Syllable!

[You are attacked by a medieval interrogator's whip, and you have a +1 subcutaneous fat contusion on your chest]

Syllable!

[You are attacked by a medieval interrogator's whip, and you have a +1 subcutaneous fat contusion on your chest]

Smack——!

[You are attacked by a medieval interrogator's whip, and the subcutaneous fat contusion on your chest is +1]

……

[Under multiple attacks, your injuries have become severe, and your left pectoral muscle has been slightly torn]

....

“@#￥#@%*……”

Listening to the unstubble words of the bearded executioner, the blood-stained whip continued to fly in front of him, and the whip struck his body with sharp pain.

In the corners of the eyes, lines of familiar and unfamiliar Chinese characters continue to emerge, which do not affect the vision, but cannot be ignored.

It was a surprise to meet your mother tongue in a foreign land, but Charles had no affection for it.

What the hell is this special code?

I know I'm hurt, and I'm still in pain, but do you need to "say" it?

Why did this happen?

In the gloomy basement shrouded in firelight, Charles's face was black and red, and he let out a snort of pain from time to time, and the heat baked and the sweat mixed with blood completely soaked the entire upper half of his body, revealing his relatively strong muscles and the bloody whiplash marks that crossed on them.

How did things develop?

As the police were about to break down the door, he didn't have time to think about it carefully, so he hurried through the door, and—

Outside the gate is another world!

An iron-skinned knight and robed friars still exist in the ancient Middle Ages.

Will there be a princess imprisoned in the castle? Will there be all kinds of strange monsters?

Isn't it a legendary place of swords and sorcery?

Normally, Charles would be curious about this, but unfortunately, the reality of what happened to him made him have no time to care about anything else.

Behind that door was half empty! He had just gotten in before he threw himself into the air, and then involuntarily fell to the ground.

If it's just like this, it's a big deal to fall into a fracture and suffer a small injury, and you can recover after a period of time.

But why did anyone exist at the drop location? Or is it a guy who is heavily protected and looks like the heir of some great nobleman!?

The language barrier didn't make it clear to Charles what the identity of the golden retriever he almost smashed was, but it didn't matter anymore.

Because of this, he was tied up as soon as he fell, and then pushed into this dark and damp basement for interrogation and execution.

It can only be said that the homeless man's body was under him when he landed, otherwise it would definitely not be very comfortable to drag the injured body to be tortured.

However, even if he was not injured, it was not very pleasant to be whipped for so long.

"Is this just out of the wolf's den and into the tiger's mouth?"

Secretly sympathetic to himself, Charles lowered his head and gritted his teeth to endure the pain that ordinary people could not encounter.

After the initial begging for mercy, scolding, screaming, and incoherent speech, he now has no mind or strength to do other futile acts.

These people kept whipping him, as if they wanted him to admit something, but the language barrier made it impossible for him to bend even if he wanted to.

As if aware of this, the executioner in front of him waved his whip with a playful and absent-minded expression, and the whipping at this time did not look like an interrogation, but rather like a boring act.

Yes, Charles secretly observed, and finally made such a guess.

This made him very angry, as if he had changed from a normal person to a lamb to be slaughtered in an instant, and there was no human right to protect his injured self-esteem, so he could only go against the grain.

It's a pity that even if he is angry when he is tied to God, it will not help, and because of the completely different language, he can't even scold a few words to relieve his anger.

I don't understand it, what's the use of scolding?

So in the end, the beating was weak, and the beaten person was silent, and for a while, in this narrow interrogation room, except for the sound of whipping, there was only the snoring of another interrogator not far away.

There were only two unscathed interrogators in linen shirts, and no one else existed; Or that there are no other living people.

Out of the corner of his eye, in a dark corner of the light on the left, on the long gray-blackened binding table, some dead fellow was staring in his direction with wide eyes, as if waiting for the new wretched creature to follow him on his way—he was the corpse of the homeless man who had been strangled in the house before, who had fallen into this world with him, and who had now been moved here.

[A fresh corpse, male, between 30-40 years old, full of pain and resentment before death]

Such a piece of information floated in his eyes, which made Charles feel quite awkward and somewhat comforted.

Not everything was bad in the malicious Middle Ages, at least the special abilities he suddenly had made him feel funny.

This could be the ability he was given after passing through that door, or it could be the ability to awaken on his own after coming to this world, in short, Charles could see at a glance anything he looked at or any attack on himself at this time.

For example, when he looks at himself, a row of information will appear, which is not bad from the legendary attribute bar.

……

[Your name: Charles. Cranston】

[Your age: 16]

[Your health status: good, minor injuries aggravated]

【Skills you have mastered: Eye of True Knowledge (Constant), Bone Resuscitation (1/100%)】

[Your remaining stay here: 5.12.37.45]

……

The last two digits of dwell time change rapidly, while the two digits on the right in the center change every second.

Hours, minutes, seconds, milliseconds, Charles had a vague realization that in more than five hours, it seemed that he would be able to summon the door again.

And then what? Back to square one?

That's good news, but how can he, with no room for manoeuvre, open that door?

Summoning the gate to the head and shrouding yourself? It's a good idea, but it doesn't seem to be able to do that fine control.

Moreover, will you be able to hold on to the time?

Thinking about what he saw when he entered, Charles was full of pessimism.

It is naturally not very pleasant to be constantly attacked with whips, but for the executioner, this kind of whipping is just an "appetizer", and there is no need to think about it, and the current room of torture instruments has already made Charles understand what will happen to him in the future.

In fact, without making him "wait long", after another violent blow, the executioner threw the whip aside with a little impatience, and then walked to the brazier filled with red iron.

Charles chuckled in his heart

At this moment, he was so desperate that he could communicate with him, and then whether he admitted that he attacked the golden retriever, or admitted that he had premeditated attack on the golden retriever, or even admitted that he had the intention of assassinating the king, as long as he could communicate, he had a chance of survival.

The point is, the language barrier, he can't confess if he wants to......

"Wouldn't that just be a hard way to resist?"

Not just anyone has the courage to watch a part of themselves turn into a roast and then breathe in its meaty aroma, Charles wasn't sure if he was that hard, but he clearly didn't want to try.

It's a pity that things won't happen according to his thoughts, and after scooping up a soldering iron, the executioner has already walked towards him with a sneer!

Three, two, one, less than a meter, Charles's heart beat faster and faster as the executioner approached, and eventually, his heart was beating like a drum.

However, just as the executioner stopped in front of him and opened his mouth to say something, a bell suddenly shook in the basement doorway.

A crisp metallic sound appeared, directly waking up the snoring interrogator not far away, he quickly sat up from the bed, his eyes faded, raised his hand to wipe the corners of his mouth with his cuffs, and then got up and walked out of the door.

The approaching executioner in front of Charles also paused, then ignored the "plaything" at the moment, turned and walked briskly back to the brazier, inserted the soldering iron back, licked his mouth, and followed the interrogation room with a look of great interest, as if something good was waiting for them outside.

Charles breathed a sigh of relief, his nervous heartbeat eased, and he thought about it.

Dine? Shift? Or something else?

Charles didn't know why the executioner had left, but he knew that if he had to do something, he had to do it now!

"But what can I do?"

His hands and feet were tightly bound by leather at this time, and there was no extra space at all, and he struggled hard, except for the wooden pillar against his back shook a little, it was useless at all!

And what else can he do?

Looking at himself again, Charles thoughtfully.

The two abilities in the "attribute bar", the Eye of True Knowledge (constant) seems to be the reason why I can see this kind of information, and it is estimated that there is no other effect. And the skeleton in the back recovered, and he was a little confused for a while.

Literally, this seems to be a "summon skeleton" skill.

When did you learn this ability? The original?

He did learn some of the knowledge in the notebook, but he didn't use it, so that counted?

Or is it just as capable as the Eye of Knowledge?

Can this be useful?

Charles, who has been pitted by the gate, is very skeptical, but he seems to have no other choice.

So taking a deep breath, he looked at the corpse in the corner and silently muttered.

Bone resuscitation!

Skill activation!

Use skills!

……

Silently chanted serious or improper, all kinds of messy keywords, but there was no reaction at all around.

"I must have gotten something wrong."

Thinking about it, he couldn't help but look at himself again, summoning the simple attribute bar.

[Bone resuscitation (1/100%)]

After staring at this word a few times, some knowledge quietly emerged in the messy mind, some knowledge that the original owner originally had, but he didn't take it seriously before.

So Charles quickly came to his senses.

"It doesn't seem like it's a messy system, it's an ability to present itself."

"But the original owner failed to use it, huh? Why does the Eye of Knowing think I have this ability? ”

The original owner didn't know this skill, or that the knowledge in his head was not correct, and Charles was very sure of this, because if he could, he would not have taken his turn to take it away.

But why do you come to yourself to show your own ability?

"Since I think I have the skill of bone resuscitation, I should be able to use it... Right? ”

No wonder Charles hesitated, he felt that the knowledge in his head was a bit of a child's play.

Either way, Charles had to try, so he prayed and remembered it a few times, and finally got into action.

The knowledge in his mind told him that using this spell was not just a matter of chanting a few spells or just a few glances, it required a secondary item.

Luckily, Charles happened to have this thing on him, or the original body was ready to test his abilities.

Holding back the soreness and stinging pain in his neck, he arched the black necklace he was wearing under the collar with his chin, and finally bit the pendant and pushed it to his eyes with great effort.

"Thankfully, this chain wasn't looted like a notebook, otherwise I really wouldn't have had any hope at all."

With a pitch-black metal skull awkwardly clasped in his left eye, Charles took a breath and recalled the relevant points from his memory before moving on to the next step.

Struggling to keep his mind blank, keeping the shape of the pendant in mind, and following some strange trick, Charles began to mumble to himself through the air.

"Defend the dead, Charr. In the name of Cranston, I ask for your help."

"This curse is born and therefore extinguished."

"O nameless man who died tragically"

"Resurrect you!"

——

You tried to use Bone Resuscitation, but failed to cast a spell

The prompt drifted by, and there was no sound in the basement except for the crackling sound of the flames in the brazier scorching the air.

This made Charles blush, and he didn't feel too ashamed that there was no one else around.

The prompt seemed to prove that the spell could be successful, so he was slightly excited and opened his mouth to try again.

You tried to use Bone Resuscitation, but failed to cast a spell

……

You tried to use Bone Resuscitation, but failed to cast a spell

……

[You tried to use Bone Resuscitation, but failed to cast a spell, this is your 4th time failing]

……

[You tried to use Bone Resuscitation, but failed to cast a spell, but you seem to have found a trick]

……

【You try ......】

……

Ten minutes passed, and he didn't know how many times he had tried, but the hints that floated in front of him made him more and more excited, and he didn't take any blows.

Eventually, with another slight hint, the spell took a certain turn.

He also muttered the previous words, but this time Charles did not make any accurate sounds, but in a low and ethereal tone, his tone was gibberish, and it was not like human words at all!

If I had to describe it, it would be as if countless undead were whispering in the darkness!

At the same time as the strange spell sounded, under his deep dark eyes, an abnormal gray flashed away.

The pendant fastened to the left eye vibrated as a result, and as it shook, the gray threads in front of the pendant were drawn out of the void and converged towards the corpse.

With only one eye covered, Charles could clearly see that the corpse he was staring at suddenly changed after Gray was near.

First, there was a slight bulge on the hand, like a worm rolling and wriggling under the skin of a corpse, constantly bumping.

Then, the face, chest, pelvis, and legs began to swell, like a humanoid balloon blown up by the air, and blood gradually appeared on the skin, and eventually—

The skin on the forehead was broken, and under the surging blood, the blood-stained white skull was the first to break out!