The whole body is blazing with soul fire, the filthy soil falls in the flames, and the bright blue flames burn in the eye sockets, making it look like the messenger of death crawling out of the ancient abyss. When its eyes focus on it, Old John It felt like my whole body was frozen.
What the hell did I pick up? He must be dead, right? Old John muttered absently.
His legs were a little weak, but he was not frightened, but shocked. Old John was surprisingly not very scared inside.
Death is the most likely outcome. He is already so old anyway and his legs are lame. There is no hope for the rest of his life. Death is not a big deal. I just want my soul to be in peace.
It can only be said that young people in their fifties are ignorant. Young people in their nineties like Yin Coin will know that falling into the hands of undead creatures is not as simple as 'the worst case scenario is death'.
But what surprised Old John was that the gray skeleton that climbed up did not kill him, but only glanced at him with a tilted head, and suddenly conjured up a bag of grain and placed it in front of him.
ah? What's the meaning? Money to buy life? Old John has determined that this skeleton will kill him, so any move made by the other party will be thought of in the worst possible way.
Trading food for life? I am not stupid. If I agree, my life will be gone. Then the dead will not need to eat, so the food can naturally be taken back.
When I was a mercenary, I heard similar legends. The devil would turn into a beautiful woman to confuse people's hearts, and use the beautiful woman to exchange for something on his body. If you agree, the devil will take away the thing between your legs, leaving you unable to use it but looking at it.
Old John would not be fooled like this. He shook his head firmly and said, "I don't want food."
Ange was stunned, don't you want food? What to do?
Usually when believers offered soul flames, he would return the food. Although the believer in front of him did not have strong faith and the soul flames were very weak, he had collected one or two wisps one after another along the way back, and he had saved enough for one or two.
If you don’t want food, then there is no way to equal the price. What can you do?
"what would you like."
What do I want? I want to have enough food and clothing, hundreds of acres of fields, flocks of cattle and sheep, and a noble status. I just want to be able to step on the Sheriff's face without him having to smile.
After thinking about it, Old John felt that it was too much, and said casually: "I want to cure this lame leg and then work as a mercenary until I am ninety years old."
This sentence was said in one breath. In other words, curing the lame leg, becoming a mercenary, and living to be ninety years old are connected together. The main fear is that curing the leg, becoming a mercenary, and dying the next day... ….
Of course, this was what Old John said casually. He didn't think that the skeleton he picked up casually could cure his lameness. In fact, instead of hacking him to death on the spot, he gave him a bag of grain, which made Old John Very surprised.
Can the legs be cured? Ange squatted down and poked Old John's lame leg.
It was a calf that was bent outward. Judging from Ange's experience of having bones replaced more than a dozen times, it was caused by the failure to reset it in time after the break. The bone hyperplasia after healing caused the fracture position to bend, so it was lame.
This is easy to handle, just replace the bones.
I looked around and thought, uh, where can I find suitable bones?
There are indeed other corpses buried on the ground, but they are all rotten and cannot be dug out.
"How about you cut it off, straighten it and put it back together?" Negris suggested, projected onto Ange.
"Oh." Ange took out the sickle and wanted to cut off Old John's legs.
"Wait a minute, if you cut him directly like this, he will faint from pain and lose too much blood. You should first seal his perception and make him lose consciousness before cutting. Then seal the wound as quickly as possible to avoid excessive blood loss. Uh, catch him and don’t let him get away.”
Before Nigris could finish speaking, Old John had already hurriedly climbed up and limped out.
He was just not afraid of death, not afraid of being chopped. When he saw the shining sickle blade, he immediately had the motivation to escape. How painful would it be to chop that thing off?
Unfortunately, it was too late. Ange caught up with him as soon as he took a step and sealed his soul before he could scream.
In an instant, Old John lost control of his body. He watched helplessly as Ange put him aside, cut off his legs, cut open the outer layer of skin, broke off the bends of the lower foot bones, and trimmed off the overgrowth. After his eyesight became straight, he put a few drops of unknown liquid on it, and then cast the Holy Light.
Seeing this, Old John has lost the ability to think. A skeleton releases holy light? This was definitely the Holy Light, because as the Holy Light shone, the lower leg bones that had been chopped off and chipped were actually joined together.
Not only the calf bones, but also the cut skin and flesh slowly healed, turning into a straight and intact calf.
Make a gesture between the calf and the thigh and trim off the excess. The half of the calf is like a melon in the hands of the skeleton. It feels uneven when weighed. Cut off a little bit and weigh it again. Still not flat? Chill off a little more.
After confirming that they were perfectly matched, the skeleton used the holy light to shine on the joints of the calf and thigh, then connected them together, and then used the holy light to shine on them.
The big and small legs that were originally divided into two parts were healed visibly.
Okay, it's done. Skeletons are better, just replace them with one. It's too troublesome for humans to replace bones, Ange thought secretly in his heart.
After regaining consciousness of his body, Old John didn't react for a while. He kept raising his calf in the air and looking at it. Only when his leg went numb did he stand up hesitantly and repeatedly stepped on the ground with his lame leg.
"It's really better? No pain? No bending? No more lameness?" His mouth was full of questions. For ordinary people, this is really a miracle that shocks the soul.
But if he saw Ange restoring the angel skeleton from a skeleton to a dumb little girl, he would probably disapprove of this level of treatment.
Nigris was very disapproving and urged in Ange's soul: "Okay, okay, ask him if he is okay? Okay, let's leave here first and put on the hat. Your bones are too conspicuous."
Old John said with some worry: "It seems a bit short."
Short? It's easy to handle. Just cut it off and add some essence to it to speed up its growth. Ange took out the scythe.
"No, no, no, it's not short, it's not too short. I'm used to being lame and couldn't get used to it. It's not short, not short." Old John's face turned pale, he waved his hands quickly, and even jumped a few times to show off his legs.
The scene just now had a huge impact on his soul. Cutting it off, cutting it, and then reconnecting it, this was an ordinary scene to Ange, but it was enough to scare ordinary people to the ground.
Old John can speak eloquently now, which is already an overly happy benefit due to his long legs. Want to do it again? He would rather have his legs half an inch shorter than have it happen again.
But it is true that he is used to being lame and is not used to it for a while, just like someone who suddenly loses a piece of his tooth and is not used to it and always wants to use his tongue to push it.
Well, now that it was 'equivalent', Ange felt relieved, put on his hat and prepared to leave.
The habit of 'equivalence' is not mandatory, but it was developed when he was still confused. If he doesn't do this, he will be very uncomfortable and always feel like he has not accomplished something.
However, as soon as he put on the scarecrow hat, there was a noise outside the door: "Here, here, Pastor, this is the family that believes in immortality and enshrines many skeletons. They must be trying to summon skeletons. I don't know how those skeletons are." It may have been cut from a living person."
A lame old man who helped bury ownerless corpses was said to be a demon who killed living people, cut their bones, and summoned skeletons.
