Gamers Are Fierce

"This..."

Hearing Li Ang’s words, the village chief hesitated for a moment, thought for a moment, and sincerely said: “It’s true that there are doctors in our village. They have been studying the nature of premature aging for decades, and even used everything in the inventory. The knowledge, technology, and materials on the Internet are still nothing. This kind of premature aging disease may belong to the category of miracles, which is beyond the reach of humans.

Lord Brave, your medical skills may not have much effect..."

Before the village chief had finished speaking, he saw the brave man wave his hand and calmly said: "You are useless,

I might be useful.

If you don't believe me, I will show you a magic trick. "

After that, Li Ang took off the mirage dragon red hyena coat and gloves on his right hand.

Raise your right arm horizontally and place your right palm horizontally with your palm facing you. Then use your left index and middle fingers to gently pinch the thumb of your right palm to make a horizontal stretch.

The village chief was stunned for a moment, rather dumbfounded.

Isn't this the old-fashioned visual magic? The upper half of the thumb of the right palm is hooked down, and the upper half of the left thumb is used instead. When the palm is shifted, pretend to pull off the right thumb.

Not even visual magic, it's just street tricks for kids...

Stabbed...

I saw that the brave man actually pulled out the thumb of his right palm with brute force. In a short time, blood was sprayed from the cross section of his finger like a high-pressure faucet.

And the dragon head mask brave had already prepared. He pointed the wound to his mouth early and caught all the blood with the dragon’s mouth without leaking. He even said calmly, "How about it, village chief, am I? One hand?"

Don't worry about how many hands are exposed, so what, don't you just stop bleeding? The amount of bleeding is huge!

In the shock and consternation gaze of the village chief and other players, Li Ang pushed back the broken right thumb, instantly stopped the blood column, and then put his right hand into the mouth of the dragon head mask.

After a rumbling sound, he took out his right hand again, and there was no blood remaining on it, as if it had not been pulled off at all.

"This trick is to reconnect the limbs, as long as the head is not broken, you can get it back.

Li Ang used the tone of selling Dali pills on the street, and the salesman boasted: "In fact, even if the head is broken, and the brain does not lose too much blood and oxygen for too long, I can get it back.

It is possible to lose part of the memory, leading to brain confusion and so on.

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

"no, I'm fine!"

The village chief raised his hands and quickly refused. The pale expression on the old face gave a sense of sight that he might faint at any time.

"No need? That's a shame."

Li Ang will not know where he drew the chopper, race it back into the inside pocket of the white coat,

With a click, a glass ball fell from the faucet mask.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be an eyeball with brown-yellow pupils.

"Ah, my eyes fell out."

Li Ang reached out to catch the eyeball that had fallen in the air, and returned it to the mouth of the dragon head mask.

Wow----

In 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 yelled: "Single Dragon Plays Pearl!"

I grabbed all the eyeballs with my palms and threw them into the air one by one like a circus show.

Make the eyeball traverse an arc in the air, and finally fall back into the mouth of the dragon head mask.

Guru--

The sound of chewing and swallowing came from the dragon head mask, like Li Ang chewing all his eyeballs back into his stomach.

This time, not only was the village head's face pale as white paper, but Ding Shinji's face was a little pale, and he felt that his sanity was worth a little.

Those eyeballs are presumably not fakes, and nerve filaments are connected to the ends, and from the appearance, they are obviously not a person...

The more I think about it, the more terrifying it gets, shit.

Ding Shinsi suddenly remembered Xing Hechou's reliable evaluation of Li Risheng, and it didn't seem to mention that he was an abyssal monster in a human form...

Li Ang ignored other people's gazes, patted his belly, and said with a smile, "Village Chief, how is it? My medical skills are pretty good, right?

Anyway, it’s just a try. It won’t be a loss or a fool.

If I really have a way to solve the premature aging disease in your village, it can be considered as a contribution to the peace of the holy mountain. "

The village chief wanted very much to refuse politely, but when the words came to his lips, he turned into, "Then...try it first..."

The opponent was the first brave team to step into the sacred mountain in decades, and it seemed to have killed the shadow beast and regained the bricks of the sacred mountain gate, so the strength was naturally guaranteed.

If the other party does not agree to spend the opportunity to make a wish on relieving premature aging, then it can only rely on medical techniques...

The village chief hesitated to walk out of the house, leading the player and several village guards who were guarding outside the house, towards the corner of the village.

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

After the village chief introduced, the players knew that

As the guardian village suffers from premature aging for a long time, everyone in the village will age rapidly after the age of fourteen or five. Few people can live beyond thirty.

A 28-year-old villager lived in this hut. He knew that there was not much time, so according to the village custom, he prepared funeral supplies including coffins in advance and was ready for burial at any time.

This is also the norm in the village. In the village head’s personal study room, there is also a coffin, which is usually used as a bookcase vertically. Whenever he dies, he will put the bookcase horizontally, remove the baffle, and lie down directly.

Although it has long been known that everyone has such a day, the pain of continuing to feel the approaching death is still unacceptable.

The family members of the villagers in the house busy with funeral matters all have sad expressions on their faces. When the village chief introduced them to the "general doctor", they were quite surprised.

The old customs are still maintained in the village, and the village chief said one thing in the village and has a very high authority.

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

Because the cabin is relatively narrow, Shinji Ding, who is driving the Kui Niu Mecha, cannot enter the room and waits outside.

Other players followed the villagers, along the creaking wooden steps, up to the second floor, and came to the bedroom of the 28-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 dying atmosphere.

The villager lying on the bed is much older than the gray-haired village chief, and his skin is as dry and dark as rotten wood, full of wrinkles, tightly stretched on the bones like dry wood.

The eyes are muddy and dim, with strands of muddy sediment floating,

The hair had fallen out to the point where only one or two strands remained, and it grew messy on the scalp covered with black spots.

"Andrew? Andrew?"

The village chief sat by the bed and called the villager’s name softly.

The latter lay quietly on the bed. After a long time, he seemed to have a reaction. He tilted his head very slowly, and the shadow of the village chief was reflected in his muddy eyes.

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

The village chief asked a few questions repeatedly, but couldn't get a meaningful response. Then he stood up, took a breath, gritted his teeth, and decided to look at Li Ang, and said in a deep voice: "My hero, you can help him. Come on."

"Ok."

Li Ang nodded, moved a chair over, sat down by the bed, stretched out his hand to hold the palm of the old villager, and slowly closed his eyes.

In a corner that other people can't see, Li Ang pierced a large number of extremely thin plant fiber threads through the skin of the villagers, drawing blood, and analyzing the body.

This analysis took ten minutes to analyze,

When the village chief and the villager's family were finally unable to sit still, Li Ang slowly opened his eyes and let out a long suffocating breath.

"Doctor, how is my father?"

A villager who looked like a middle-aged man and didn't know his actual age asked nervously.

Li Ang turned to look, nodded calmly, and said, "Are you the family member of the deceased?"

? ? ?

The room atmosphere is stagnant,

Li Ang patted the back of the dragon's head mask and smiled awkwardly, "I'm sorry, this patient's condition is so special that even I mistakenly thought he was dead.

Keke, he is fine,

I just took a look at this progeria..."

"How is it?" the village chief asked nervously.

"Can cure."

Li Ang dragged his voice and said slowly, "But it's very, very troublesome."

The village chief and the villagers left only the word "can be cured" in their minds, and hurriedly asked: "Do you have a way? What way? What should we prepare?"

Li Ang waved his hand and got up from the chair, "Go out and talk."

He and the village chief walked to the balcony, leaning on the edge of the balcony, and waved to signal that the player companions in the distance could also come over-such a small distance could not block the hearing of teammates, and it was not confidential information, so temporary teammates should be guarded against.

Everyone stood still on the balcony, and Li Ang looked down at the street scene below, and muttered: "Your Excellency, I have something to say, your village, isn't it a normal human being?"

The village chief was startled when he heard the words, and a moment later he let out a long sigh, "You all know?"

"For brave men of our level, we can tell the difference between some species by smell alone. What's more, your village has declined a lot, and the villagers can't conceal their weak blood."

Li Ang said calmly, "But I only confirmed it when I diagnosed it just now.

The race that your village belongs to should be a dark race that feeds on living creatures. "

The village chief’s expression changed, and he sighed: "Your Excellency, don’t use the pretentious noble language of the dark race. You know your situation best.

——————

We are just a group of ghouls devouring corpses. "

Ghoul?

Except for Hornheim, the other players' expressions were startled, David frowned, and Ambori looked at the village chief again and smacked his lips, quite surprised.

These players belonging to large organizations actually carry detection equipment and props.

Although it is not like Kui Niu Mecha, it can scan all kinds of species materials including records in the database of the abnormal society,

But it is also sufficient to deal with most situations in ordinary scripts.

At least when someone walks over to the other side, he can tell whether the other person is a human, a terminator disguised as a human, or a blood clan.

In most occult definitions, there is a very big difference between blood family and ghoul.

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

And it has a long history, huge ethnicity, and strict family rules,

All of them are handsome men and beautiful women, with their own fashionable value bonus.

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

They feed on the corpses of dead people. They are ugly in appearance, low in IQ, and walk on all fours. They are similar to beasts. Except for their thick skin and thick flesh, they have no extraordinary power worthy of praise.

In some occult classics, ghouls are even slaves, loyal servants and pets raised by the blood race, responsible for eliminating potential enemies or serving as cannon fodder to death.

With the eyes of Hohenheim and others, it is almost impossible to mistake these two creatures unless...

The village chief sighed ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and explained: "For a long, long time, until there was no record in any dictionary, our ancestors should have been just a group of wildest and low-intellectual beasts.

Perhaps it was simple luck. They crossed the ocean and came to this land. As the first residents, they were inspired by the holy mountain.

The holy mountain has accepted the ghouls and has transformed that group of ghouls with sacred and unspeakable power over the long years.

It transformed it from an ugly beast with wisdom into a human form.

Our ancestors admired the sacred mountain extremely, voluntarily survived at the foot of the sacred mountain, established villages, and never left.

At one point in time, one of our ancestors is said to have received the revelation of the holy mountain, revealing that the holy mountain has the ability to satisfy all the wishes of the world, and that there will be a group of adventurers who will arrive on the island in the near future.

The ancestors of that generation received adventurers and watched them climb the snow-capped mountains, complete the trials, and finally realize their wishes.

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

After that, it’s the normal history-a continuous stream of brave teams from all directions come to the holy mountain for trials,

Our village has also become a hub of the world.

But, as you might guess, the blood of ghouls runs through our veins. "

The village chief sighed helplessly and said: "The Holy Mountain has taught and inspired us, but apart from that generation of ancestors, few people have received the Holy Mountain's enlightenment.

Before the arrival of the brave, our village had been sparsely populated and maintained at the scale of more than a dozen households. It was possible to survive by hunting wild animals on the edge of the forest and eating their flesh and blood.

After the arrival of the brave men, due to intermarriage and marriage, the population of our village has continued to rise, from dozens of people to hundreds of people, and even thousands of people. "