Seeing that the prisoner, who had been hanged before, now opened his eyes from the stone platform, and the crowd erupted into a commotion.

Especially some people who had just joined and were still skeptical of Li Yu and the Shuangxiu Sect, after witnessing this incredible scene, they were also impressed by this miracle, and they no longer had any doubts in their hearts.

Only endless piety and reverence remained.

After all, this Merlin prophet can be pulled back by the dead, and removing the curse on them must be a matter of hand.

Even some farmers who were watching the excitement nearby were shocked, and some went home and hurriedly cleaned up, and actually joined the team, hoping to follow Li Yu.

There are also some people who were cured not long ago, who had planned to leave, but then changed their minds and stayed again.

As soon as Ge Lipeng woke up, he was startled by the tsunami-like sound in his ears.

Those voices came from all directions, and finally converged into one name, Merlin! Merlin!

"How are you feeling?" Li Yu asked.

"What?"

Li Yu raised his voice and repeated the question again.

"It's a little strange physically, especially the hands and feet that don't feel like they're not mine." Ge Lipeng replied subconsciously.

After speaking, he turned his head to look at Li Yu, "It's you!" So I was really reincarnated in another world?!"

"Well, because it's a soul wear, it's normal to be a little uncomfortable at first, but slowly you will get used to the new body."

"Then the original owner of this body ......"

"Executed," Li Yu said, "a murderer." ”

Ge Lipeng nodded, seemingly having accepted his current situation, and his reaction was much calmer than Li Yu expected.

"Don't you have any doubts about why you're here?"

Ge Lipeng was stunned, "Didn't we sign a contract, I'm here to work for you." ”

"All I offer you is a job, and it's up to you to decide how you want to spend your time in this world, as long as you follow the basic rules and regulations, you are completely free to spend your time after work." Li Yu said. ，

"I remember you saying that here I can do what I love."

"That's right, you have exactly the skills we need, which is why I signed you."

Ge Lipeng sighed, "I didn't expect that one day I could turn my hobby into a means of making a living, when will we start?" ”

"Don't worry. You write a list first, tell me the tools and equipment you need, and I'll have someone match you here, and if you don't have it, I'll bring it from another plane. ”

Li Yu then took out a booklet and handed it to Ge Lipeng, "During this time, you can familiarize yourself with your new body, and then read this "Traveler's Guide", which should be able to answer a lot of your questions. ”

"Originally, according to the usual process, language training should be done before work, but now that we are outside, this part can only be made up after returning to the green field."

"It's just that this way, I'm afraid it's hard for you to communicate with people until the next traverser arrives."

"It doesn't matter," said Ge Lipeng, "I was alone most of my previous life, whether it was delivering food or doing handicrafts, and I quite like to be alone." ”

"That's good, I have something here that I want you to help me build, let's talk about it when the tools arrive, you can complete the purification ritual with me first."

The sensation caused by Ge Lipeng's arrival continues.

For several days, people in the neighborhood talked about what had happened that day, and the spread became more and more evil.

The bards who passed by were indebted, most of whom had not witnessed the miracle with their own eyes.

But this does not prevent them from doing secondary processing after hearsay, and filling it with a lot of details.

For example, Ge Lipeng descended from the sky, his body was shrouded in colorful light, or for example, the god of Saturday ordered all flowers to be opened to welcome the arrival of his servants.

There is even more outrageous saying that Ge Lipeng's head fell off at that time, but a new head grew from his neck, and there were four eyes on that head.

Anyway, it's getting more and more exaggerated.

Kieran, who calls himself a golden voice, is one of them, and he also wrote the first "Murderer from the Dead", which also has a plot of Ge Lipeng looking for his head.

However, his imagination is still not as rich as those peers, and "The Murderer Who Came Back from the Dead" was only popular for less than three days, and it was replaced by another song "Head! Head! Head! >> went over. ，

That song is also very simple, it is about Ge Lipeng's head singing in the air after his head was cut off, repenting, and praising the events of Saturday.

Strictly speaking, this idea is a bit of a plagiarism of "The Murderer Who Came Back from the Dead", but it has always been difficult to define plagiarism and borrowing in terms of art.

Besides, there is no copyright in these years, even if the other side admits that it is plagiarism, there is nothing Kieran can do.

On this day, after singing "The Murderer Who Came Back from the Dead" in the tavern, he put away the lyar in his hand, but when he looked down, he only found three sparse silver coins at his feet.

Kiran bent down and picked them up, blowing the dust off them and putting them in his shriveled purse.

When I looked up again, I saw Mrs. McGreen.

She was the widow of a knight, a human being, who had just celebrated her fifty-ninth birthday last month, weighed about two hundred pounds, and was coated in a thick layer of fat, but it still couldn't hide the wrinkles on her face.

McGlin waited for Kieran to finish singing, clapping desperately, and at the same time his face was intoxicated.

"What a beautiful song!" "Well sung," said the knight's wife, "my little bird, you should come to my house and continue your singing, and I promise to pay you a sum of money that will satisfy you." ”

"Well, thank you for your kindness, but I'm a little tired today and out of shape." Kieran said as he picked up the small half glass of ale that was left on the table and took a sip to moisten his throat.

"I really want to be a guest at your house, and sing you all my proudest songs, Mrs. McGreen, but not today, wait two more days, and I will definitely go to you in two days."

As a bard, Kieran has an abundance of means of livelihood and a flexible moral baseline.

Sometimes he didn't mind making a little use of his handsome face to soothe the dry minds and bodies of the ladies and ladies.

Engage in more in-depth communication with them in exchange for some necessary artistic grants.

But if it weren't for the fact that Mrs. McGlin, who couldn't stand it with hunger, Kieran still hoped that the friendship between the two sides could be pure, not so vulgar.

He sent away the affectionate knight's lady in a few sentences, and when he walked out of the tavern, he saw a fool in the clearing, crouching in a barrel.

The barrel was still wrapped in black cloth, leaving only one head to sing on it.