Cudi was sure that he had died on the battlefield, and the others were also convinced, after all, as a medical man, the most basic quality is to be able to distinguish between the living and the dead.

But he woke up.

Under the horrified gaze of everyone, there was one after another "Fraudulent corpses!" Screaming.

Cudi opened his eyes and sat up.

Xiao Basket is the one who doubts life the most, is her attack fake? Even if she is dazzled, she won't be unable to recognize the fatal injury?

Mr. Mo looked coldly at the chaos in the morgue, and his expression did not change in the slightest because of this farce.

This group of mediocre people will not notice the small flying insects flying in the air, the bright light of the sun during the day perfectly obscures the glimmer of the fireflies, and no one will know that he is responsible for the resurrection.

This Cudi is not a significant person, and when Mr. Mo looks at him, it is no different from looking at a piece of dust in the air, but he can't die yet, and there are some things that only he knows, and he can't take them to the grave.

After he told everything he knew, Mr. Mo wouldn't care if this person died or not.

He turned and left, leaving a crowd around to watch Cudi's medical miracle.

"Why did you want to save me?"

Cudi was tied to the hospital bed at this time, tied like a hairy crab, and he himself looked loveless, and he had no sense of resistance at all.

"Be clear, we didn't save you."

He cheated on his own, thank you.

The basket rolled its eyes.

"Then why didn't you throw away the corpse?"

Cudi didn't know what he was asking, he didn't want to know the answers to these questions, but there was an inexplicable unwillingness in his heart, so he couldn't close his mouth and lie quietly.

"Death is dead, we don't have a tradition of whipping corpses in the south."

If it weren't for the cold weather now, these corpses would have been cremated a long time ago, and maybe this person would have been able to perform a rebirth on the spot.

That's even more scary?

It's just a story of the resurrection from the dead, and the little basket has only heard about one person.

"Are you a priest of the north?"

The basket asked.

"What is a priest?"

Cudi frowned, and the basket looked disappointed.

"The priest is ...... The smartest people who teach the people knowledge, communicate with heaven and earth, and lead everyone out of the predicament! ”

Xiao Basket doesn't know what the exact definition of a priest is, after all, in the cognition of the people of the Southern Kingdom, of course the priest who works on the altar is the priest, what is there to ask?

"You mean the messenger of the gods?"

Cudi looked a little interested.

"Almost, that's it!"

The basket nodded hastily.

"Haven't I met the messengers of the gods?"

Cudi shook his head, his head wasn't fixed to the bed, and he could still shake his head.

"Our tribe has always had priests, don't you?"

Even if the priest inheritance of Purple Flower has been broken, the southern tribes have always had the inheritance of sacrifice, and rounding off has always been there.

"All the time?!"

Cudi was shocked.

The last time the northern tribes received the messengers of the gods was a hundred years ago!

"Yes, the priests all work at the altar, don't you have priests?"

The basket doesn't know what Cudi is surprised about.

"You also have more than one messenger of the gods?"

Cudi's eyes were about to break up with his sockets.

"Well, I'll count, Sister Qianqian, Sister Gadot, Sister Xia Lan, Tianyin and Yueling...... Moon Spirit can't count it, he's no longer on the altar now, and Ozawa and Dorne—"

Xiao Basket wouldn't admit it, watching Cudi hear her count of people, the collapse on her face as if she had suffered a critical blow, made her heart feel a little dark.

"You, you!"

The southern tribes are really hateful! They have always been very proud of the visit of the divine envoy, which is nothing to the southern tribes, they have a divine envoy resident here, and there is more than one!

The gods are too partial!

It's so angry!

Cudi, who had just cheated the corpse, really felt like he was going to be angry again.

"In this way, you also have the inheritance of the altar, what have your gods said? Tell me! ”

The basket stared at Cudi curiously, and she asked bluntly, not wanting to take a detour at all.

"Why should I tell you?"

Cudi said angrily.

"You are defeated, you are a prisoner, of course you have to meet the requirements of the victorious side, don't you understand this rule?"

Whoever wins the battle listens to whom, this is the most primitive and straightforward rule.

Xiao Basket said in an angry tone.

"You better kill me, I'm not afraid of death."

Cudi tilted his head, looking non-violent and uncooperative, isn't it just a death, and he hasn't died.

"But can you still be resurrected?"

The small basket also found it very difficult.

"That's your business."

Cudi snorted from his nose.

"Looks like I'll just have to figure it out......"

Xiao Basket recalled the stories Jun Qianqian once told her, which included some things about national security, such as how to prevent and deal with spies-

"I know that there is a word called capital crimes can be avoided, living sins cannot be escaped, and there is another word, it is better to live than to die."

Xiao Basket remembered Jun Qianqian's words:

"We should be as warm as spring when we treat our friends, and we should be as ruthless as winter when we treat our enemies."

Jun Qianqian is not stupid and sweet, she knows a lot of torture methods, whether it is from the novel or the TV series, it is enough in this era.

"If the enemy doesn't cooperate, we can ask him to drink water."

In the past, Jun Qianqian said waterboarding so lightly.

"If you don't cooperate, the water can also be replaced with chili water."

Xiao Basket learns Jun Qianqian's tone, using her skill "Devil's Whisper", whispering in Cudi's ear.

"You probably don't know what chili peppers are, eat chili peppers in the north? It is a small fruit, mostly red, but also colored, which makes people sweat when eaten, and people who eat too much will be spicy. ”

The small basket was vividly described, and Cudi was in a cold sweat when he heard it.

It's terrible that the southern tribes have so many torture methods!

"It's not intuitive to just say it, you wait, I'll get you a bunch of dried chili peppers to taste, and you'll understand quickly!"

With that, the basket jumped up and ran out with cheerful steps, leaving the bound and immobile Cudi struggling desperately on the bed.

What to do! How can he get out of the predicament at hand?

"Stop struggling, eat chili."

However, before Cudi could come up with a reason, the basket had already run back, holding a bunch of red fruits in her hand, ripping off one and approaching Cudi.

"Go away ——!"

The howl of the strong man echoed in the morgue for a long time, a long time, and it did not dissipate.