didn't build any tombstones or anything like that. He just took an elder and planted it. He claimed to grow elders, but that kind of medicine could not be grown by pharmacists. How could an old cripple like him do it? What can be planted is just an excuse. There is a corpse in every piece of ground.
This is one of his obsessions. As for why he does this, it all stems from an incident when he was young. The incident was so miserable that he couldn't bear to recall it. From then on, whenever he encountered corpses lying on the roadside, he tried his best to bury them.
He sighed and was about to stand up. Where the skeleton had just been buried, a gray hand bone suddenly stuck out of the ground. Old John was so frightened that he sat down on the ground.
