Vegetable Skeleton's Exotic Land Reclamation

The whole body is blazing with soul fire, the dirty soil is falling in the flames, and the bright blue flames are burning in the eye sockets, making it look like a death messenger crawling out of the ancient abyss. When its eyes are focused on the body, Old John It feels like the whole body is frozen.

What the hell did I pick up a bunch of stuff? Should be dead, right? Old John murmured absently.

His legs were a little weak, but he was not scared, but surprised. Old John was surprisingly not very scared.

At worst, it's just death. Anyway, I'm so old, and my legs are lame. There is no hope for the rest of my life, and death is no big deal. I just want my soul to be at peace.

It can only be said that young people in their fifties are ignorant, but young people in their nineties like Yin Coin will know that falling into the hands of undead creatures is not as simple as 'death'.

But what surprised Old John was that the gray bone skeleton that got up did not kill him, but just tilted his head to look at him, and suddenly conjured up a bag of food and put it in front of him.

ah? What's the meaning? Money to buy life? Old John had already determined that this skeleton would kill him, so any move by the other party would be negative.

Use food in exchange for life? I am not stupid, if I agree, my life will be gone, and then the dead will not need to eat, and the food will naturally be taken back.

When I was a mercenary before, I heard similar legends, the devil would turn into a beautiful woman to confuse people's hearts, and exchange the beautiful woman for something on his body. If you agree, the demon will take the thing between the legs, so that you can only look at it and use it.

Old John wouldn't be fooled by this, he shook his head resolutely and said, "I don't want food."

Ange was stunned, don't you want food? What should I do then?

Usually, when believers donate soul flames, he will return the food. Although the believer in front of him is not strong in his belief and the soul flame is very weak, but all the way back, he has saved enough for one or two strands one after another.

If you don't want food, then there is no way to equalize it. What should I do?

"what would you like."

What do I want? I want to have no worries about food and clothing, a hundred acres of land, a herd of cattle and sheep, a distinguished status, and the ability to put my foot on the magistrate's face, and he has to make up for it.

After thinking about it, Old John felt that it was too much, and said casually: "I want to cure this lame leg and become a mercenary until I am ninety years old."

This sentence was finished in one breath, that is to say, curing the lame leg, becoming a mercenary, and living to the age of ninety are connected together. The main fear is that the cured leg, becoming a mercenary, will die the next day... …

Of course, this is all casually said by Old John. He doesn’t think that the bone frame he picked up casually can cure his lame leg. In fact, instead of hacking him to death on the spot, he can give him a bag of grain, which has already made Old John Very surprised.

Heal your legs? Ange squatted down and poked Old John's lame leg.

It was a calf that was bent outward. Judging from Ange's experience of changing bones more than a dozen times, it was limped because the fracture was not restored in time, and the bone hyperplasia after healing caused the fracture to bend.

This is easy to handle, just replace the bone.

I looked around, uh, where to find the right bone?

There are indeed other corpses buried on the ground, but they are all decayed, and it is useless to dig them out.

"How about you cut it off, straighten it and put it back?" Negris, who was projected on Ange, suggested.

"Oh." Ange took out his sickle and wanted to cut off Old John's leg.

"Wait a minute, if you cut him directly like this, he will be dizzy in pain, and he will lose too much blood. You should seal his perception first, make him lose consciousness before cutting, and then seal the wound as quickly as possible to avoid excessive blood loss. Uh, grab him and don't let him get away."

Before Negris finished speaking, Old John had already got up in a hurry and ran out with a limp.

It's just that he is not afraid of death, it's not that he is not afraid of being cut. When he sees the gleaming sickle blade, he immediately has the motivation to run away. How painful it is to cut it off.

It's a pity that it was too late, Ange caught up with him as soon as he took a step, and sealed his soul before he could scream.

In an instant, Old John lost control of his body. He watched Ange put him aside, cut off his leg, cut open the outer layer of flesh, broke off the bent part of the little foot bone, and cut off the hyperplasia. When his eyes became straight, he dripped a few drops of unknown liquid on it, and then released the holy light.

Seeing this, Old John has lost his ability to think. A skeleton releasing holy light? This is definitely the holy light, because with the shining of the holy light, the calf bone that was cut off and shaved was joined together.

Not only the calf bone, but also the cut flesh slowly healed, turning into a straight and intact calf.

Make gestures between the calf and the thigh, cut off the excess, half of the calf is like a melon in the hands of the skeleton, weigh it, it is not flat, cut off a little, weigh it again, is it still not flat? Peel off a little more.

After confirming that they fit perfectly, the skeleton cast out the holy light, and irradiated the joints of the calf and thigh, then butted them together, and then used the holy light to go up.

The thigh and thigh that had been divided into two parts healed up visibly with the naked eye.

Alright, it’s done, it’s better to use a skeleton, just change one. It’s too troublesome for human beings to change bones, Ange thought to himself.

After regaining his awareness of his body, Old John didn't react for a while, and kept looking at the air with his calf up until his leg was numb. Then he stood up dubiously, and stomped on the ground with his lame leg repeatedly.

"It's great? Doesn't hurt? Doesn't bend? Doesn't you limp?" Opening his mouth, it was full of interrogative sentences. For ordinary people, this is really a miracle that shocks the soul.

However, if he saw Ange recovering the angel skeleton from a skeleton into a dull little girl little by little, he would probably not take this level of treatment seriously.

Negris was very disapproving, and urged in Ange's soul: "Okay, okay, ask him if he's okay? Okay, let's get out of here first, put your hat on, your bones are too conspicuous."

Old John said with some worries about gains and losses: "It seems a bit short."

short? It's easy to do, just drop some essence after cutting it off to speed up its growth. Ange sacrificed the scythe.

"No, no, no, it's not short, it's because I've been limping for a while and didn't get used to it, it's not short, it's not short." Old John turned pale, waved his hands quickly, and jumped a few times to show off his legs.

The scene just now had a huge impact on his mind, cutting it off and then reconnecting it, which was an ordinary scene for Ange, was enough to frighten ordinary people to the ground.

Old John is now able to speak fluently, which is already a buff for his legs to grow up and be overly happy. Do you want to do it again? He would rather have his legs half an inch shorter than do it all over again.

But it is true that he is used to lameness, and he just can't get used to it for a while, just like someone who suddenly lost a piece of tooth, can't get used to it and always wants to push it with his tongue.

Alright, now that it's 'equivalent', Ange is relieved, puts on his hat and prepares to leave.

The habit of 'equivalent' is not mandatory, but it was developed when he was still in a daze. If he didn't do it, he would be very uncomfortable, and he always felt like he hadn't done something.

However, as soon as he put on the scarecrow hat, there was a noise outside the door: "This is here, sir, this family believes in immortality, and there are many skeletons enshrined. They must want to summon skeletons. I don't know how those skeletons are. It came, maybe it was cut out by killing a living person."

A lame old man who buried the bones of the ownerless, he was said to be a demon who killed the living and sliced ​​the bones, and summoned the skeletons.

Thank you for the pure white crystal, the little girl from Beiyang, the skeleton who wants to build a foundation, the angry cotton, the luck of the air, and the tipping of the upper and lower cabinets.