When Rick reappeared in the dimly lit hallway, it was half an hour later.

The sweat-soaked clothes were replaced, and Rick was now dressed in squire clothes, somewhat loose, with a few coarse cloth ropes to tie the cuffs and trousers.

The left leg was bandaged and swollen even more.

Even though it was wrapped in thick cotton, there was still a faint trace of blood.

The weakness made Rick unable to concentrate, and his head seemed to be tormented into a lump of paste by the sharp pain all over his body.

This state scares Rick, especially in such a dangerous environment.

After walking for a few minutes, Rick gave up the idea of continuing to look for someone, Yan zhòng's injuries needed to rest and replenish.

Struggling back into the squire's room, Rick felt that his left calf no longer belonged to him. Numbness, severe pain, like a pair of brothers, raging on Rick's calves.

With a wry smile, he pinched his thick calf, which felt like the finest white bread, bouncy and hot.

After fixing the two splints again, and paying several beads of sweat the size of soybeans, Rick gasped and leaned against the cold wall.

After taking a break, Rick found a large piece of wood and made a large bonfire in the house.

It's underground, damp with a hint of mildew. In addition to warming off the cold, lighting a fire can also bake the rye bread that was hard to find.

I don't know how long this rye bread has been hidden under the bed. It is estimated that its owner has long forgotten this piece of bread covered with green moss.

Rubbing the damp moss off the crust, a musty smell that was so strong that it was choking came out of the surface of the bread in his hand.

The stomach pouch squirmed hard, and a mouthful of sour water lingered in his throat for a few moments before Rick swallowed it with difficulty.

As the tongue of fire licks, the rye bread is saturated with moisture and becomes slightly softer, and this "some" is only relative.

Rick toasted rye bread and began to think about the current situation.

The whole manor seems to be stuck in another dimension. The servants and attendants, who were still noisy and lively during the day, disappeared like evaporation.

Rick didn't believe that the old shrine would play a prank on such a thing.

Then the only explanation is that something happened.

Rick's left calf was badly injured, but it didn't stop him from thinking, even though his head was like paste, and a lot of things were missing. But one thing Rick knew was that he needed treatment and food.

The rough texture of the hard rye bread made Rick's tongue shrink uncomfortably.

The air exhaled seemed to have a musty smell of moss.

The terrible-tasting rye bread slid down his throat like swallowing a piece of wood, and it hurt to cut Rick's throat.

After eating, Rick felt slightly better.

Unsipting the splint and coarse cloth strap, Rick examined the wound.

The blood was intermittent, the wound was turning white flesh, and a large amount of pale yellow tissue fluid was flowing like saliva.

After contemplating, Rick picked up a plank and bit it into his mouth.

The wound could not be allowed to worsen, and Rick needed to take it a step further.

Reaching out from the fire, he grabbed a half-blackened stick, and Rick looked at it carefully. After making sure there were no obstacles to the stick and that the temperature was high enough, Rick glanced at the triangular wound.

The top of the stick is dotted with a fiery red like a woman's lips. As the tip of the stick approached the wound, Rick's calf shrank subconsciously.

Taking a deep breath, Rick pressed the tip hard against the wound!

"孳~!"

The rolled white flesh contracted violently, the sebum melted, and the wound quickly closed.

Rick's eyes widened, and his mouth opened forcefully to expose the base of his gums, biting down on the plank.

Looking down at the wound, Rick's eyes were hollow, and he grabbed a red-hot wooden stick again and pressed it down!

After a while, Rick was covered in a cold sweat, unable to resist the dizziness in his head any longer, wrapped himself in a thick sheet, and fainted groggy

The brain was like being stirred by a stick, drowsy and heavy.

In a vague way, Rick felt a large, rough hand groping around his body.

There were bursts of piercing complaints in his ears, "Oh, really, why don't you go out without money?" Ay? What is this?"

Rick slowly opened his eyes, and met a big and annoying face.

The two looked at each other for a long time, silent.

"What are you doing with your hands?"

"Oh, it's great that you've woken up! I see that your injuries are serious, and I am helping you massage your wounds. ”

"My wound is in the calf"

"Oh yes, when people get old, they are easy to get confused and get the wrong place"

"Then why do you have my silver thaler bill of exchange?"

"Virtuous nephew, your injuries are not light." The old ghost looked at him left and right, and quietly put the silver thaler bill of exchange into his pocket.

Rick struggled to raise his hand and inspect the damage. The Silver Teller Bill of Exchange and Sombra are gone, leaving only the Ring of Fire, Soul Powder, and Blackstone.

Looking at the two disgusting and provocative fat silkworm eyebrows, Rick's weak voice revealed a hint of compromise: "Do you have food and wound medicine?" I can't move right now. ”

When the old ghost heard this, his eyes lit up, the big oily head shook, and his waist straightened: "So you can't move?" "That voice, that expression, that tone, is alive and well from a bastard who takes advantage of the fire to rob.

Rick licked his chapped lips, and his voice was still a little wheezing: "I can't move, but there is this" As he spoke, Rick's palm faintly aimed at the old ghost, and a large patch of maple red light quickly surged to the palm of his hand, condensing into a steady high-temperature fireball.

This is more effective than any threat, the old ghost just straightened his waist, like a defeated rooster, and bent down again: "Oh, virtuous nephew, you just like to joke, can you put away this scary thing, uncle, my heart is not very good." "The face is as clean as if the meal has been washed, and the smiling face is clean.

With a clench of his palm, the fireball was like a hollow bubble, and it was crushed by Rick.

"Smack"

The light and dust overflowed and dissipated without a trace.

Rick was about to ask why the old ghost was here, when a neat shout came from the door.

"Hey~! Get it on~! ”

Rick followed the voice, stunned.

Four small, black-clad little creatures, each carrying a giant floral cloth bag larger than her body that almost buried her underneath. Each delicate little face is tied with a black square scarf on the back, and the image is easily reminiscent of a profession that is entered late at night

In the corner of the baggage, Rick even saw the familiar outline of jade furniture, and the legs of a delicate sunken wood chair

Rick frowned, and his deep voice added a hint of helplessness: "Old ghost, you won't come to take advantage of the fire to rob, will you?" ”

The old ghost smiled "hehe", and the two fat silkworm eyebrows moved like maggots: "The virtuous nephew said that he laughed, how could it be?"