Gamers Are Fierce - Chapter 968

[Chapter 967 Ethnicity (4K)]

“This…”

Hearing Li Ang’s words, the village chief hesitated for a moment, thought for a moment, and said sincerely: “To be honest, there are doctors in our village who have been studying the nature of premature aging for decades, and even used All the knowledge, technology and items that can be used in the inventory, so far, still nothing. This kind of premature aging disease may belong to the category of miracles, which is beyond the reach of human beings.

Your medical skills may not play a big role. ..” Before the

village chief could finish speaking, he saw the brave man wave his hand and calmly said: “You are useless,

mine may be useful.

If you don’t believe me, I will show you a magic trick.” After speaking

, Li Ang took off the With the Mirage dragon red mane coat glove in the right hand,

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

The village chief was stunned for a moment, and he couldn’t help 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 part of the thumb of the left hand is used instead. When panning the palm, the right thumb is pretended to be pulled off. It

is not even a visual magic trick. It is a street trick played by children. That’s it…

Thorn –

I saw that the brave man actually pulled out the thumb of his right palm with brute force. In an instant, the cross-section of the finger spurted blood like a high-pressure water tap, and the situation was incomparable.

And the dragon-head masked hero was well prepared, he pointed the wound to his mouth in advance, caught all the blood with his dragon’s mouth, and even had time to calmly say: “How is it, village chief, am I, exposed? One hand?”

Don’t care how many hands you show, what, did you bleed more than once? The amount of bleeding is huge!

Under the shocked and stunned gazes of the village chief and other players, Li Ang pressed the broken right thumb back again, instantly stopping the blood column, and then shoved the entire right hand into the mouth of the dragon head mask

. He pulled out his right hand again, and there was no blood on it, as if it had never been pulled off at all.

“This trick is to keep the limbs connected. As long as the head is not broken, it can be picked up again.”

Li Ang used the tone of selling Dali Pills on the street, and boasted: “In fact, even if the head is broken, it will continue for too long. As long as the brain does not lose too much blood and oxygen, I can also pick it up.

It is possible to lose some memory, cause brain confusion, etc.

If you want to experience it yourself, village chief, I have a knife here. ..”

“No, no!” The

village chief raised his hands and hurriedly refused, the pale expression on the old face made one feel that he might faint at any time.

“Isn’t it necessary? That’s a pity.”

Li Ang returned the kitchen knife he didn’t know where to pull it out into the inner pocket of his white coat, and with

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

Looking closely, it turned out to be an eyeball with brownish-yellow eyes.

“Ah, I lost my eye.”

Li Ang reached out and grabbed the eyeball that had slipped in the air, and put it back into the mouth of the dragon head mask.

Crash –

the next second, dozens of eyeballs of different sizes, shapes, and pupil colors rolled down from the mouth of the dragon head mask.

Li Ang shouted in a low voice: “Single dragon playing with beads!

” Like a circus performance, they are thrown into the air one by one,

causing the eyeballs to traverse an arc in mid-air, and finally fall back into the mouth of the dragon head mask.

Gulu –

The sound of chewing and swallowing came from the dragon head mask, as if Li Ang chewed all the eyeballs and ate them back to his stomach.

This time, not only the village chief’s face was as pale as white paper, but even Ding Shinji’s face was a little hairy. Bai, I feel like my sanity has lost a bit.

Those eyeballs are presumably not fakes, and the ends are still connected with nerve threads, and from the appearance, it is obviously not a person’s… The more you

think about it, the more terrifying it is, shit.

Ding Shinsi suddenly remembered Xing Hechou’s reliable evaluation of Li Risheng, which didn’t seem to mention that he was an abyss monster dressed in human form…

Li Ang ignored other people’s eyes and patted his belly. He smiled and said: “Village Chief, how is it, my medical skills are still decent, right?

Anyway, I just try it, I can’t buy it, I can’t buy it, and I can’t be fooled.

If I really have a way to solve the problem of premature aging in your village, it can be considered for the sake of the Holy Spirit. Shan Anning can make some contribution.” The

village chief wanted to politely refuse, but when he said it, it became, “Then…let’s try…” The

other party was the first team in decades. The brave team that stepped into the holy mountain range, and it seems that they killed the shadow monster and regained the bricks and stones of the holy mountain gate. The strength is naturally guaranteed.

If the other party does not agree to spend the wishing opportunity on the relief of premature aging, it can only rely on medical techniques… The

village chief hesitated to walk out of the house, leading the player and several village guards outside the house to the corner of the village go.

After a few minutes, everyone came to a small house, stepped into it, and saw a lot of funeral supplies stacked in the living room.

Through the introduction of the village chief, the players learned that

because the guardian village has been plagued by premature aging for a long time, everyone in the village will rapidly age after the age of fourteen or five, and few people can live beyond the age of thirty.

A twenty-eight-year-old villager lived in this hut. He knew that his time was short, so he prepared funeral supplies including coffins in advance according to the customs of the village, and was ready for burial at any time.

This is also the norm in the village. In the village chief’s personal study, there is also a coffin. Usually, it is used as a bookcase. When he dies, the bookcase is placed horizontally, and the baffle is removed.

Although we have long known 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 house all had sad expressions on their faces. They were quite surprised when the village chief introduced them to the “magic doctor”.

The village still maintains the old customs. The village chief speaks the truth in the village and has high authority.

The villager’s family quickly agreed to let the genius doctor go upstairs for consultation.

Due to the narrowness of the hut, Ding Shinji, who was driving the Kui Niu mecha, could not enter the house. He waited outside the house. The

other players followed the villagers and walked up the second floor along the creaking wooden steps, and came to the second floor. The bedroom of an 18-year-old villager.

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

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

. The strands of cloudy sediment, the

hair has fallen off to the extent that only one or two strands are left, and it grows messily on the scalp full of black spots.

“Andrew? Andrew?” The

village chief sat beside the bed and called out the name of the villager. The

latter lay quietly on the bed. He turned his head, and the village chief’s figure was reflected in his cloudy eyes.

“We have found a doctor for you. If it goes well, he can cure your premature aging disease, and maybe he can save other people, even our village. Can you hear me?” The

village chief repeatedly asked a few times. I couldn’t get a meaningful response, so I stood up, took a deep breath, gritted my teeth, and decided to look at Li Ang, and said solemnly: “Master Brave, just help him take a look.

” .”

Li Ang nodded, moved a chair over, sat down beside the bed, reached out to hold the palm of the aging villager, and slowly closed his eyes.

In the corners that other people can’t see, Li Ang pierced a large number of extremely slender plant fiber threads in his palm, pierced through the skin of the villagers, drew blood, and analyzed 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 let out a long breath.

“Doctor, how is my father?”

asked a villager who looked like a middle-aged man but didn’t know his actual age.

Li Ang turned his head to look, nodded calmly, and said, “Are you the family member of the deceased?”

? ? ?

The atmosphere in the room was stagnant.

Li Ang patted the back of the faucet mask and smiled awkwardly, “I’m sorry, this patient’s situation is so special that even I mistakenly thought he was dead.

Cough, he is alright,

I I just looked at it, this premature aging disease…”

“How is it?” the village chief asked nervously.

“Can cure.”

Li Ang lengthened his voice and said slowly, “But it’s very, very troublesome.” The

village chief and all the villagers had only the word “can cure” left in their minds, and hurriedly asked: “Do you have any? Any way? What way? What do you want us to prepare?”

Li Ang 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 on the edge of the balcony, and waved his hand to signal that the player companions in the distance could also come over – such a distance can’t block it. The hearing of teammates, and it is not classified information, needs to be guarded against temporary teammates.

Everyone stood on the balcony, Li Ang looked down at the street scene below, and said in a deep voice: “Your Excellency, the village chief, I will tell you the truth. Your village is not a normal human being, right?

” “You all know?”

“For a hero of our level, the smell alone can tell the difference between some species. What’s more, your village has declined a lot, and the villagers can’t hide their weak blood. Breath.”

Li Ang said calmly: “But I only finally confirmed it when I was diagnosed just now.

The race to which your village belongs should be some kind of dark race that feeds on fresh creatures.” The

village chief’s expression changed, He sighed: “Your Excellency, don’t pretend to be noble with the dark race. You know your own situation best.

We are just a group of ghouls that devour corpses.”

Ghoul?

Except for Hohenheim, the other players were startled, David frowned, Amberley looked at the village chief again, smacking his mouth, quite surprised.

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

Although they are not like the Kui Niu mecha, they can scan various species, including those recorded in the Abnormal Society database,

but they are sufficient . Cope with most situations in a normal script.

At least when a person came across, it was possible to identify whether the other person was a human, a Terminator disguised as a human, or a vampire.

In most occult definitions, vampires and ghouls are very different.

The former era is cursed, not loved by gods, neither devil nor human, feeds on blood, and possesses a series of extraordinary abilities, including but not limited to incarnation of bats, flying to the sky, manipulating blood energy, rapid regeneration, immortality,

And it has a long history, a huge ethnicity, and a family of rules and regulations. All of them

are handsome men and beautiful women, and they have their own fashion value bonus.

The earliest ghouls from Arabian legends are much lower-end.

They feed on dead corpses. They are ugly in appearance, low in intelligence, and walk on all fours, similar to beasts. Except for their rough skin and thick flesh, they have nothing to praise. Extraordinary power,

in some occult books, ghouls are even slaves, loyal servants and pets raised by the blood clan, responsible for clearing potential enemies, or serving as cannon fodder to die.

From the perspective of Hohenheim and others, it is almost impossible to mistake these two creatures, unless… the

village chief sighed and explained: “In an era that was so long, so long that there were no records in any dictionaries, our ancestors should have It’s just a group of the most savage and low-minded beasts.

Maybe it was pure luck, they crossed the ocean and came to this land. As the first residents, they were inspired by the holy mountain. The

holy mountain accepted the ghouls, and In the long years, with the great power of the sacred and indescribable, the ghoul

has been transformed. It has been transformed from an ugly beast, with wisdom, into a human form.

Our ancestors revered the holy mountain very much and volunteered Survive in the era at the foot of the holy mountain, build a village, and never leave.

At one point in time, one of our ancestors was said to have received a revelation from the holy mountain, revealing to him that the holy mountain has the ability to satisfy all the wishes of the world, and that there will be a branch of The adventurer will arrive on the island soon.

The ancestors of that generation received the adventurer, watched each other climb the snowy mountain, completed the trial, finally realized the wish,

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

After that, it’s a regular history—teams of heroes from all over the world come to the holy mountain for trials, and

our village has become a world hub.

But, as you might guess, we have ghoul blood in our veins. The

village chief sighed helplessly and said, “The holy mountain has taught us and inspired us, but apart from that generation of ancestors, very few people have received the divine revelation from the holy mountain.

Before the arrival of the brave, our village was sparsely populated and maintained at the scale of a dozen households. We could survive by hunting wild beasts on the edge of the forest and eating their flesh and blood.

After the arrival of the brave, due to intermarriage, the population size of our village continued to rise, from dozens to hundreds, or even thousands. ”

[End of this Chapter]