Chapter 967 Ethnicity (Four K)

"this..."

After 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 progeria for decades, and even used all the available medicine in the inventory. So far, nothing has been found about the knowledge, technology and items on the Internet. This premature aging disease may belong to the category of miracles and is beyond the reach of human beings.

Brave-sama, your medical skills may not be of much use..."

Before the village chief finished speaking, he saw the brave man waving his hand and saying calmly: "You're useless.

This might be useful to me.

If you don't believe it, I'll show you a magic trick. "

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

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

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

Isn't this the old visual magic trick? Hook the top half of the thumb of your right palm downwards and replace it with the top half of your left thumb. When moving your palm, pretend to pull off the thumb of your right palm.

It's not even a visual magic trick, it's just a little street trick played by children...

Stab——

I saw that the brave man actually used brute force to pull out the thumb of his right palm. In an instant, the section of the finger spurted out blood like a high-pressure faucet. The scene was incomparable.

The brave man with the dragon head mask was also well prepared. He pointed the wound to his mouth in advance and used the dragon's mouth to catch all the blood without leaking. He even had time to calmly say: "How is it, village chief, am I exposed?" One hand?"

Don't worry about how many hands were exposed. What, did you bleed more than once? The amount of bleeding was huge!

Under the shocked and stunned gazes of the village chief and other players, Li Ang pressed his broken right thumb back, instantly stopping the bleeding column, and then stuffed his entire right hand into the mouth of the faucet mask.

After a grunting sound, he took out his right hand again. There was no blood left on it, as if it had never been pulled off at all.

"This move is to reconnect severed limbs. As long as the head is not broken, it can be reattached."

Li Ang used the tone of selling Dali Pills on the street and boasted: "Actually, even if my head is cut off and it lasts for too long, I can still restore it without losing too much blood and oxygen to the brain.

It is possible to lose part of the memory, causing brain confusion, etc.

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

"no, I'm fine!"

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

"No need? That would be a pity."

Li Ang pulled out the kitchen knife from nowhere and put it back into the inner pocket of his white coat.

There was a snap, and an object like a glass ball fell from the faucet mask.

If you look closely, you can see that it is an eyeball with brown eyes.

"Ah, my eye fell off."

Li Ang stretched out his hand to catch the eyeball that slipped in the air and put it back into the mouth of the dragon's mask.

Wow——

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

Li Ang shouted: "A single dragon plays with a pearl!"

He actually grabbed all the eyeballs with his palms and threw them into the air one after another like a circus performer.

Make the eyeballs trace an arc in mid-air, and finally fall back into the mouth of the faucet mask.

Gulu——

The sound of chewing and swallowing came from the faucet mask, as if Li Ang had chewed up all the eyeballs and eaten them back into his stomach.

This time, not only the village chief's face was as pale as a piece of paper, but even Shinji Din's face was a little pale, and he felt that his sanity had dropped a bit.

Those eyeballs are probably not fakes, and there are nerve threads connected to the ends. And judging from the appearance, they are obviously not from the same person...

The more I think about it, the scarier it becomes, damn.

Ding Shinji vaguely recalled Xing Hechou's reliable evaluation of Li Risheng, which did not seem to mention that he was an abyssal monster in human form...

Li Ang ignored the looks of others, patted his belly, and said with a smile: "Village chief, how are you, my medical skills are pretty good, right?

Anyway, it’s just a try. You can’t suffer a loss or be fooled.

If I really have a way to solve the premature aging disease in your village, it can be regarded as a contribution to the tranquility of the Holy Mountain. "

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

The opponent was the first team of brave men to enter the Holy Mountain in decades, and they seemed to have killed the shadow beast and took back the bricks and stones of the Holy Mountain gate, so their strength was naturally guaranteed.

If the other party does not agree to spend the wishing opportunity to relieve premature aging symptoms, then they can only rely on medical methods...

The village chief hesitantly walked out of the house, leading the player and several village guards standing outside the house toward a corner of the village.

Within a few minutes, everyone came to a small house. When they stepped inside, they saw a lot of funeral supplies stacked in the living room.

After being introduced by the village chief, the players knew that,

Because the Guardian Village has been suffering from progeria for a long time, everyone in the village will age rapidly after the age of fourteen or fifteen, and few people can live past the age of thirty.

There is a 28-year-old villager living in this hut. He knows that his time is short, so he follows the village customs and prepares funeral supplies including coffins in advance to be ready for burial at any time.

This is also normal in the village. There is also a coffin placed in the village chief's personal study room. It is usually used upright as a bookcase. When he dies, the bookcase is turned horizontally, and the baffle is removed and he just lies inside.

Although we have long known that this day will happen to everyone, 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 houses had sad expressions on their faces. They were quite surprised when the village chief introduced them to the arrival of the "miraculous doctor".

The village still maintains the old customs. The village chief has a very high authority in the village.

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

Because the cabin was relatively narrow, Shinji Din, who was driving the Kuiniu mecha, could not enter the cabin and waited outside.

The other players followed the villagers, walked up the creaking wooden steps to the second floor, and came to the bedroom of the 28-year-old villager.

Everyone except Li Ang frowned slightly as soon as they entered the room. The windows in the room were open and the light was bright, but there was still a stale atmosphere and an atmosphere of near-death.

The villager lying on the bed was much older than the white-haired village chief. His skin was as dry and dark as dead wood, full of wrinkles, and stretched tight on his bones like dead wood.

The eyes are turbid and dim, with strands of turbid sediment floating in them.

The hair has fallen out to the extent that only one or two strands are left, growing messily on the scalp full of black spots.

"Andrew? Andrew?"

The village chief sat beside the bed and gently called the villager's name.

The latter lay quietly on the bed. After a long time, he seemed to react. He tilted his head very slowly, and the village chief's figure was reflected in his cloudy eyes.

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

The village chief asked several questions repeatedly, but couldn't get a meaningful response. Then he stood up, took a breath, gritted his teeth, made up his mind, looked at Li Ang, and said in a deep voice: "Master Brave, just help him look at it." Just take a moment."

"Um."

Li Ang nodded, moved a chair over, sat down by the bed, reached out and held the palm of the elderly villager, and slowly closed his eyes.

In a corner where others could not see, Li Ang pierced a large number of extremely thin plant fiber threads from his palm, piercing the skin of the villagers, drawing blood, and analyzing the body.

This analysis lasted ten minutes.

When the village chief and the villager's family finally couldn't sit still, Li Ang slowly opened his eyes and exhaled a long breath.

"Doctor, doctor, how is my father?"

A villager who looked like a middle-aged man, but whose actual age was unknown, asked nervously.

Li Ang turned 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.

Ahem, he's still fine,

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

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

"It can be cured."

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

The village chief and other villagers only had the word "can cure" in their minds, and they hurriedly asked: "Do you have any solution? What solution? What do you want us to prepare?"

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

He and the village chief walked to the balcony, leaned on the edge of the balcony, and waved to indicate that fellow players in the distance could come over - such a small distance could not block the hearing of teammates, and it was not confidential information, so temporary teammates needed to be guarded against.

Everyone stood on the balcony. Li Ang looked down at the street scene below and said thoughtfully: "Your Excellency, village chief, let me tell you something straight. Your village is not a normal human being, right?"

The village chief was startled when he heard this, and after a moment he sighed, "You know everything?"

"For braves of our level, we can tell the difference between some species just by smell. What's more, your village has declined a lot, and the villagers can't hide the weak scent of their own blood."

Li Ang said calmly: "But it was only when I made the diagnosis just now that I finally confirmed it.

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

The expression on the village chief's face changed, and he sighed: "Your Excellency, please don't use the pretentious and noble expressions of the Dark Race. You know your own situation best.

——————

We are just a group of corpse-eating ghouls. "

Ghoul?

Except for Hohenheim, the other players looked stunned, David frowned, and Amberli looked at the village chief again and smacked his lips, quite surprised.

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

Although it is not like the Kui Niu Mecha, which can scan all kinds of species including records in the Abnormality Society's database,

But it's enough to handle most situations in ordinary scripts.

At least when someone comes across from you, you can tell whether the other person is a human, a Terminator disguised as a human, or a vampire.

In most occult definitions, there is a very big difference between vampires and ghouls.

The former was cursed in the era and was not loved by the gods. He was neither a devil nor a human being. He fed on blood and had a series of extraordinary abilities, including but not limited to transforming into a bat, flying into the sky and escaping from the earth, controlling blood energy, regenerating extremely quickly, and becoming immortal.

And it has a long history, a huge ethnic group, and strict family rules.

All of them are handsome men and beautiful women, with added fashion value.

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

They feed on the corpses of dead people. They are ugly in appearance, have low IQ, walk on all fours, and are similar to wild beasts. Apart from rough skin and thick flesh, they have no extraordinary strength worthy of praise.

In some occult books, ghouls are even just slaves, loyal servants and pets raised by vampires, responsible for eliminating 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 quietly and explained: "In a long, long time, a time when there were no written records, our ancestors should have been just a group of the most barbaric and low-intelligence beasts.

Perhaps it was pure luck that 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 ghoul group, and over the long years, it used its sacred and indescribable great power to transform that group of ghouls.

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

Our ancestors revered the Holy Mountain so much that they voluntarily lived at the foot of the Holy Mountain, established villages, and never left.

At one point in time, a certain generation of our ancestors is said to have received a revelation from the Holy Mountain, which revealed to him that the Holy Mountain has the ability to fulfill all wishes in the world, and that a group of adventurers will arrive on the island soon.

The ancestors of that generation received the adventurers, watched them climb the snowy 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 was normal history - there was an endless stream of brave teams from all directions, coming to the Holy Mountain to accept the trial,

Our village has also become a world hub.

But, as you might have guessed, we have ghoul blood running in our veins. "

The village chief sighed helplessly and said: "The Holy Mountain has taught and inspired us, but except for the ancestors of that generation, very few people have received the divine revelation from the Holy Mountain.

Before the arrival of the brave, our village had always been sparsely populated, with only a dozen households. We relied on hunting wild beasts on the edge of the forest and eating their flesh to survive.

After the arrival of the brave men, due to intermarriage, the population size of our village continued to increase, expanding from dozens to hundreds, or even thousands. "