"This..."

Hearing Li Ang's words, the village chief hesitated slightly, thought for a moment, and said sincerely: "To be honest, there are also doctors in our village, who have been studying the nature of Progeria for decades, and even used all the knowledge, technology, and items that can be used in the inventory, but so far, nothing has been found. This disease of Progeria may belong to the category of miracles, which is beyond the reach of human beings.

Your healing skills may not be of much use, Lord Brave..."

Before the village chief finished speaking, he saw the brave man waving his hand and said calmly: "You are useless,

I might be able to do that with this.

If you don't believe me, I'll perform a magic trick for you. ”

With that, Leon took off the mirage red mane coat and glove on his right hand,

Raise your right arm horizontally, place your right palm horizontally, palm facing you, and then use your left index finger and middle finger to gently pinch the thumb of your right palm to make a horizontal pull.

The village chief was stunned for a moment, quite a little crying and laughing,

Isn't this the old-fashioned visual magic? The upper part of the thumb of the right palm is hooked downward, and the upper half of the left thumb is used instead, and the right thumb is pretended to be cut off when the palm is shifted.

It's not even visual magic, it's just a street trick to amuse children...

Thorn -

I saw that the brave man really used brute force to pull out the thumb of his right palm, and in an instant, the section of the finger sprayed blood like a high-pressure faucet, and the scene was extremely difficult.

And the brave man with the dragon head mask was also prepared, pointed the wound to his mouth early, caught all the blood with the dragon's mouth without leaking, and even had time to say calmly: "How is it, village chief, am I showing my hand?" ”

Don't care about showing a few hands, what, are you more than bloody? It's a lot of bleeding!

In the shocked and stunned gaze of the village chief and the other players, Li Ang pressed back the severed thumb of his right hand, instantly stopped the blood column, and then stuffed his right hand into the mouth of the dragon's head mask.

After a gurgling sound, he pulled out his right hand again, and there was no blood left on it, as if it had never been plucked off.

"This trick is to continue the severed limbs, as long as the head is not broken, you can take it back."

Li Ang boasted in the tone of selling strong pills on the street: "In fact, even if the head is broken, it continues for too long, and the brain does not lose too much blood and oxygen, I can take it back."

It is possible to lose part of the memory, causing confusion in the brain, etc.

If the village chief wants to experience it for himself, I have a knife here..."

"No, no, no!"

The village chief raised his hands and hurriedly refused, the miserable white expression on the old man's face gave people a sense that he might faint at any time.

"Don't you? That's a shame. ”

Leon pulled out the kitchen knife out of nowhere and put it back into the inside pocket of his white coat.

With a click, a glass ball-like object fell from the faucet mask.

If you look closely, it turns out to be an eyeball with brown eyes.

"Ah, my eyes are out."

Leon reached out and grabbed the eyeball that slipped in the air, racing it back into the mouth of the dragon's head mask.

Whoop -

In the next second, more than a dozen eyeballs of different sizes, shapes, and pupil colors rolled down from the mouth of the faucet mask.

Li Ang let out a low shout: "Single dragon playing with pearls!" ”

He grabbed all the eyeballs with his palms and threw them into the air one after another like a circus performance.

Causes the eyeball to arc in mid-air, and then falls back into the mouth of the dragon's head mask.

Gollum –

There was a sound of chewing and swallowing from the dragon's head mask, as if Leon was chewing all his eyeballs back into his stomach.

This time, not only the village chief's face was as pale as a blank piece of paper, but even Ding Shinji's face was a little pale, and he felt that his sanity had lost a little.

Those eyeballs are not fakes, they are still connected to the ends, and judging from the appearance, it is obvious that they are not a person...

The more I think about it, the more terrifying it becomes, damn.

Ding Zhenji suddenly remembered Xing Hechou's reliable evaluation of Li Risheng, and it didn't seem to mention that he was an abyssal monster dressed in the skin of a human form...

Li Ang ignored the other people's gazes, patted his belly, and said with a smile: "Village chief, how is it, my medical skills are quite passable, right?"

Anyway, it's just a try, you can't buy a loss, and you can't buy to be fooled.

If I really have a way to solve the Progeria disease in your village, I can also make some contribution to the peace of the Holy Mountain. ”

The village chief wanted to politely refuse, but when the words came to his lips, it became, "Then first... Give it a try..."

The other party was the first brave team to step into the scope of the Holy Mountain in decades, and it seemed that they had killed the shadow demonic beast and recaptured the masonry of the gate of the Holy Mountain, so their strength was naturally guaranteed.

If the other party does not agree to spend the opportunity to make a wish on the relief of Progeria, then the only way to do so is to rely on medical means...

The village chief hesitates to walk out of the house and leads the player and several village guards who are guarding the house towards the corner of the village.

Within a few minutes, the group came to a hut, and when they stepped into it, they saw a large pile of funerary goods piled up in the living room.

After being introduced by the village chief, the players learned that

Due to the long-term suffering from Progeria in the Guardian Village, the people in the village age rapidly after the age of fourteen or fifteen, and few people live past the age of thirty.

A 28-year-old villager lived in the hut, and knowing that his time was short, he prepared funeral supplies, including a coffin, in advance and was ready for burial in accordance with the village custom.

This is also the norm in the village, in the village chief's personal study, there is also a coffin, usually vertically used as a bookcase, when he dies, the bookcase is placed horizontally, remove the baffle and lie directly in it.

Although we have known for a long time that everyone has such a day, it is still unacceptable to continue to feel the pain of death approaching.

The family members of the villagers who were busy with funeral matters in the houses all had sad expressions on their faces, and they were quite surprised when they heard the village chief introduce them to the "miracle doctor" in person.

The old customs are still maintained in the village, and the village chief has a very high authority in the village.

The villager's family quickly agreed to let the doctor go upstairs for a consultation.

Because this hut is relatively narrow, Ding Shinji, who is driving the Kui Niu mecha, can't enter the house and waits outside.

The other players followed the villager up the creaky wooden steps to the second floor to the twenty-eight-year-old villager's bedroom.

As soon as they entered the door, everyone except Li Ang frowned slightly, and the windows of the room were open, and the light was bright, but there was still a stale atmosphere, full of dying atmosphere.

The villager lying on the bed was much older than the white-haired village chief, and his skin was as dry and dull as rotten wood, full of wrinkles, and tense on his bones like dry wood.

The eyes are cloudy and dull, floating with wisps of cloudy sediment,

The hair had fallen out to the point of only one or two strands, growing messily on the scalp covered in black spots.

"Andrew? Andrew? ”

The village chief sat on the edge of the bed and softly called the name of the villager.

The latter lay quietly on the bed, and after a long time, as if he had reacted, he tilted his head very slowly, and the figure of the village chief was reflected in his cloudy eyes.

"We've got you a doctor, and if it goes well, he can cure you of Progeria, and maybe save others, even our village, can you hear me?"

The village chief asked a few words repeatedly, but he couldn't get a meaningful response, so he stood up, gasped, gritted his teeth, and made up his mind to look at Li Ang, and said in a deep voice: "Lord Brave, you can help him take a look." ”

"Hmm."

Leon nodded, moved a chair, sat down on the edge of the bed, reached out and took the palm of the aging villager's hand, and slowly closed his eyes.

In a corner that no one else could see, Li Ang's palm pierced a large number of extremely thin plant fiber silk threads, piercing the skin of the villagers, drawing blood, and analyzing the body.

This analysis lasted for ten minutes.

When the village chief and the villager's family were finally about to sit still, Li Ang slowly opened his eyes and exhaled a long breath of turbidity.

"Doctor, how is my father?"

A villager who looked like a middle-aged man, who didn't know how old he was, asked nervously.

Li Ang turned his head to look, nodded calmly, and said, "You are the family of the deceased, right?" ”

？？？

The atmosphere of the room is stagnant,

Li Ang patted the back of the head of the dragon's head mask and smiled awkwardly, "I'm sorry, this patient's condition is so special that even I mistakenly thought he was dead."

Ahem, he's fine,

I just looked at it, and this Progeria condition..."

"How?" The village chief asked nervously.

"It can be cured."

Leon dragged out his voice and said slowly, "But it's very, very troublesome. ”

The village chief and the villagers only had the word "can be cured" in their minds, and hurriedly asked, "Do you have a way?" What's the solution? What do you want us to prepare? ”

Leon waved his hand and stood up from his chair, "Let's go out and talk." ”

He walked to the balcony with the village chief, leaned against the edge of the balcony, and waved his hand to signal that fellow players in the distance could also come over - this distance could not block the hearing of his teammates, and it was not classified information, so he needed to guard against temporary teammates.

Everyone stood still on the balcony, and Li Ang looked down at the street scene below, and muttered: "Your Excellency the village chief, I have something to say, your village should not be a normal human being, right?" ”

The village chief was stunned when he heard this, and sighed after a while, "You know everything?" ”

"For a brave man of our rank, the smell alone can tell the difference between some species. What's more, your village has decayed a lot, and the villagers can't hide their own weak blood breath. ”

Li Ang said calmly: "But I was finally confirmed when I was diagnosed just now.

The race to which your village belongs is supposed to be some kind of dark race, feeding on living creatures. ”

The village chief's face changed, and he sighed: "Your Excellency, don't use the pretense of the dark clan as a noble statement, you know your situation best,

——————

We're just a bunch of ghouls devouring corpses. ”

Ghoul?

Except for Hohenheim, the other players were stunned, David frowned, and Ambery looked at the village chief again and smacked his lips, quite surprised.

These players who belong to large organizations actually carry detection type equipment and props.

Although it is not like the Kui Niu Mecha, it can scan all kinds of species and materials, including those recorded in the Alien Society's database.

But it's also enough to cope with most situations in an ordinary script.

At least when someone walks across from them, they can tell if they are human, a Terminator disguised as a human, or a Bloodliner.

In most occult definitions, there is a big difference between a bloodline and a ghoul.

The former is cursed, not loved by the gods, neither a devil nor a human, feeds on blood, and has a range of extraordinary abilities, including but not limited to incarnating as a bat, flying away from the sky, manipulating blood energy, regenerating rapidly, and living forever.

And it has a long history, a huge ethnicity, a family rule of rules,

All of them are handsome men and beautiful women, and they come with a fashion value bonus.

The earliest ghouls from Arab legends are much lower-end,

They feed on the corpses of the dead, have an ugly appearance, have a low IQ, walk on all fours, resemble wild beasts, and do not have any supernatural powers worthy of praise other than rough skin and thick flesh,

In some occult texts, ghouls are even slaves, servants, and pets raised by the Bloodline, responsible for eliminating potential enemies or serving as cannon fodder for death.

From the perspective of Hohenheim and others, it's almost impossible to misidentify these two creatures, unless...

The village chief sighed faintly and explained: "In a time when there was no written record, our ancestors should have been just a group of wild and unintelligent beasts.

Perhaps simply by luck, they crossed the ocean to this land, and as the first inhabitants, they were inspired by the Holy Mountain.

The Holy Mountain took in the ghoul race and transformed that ghoul with divine and unspeakable power over the years.

From an ugly beast to a human form, it has gained wisdom and transformed into a human form.

Our ancestors revered the Holy Mountain and volunteered to live at the foot of the Mountain, build villages, and never leave.

At one point, one of our ancestors is said to have received a revelation from the Holy Mountain, revealing that the Holy Mountain has the power to fulfill all the wishes of the world, and that an army of adventurers will soon arrive on the island.

The ancestors of that generation received adventurers and watched each other climb snow-capped mountains, complete trials, and finally fulfill their wishes.

And spread the greatness of the holy mountain to all parts of the world.

After that, it's the history of the routine - a steady stream of brave teams from all over the world come to the Holy Mountain to be tested,

Our village has also become a world hub.

But, as you guessed, we have ghoul blood in our veins. ”

The village chief sighed helplessly and said, "The Holy Mountain has enlightened and inspired us, but apart from that generation of ancestors, very few people have ever received the divine revelation of the Holy Mountain.

Before the arrival of the brave, our village had been sparsely populated, maintaining the size of a dozen households, and relying on hunting wild beasts at the edge of the forest and eating their flesh and blood to survive.

And after the arrival of the brave, because of intermarriage, the population size of our village continued to rise, from a few dozen to a few hundred, or even a few thousand. ”