Just because no one hears the sound coming from the yurt doesn't mean nothing is happening in the yurt. If nothing else, the trapped monster and the intelligence merchant beneath it were still twitching, in other words, they were still alive. This leaves the three people in the room with a choice, what should they do next, whether to kill the terrifying alien with a knife, or to leave the yurt first as if they don't know, and let the next person who enters here worry about it. Or maybe they'll take it personally.

"I guess you're not going to allow me to free this poor man right now, are you?" asked Lothar, who was familiar with the grey-robed way of doing things, with a bit of luck, having said that he had changed the way he held the tomahawk from the easy chopping back grip to the front grip, which meant that there was no need for Cheese to answer, and the Count already knew his choice.

The mage looked at the poor man in the net with his eyes rolling, then at the strange worm writhing on him, and sighed, "The faster you start, the quicker he will be freed." ”

The Earl nodded, lifted the handle of the axe, and saw the right moment to smash the head of the strange insect through the net! The alien head that was still alive just now was hit so hard that it immediately stopped moving as if it had fainted, and as the insect quieted down, the poor man possessed by it did not twitch as violently as before. But Lothar did not let his guard down, and he was very careful to wrap the body of the strange insect in the pocket of the net as he lifted it, so that even if it woke up, it would not be able to threaten them for a moment.

"You'd better hurry, I don't feel right, this bug's body wasn't so hard just now, its carapace was like..."

"It's like a butterfly wing that emerges from a cocoon or a praying mantis that has just shed its old shell, hardening with exposure to air. It should have been, if its shell had been so hard in the first place, it would have ruined most of the hapless bastard's guts with a casual movement in his belly. Cheese looked at the monster and the merchant, the unbearability in his eyes quickly subsided, and he switched back to his proper state as an anatomist. The perennial secular life has given the gray robe a new understanding of life, and now he is psychologically unable to be without pressure when he is dissecting, especially when he is dissecting the body.

What happened next was a nightmare for Nuisa. She tried to open the curtain and escape from the room more than once, but her limp legs couldn't. Killing, slaughter, and both acts of killing, while brutal and violent, are completely different from elaborate vivisection. The sound of metal and fingers churning in flesh and blood in the cold instructions was obviously not too loud, but it crawled into her mind like a poisonous snake down her ear canal, unable to stop, unable to escape. Especially those eyes, the desperate eyes of the merchants, it looked at her.

By the time the bloody operation was finally over, Nuisa had dried her tears, and when Lothar carefully pulled her up from the ground, her eyes were still out of focus. Cheese frowned slightly when she looked at such a wolf lord's daughter, she lied to them, at least she hid a lot of things and didn't tell them the truth. To be honest, in the past, Grey Robe might have thrown her here to fend for herself, but now, he couldn't do that. Cheese walked up to Nuisa, pressed his forehead against the other's forehead, and closed his eyes.

After three breaths, the gray robe reopened his eyes, and the last of the magical afterglow under his eyes dissipated. At the same time, Nuisa, tormented by fear, also regained her senses. The mage didn't say anything to her, but looked back at the already cold corpse, the man had died in the autopsy, "Take the body away, you wait and Batu to find a place to burn him." It's best not to be seen. ”

By the time the three of them returned to their yurt, the companions left behind in the room were almost impatient. But before they could ask why they had been gone for so long, the Count's bloodstain and the corpse he was carrying made all the words stuck in his throat.

Lothar sighed and waved her hand at Batu, "Come with me, let's find a place to bury him." ”

"Burn it. Attach the clothes on your body. And be careful, the hundred-legged insect dies but does not stiffen. Cheese said in a firm tone, his face had not been good since the autopsy was completed. Apparently there was something in the body that made him quite uncomfortable, even a little uneasy. The mage's command to the Count would not be questioned, and he asked Batu to take another suit of clothes, and turned and walked out with the corpse on his shoulder.

After a few moments, as the sound of the horse's hooves faded away, the cat goblin blinked and tried to ask.

"What's going on? I thought that if you eat the bugs alive, they will grow in their stomachs, just to scare the children. But the guy you brought back definitely didn't believe that. ”

Cheese sat on the carpet with his face closed, thinking about something, and slowly opened his eyelids after hearing Kailas's words, "It's not eaten, the worm has been in his stomach for years." Lothar and I dissected the man, and the intestines were connected to the bug. Moreover, there are several organs missing from his stomach, which should be the lack of those organs that give the insects space to entrench in his stomach. But although some of the things in a person are not efficient, they are not superfluous, and there is no organ to which it should be, how do you guess he survived?"

The cat fairy's facial expression distorted, and following the mage's words, a conjecture naturally appeared, a not very comfortable conjecture, "You mean, the centipede in his stomach replaces the function of those displaced organs?"

"Possibly. That's really easy to do. The only problem is that the bug must know what human organs it is eating and what it does, so that it has a chance to replace it. But there's another possibility, though I don't want to admit it, but it's more likely to happen. That is..."

"It's not the worm that replaces the organ, it's the organ in the man's stomach that becomes the worm. Nuisa said this with a pale face, although he was brought back to his senses by magic, but the impact on his soul could not be recovered for a while.

Greyrobe nodded, acquiescing to her words, "Implanting a foreign parasite into a human body sounds complicated, but I can do it. Alienating one's innate inner organs into something like that is not something I can do. And why did that thing explode in front of us? I'm afraid there's someone behind it who can manipulate it from afar. ”