The sun slanted westward, and in the evening mist shrouded the vast valley.
The witchers and the old village chief arrived at the grave mound grassland. As far as they could see, there were scattered tombs protruding everywhere, covered with moss and weeds, and some tombstones were just a smooth stone, and some were simply yellow and rotten. of wood.
On the two-meter-high blood-stained wooden stake at the entrance, there were only solitary ropes that were broken in the middle. Not only was the head separated, the flesh and blood on the chest, abdomen and thighs were all tickled off by something, revealing the bones.
"Masters, is it too late today?" Village Dawo clung to his cane, his face turned pale as he glanced at the dying sun, and then turned to the corpses scattered all over the ground.
He realized that he was too impulsive, and actually chose to enter the tomb at dusk. This dark and bloody scene drowned out his enthusiasm for visiting his daughter. He suggested softly, "Why don't you go back to the village to stay for one night and come back tomorrow morning? Wan Wan One here is not only hiding from the Hungry Ghosts, but also the vampires, ghosts and other ghosts running rampant...Aren't we 'door-to-door' now?"
"Although the night will strengthen the ghoul's combat effectiveness, please rest assured..." Escal casually picked up a wooden sign with "God-killed Nigerian spy" written on his feet, and pointed his chin to Roy, who was examining the corpse in front of him. "Have you seen this guy with silver-gray eyes? With him here, even if a giant dragon strikes, he can still kill him."
Davao secretly disagreed. He looked only twenty years old. He had the least seniority among the four witcher masters and was the most "thin" in stature. He would only bluff to frighten the villagers. dragon. But Escal's boasting like this made his fear greatly eased.
"I'm sorry everyone, this time I can't appreciate the heroic appearance of the dragon." Roy lost a gnawed arm and walked into the burial place shrouded in fog and darkness, "There are only three ghouls. Destroying graves everywhere. Let's go and send them on their way together."
He opened the cork of a silver jar and shook it. Suddenly, a foul smell overflowed the mouth of the bottle, and was sent into the depths of the cemetery with the night wind, tempting the monsters that were about to move in the mist.
Escal, Aiden, and Kayan pulled out their silver swords from the back of their shoulders at the same time, guarding the frightened old village chief in the center, and bared their white teeth at him,
"Old Davao, where does the barber's house go?"
"Go west first, Irene's tomb is over there, oh, what are you guys doing!"
"Sit tight, old man!"
The three witchers directly put Davao's feet off the ground, making him laugh and cry while enjoying a rickshaw.
The scene around Davao is flying backwards - the inside of the cemetery is even more shocking, there are graves dug up by violence everywhere, those old bones with rag clothes and a few pieces of minced meat were violently dug out, and they lacked arms and legs. She slept on the grass, the tooth marks on the surface were clearly visible, like the bones left by a dog.
"Tell me about that Mr. Goldie Foy, how old is he? What does he look like?" The red-eyed man on the left holding his thigh interrupted his thoughts,
"He's about forty years old..." The old man was distracted, his muscles softened, and he described in detail, "gray hair, tall and thin, with an aristocratic hooked nose, he likes to wear stitches all over his body. A black leather jacket with dozens of potion pockets, nothing like a countryman, have you ever seen a tax collector?"
Davao took a deep breath and smiled until the crow's feet clearly appeared in the corners of his eyes, as if he saw a kind old friend,
"He looks so mean, but after a while you'll find out that he's essentially a warm-hearted, good-natured man. I've lived more than fifty years and I've never seen such a selfless and kind person. You know, he My Irene and poor folks treat diseases and only charge the most basic herbal fees."
Roy, who was at the forefront, slowed down, and an inexplicable sense of familiarity rose in his heart.
"He believed in some benevolent god or the way of nature?"
Aiden picked up a torch and lit it with Igni, and the light dispelled the darkness.
In his impression, only priests and druids who left the temple would treat the sick without expecting anything in return.
"No, no, he's never talked to me about anything about faith, he's a pragmatist. Wait, go north now!"
"Then is there anything special about him? For example, his agility and special temperament?"
Only with a speed far beyond ordinary people can Gaitan be taken away without leaving a trace.
"I haven't run against him before, how can I know how fast he is?" The old man's eyes shot a hint of memory, and he said in puzzlement, "But every time I bring little Irene to visit him, I often visit him. When I turn around and can't see him, when I try to find him, he always suddenly jumps in front of me from an unexpected place, as if... he is deliberately scaring people."
The corners of the witchers' mouths twitched, and their hearts were weird. Is the barber so wicked
"As for other characteristics, his superb haircutting skills and medical skills are the first."
The withered palm of the raised old man touched his chicken coop-like messy hair, and said, not without flaunting,
"Here's the haircut he cut for me last year..."
The four witchers looked at His Excellency the village chief carefully. The sparse white hair in the shape of a trumpet flower, with small eyes, sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks, and a weather-beaten folded face, looked like an albino giant with half-plucked hair and messy in the wind. Rooster.
"It's amazing, it's tailor-made, it makes you at least five years younger!" Escal gave a thumbs up and sincerely praised.
Davao's orange peeled old face was radiant, and he completely forgot the threat of ghouls.
"Goddie Foy's medical skills are even more remarkable. My Irene suddenly had a high fever when she was ten years old and was diagnosed with cancer in the city of Brugg... The most famous doctors in the city were helpless and concluded that she would not live more than a year. , I have begged all the temples, but there is no god to take pity on my poor daughter, who is getting weaker and thinner."
Davao recalled the unbearable past, and his aged body was filled with deep sadness.
"Until that day eight years ago, I took her to the tomb, intending to choose a resting place, but I met Mr. Godie Foy who came to pick mandala roots."
"The barber generously and selflessly took over Irene's condition, and every summer he comes to conduct a series of examinations and treatments for her... I know that taking medicine is just an excuse for him, so as not to make us ashamed and grateful."
"Under his magical medical skills, Irene's bleak life ushered in a turning point. Her condition miraculously stabilized, and she survived year after year until she was eighteen years old this year!" The old man moved emotionally. Choking, tears flickering between the puffy bags under her eyes, "Unfortunately, delay does not mean cure. Last month, Erin's cancer progressed to a terminal stage and was irreversible. She was in so much pain that she could not eat, could not speak, or even I haven't seen the last face of my savior..."
A stream of hot, cloudy old tears rolled down the village chief's cheeks, drenching the witcher's hand.
"My Erin, go to accompany her mother."
The four audience members stopped with complicated expressions and put down the old man. The various diseases are a nightmare that mortals can't get rid of.
But for the witchers, since they have survived the trial of green grass, they have hardly been sick again.
"Not long after Irene was buried, the abominable ghoul occupied the grave. For a whole month, my useless father didn't dare to visit her grave."
Davao squatted down, picked a bouquet of fragrant jasmine flowers from the grass, put it into a linen shirt, and rubbed his flushed cheeks in anger and self-reproach,
"My condolences, please trust us, you will be able to worship Erin in no time."
Escal fell into contemplation and racked his brains after comforting him. He couldn't remember any famous doctor in the north named Godie Foy.
It should be noted that the mutation of the dead is also difficult to overcome the cancer, the king of all diseases.
How did the barber continue to live so long for Irene
With such a miraculous medical skill, he should never be an unknown person.
"Doctor Gaudifoy must be very rich, and the princes and nobles will step over the threshold of his family!"
Roy asked, a strange brilliance flashed in the silver-gray pupils.
"On the contrary, he was extremely austere and lived a life of incognito. He once explained to me that if he was too famous, his time would be stolen by the rich. He was a true philanthropist. doctor."
The old man's words of gratitude from the bottom of his heart suddenly stopped, his eyes widened, and he looked not far away with a terrified expression—
In the dim mist, there was a buffalo-like behemoth crawling there, a pair of cold eyes flashing cruel light, and two rows of fangs in the bloody mouth wriggled like a saw, "There is something behind the tombstone! Ghoul!"
call out!
A slight cracking sound interrupted the old man's frightened roar.
The young witcher in front raised his hand and disappeared without a trace.
puff!
Arrows pierce flesh.
The ugly head of a hungry ghost behind the tombstone seemed to have been hit by a battering ram, and instantly exploded into a cloud of blood.
Swah—
The bowed witcher appeared from a distance in mid-air, and slashed at the body that had been knocked into the air with tremendous force.
The arc-shaped sterling silver sword light shattered the skin and bones and tore apart the night.
Half of the bloody head rose into the air and fell to the ground. The red flesh and white brain on the broken skull looked like stamens blooming in a flower bed.
The change is not over yet.
Whizzing-
Two consecutive bowstring vibrations followed.
The old man couldn't react at all, and out of the corner of his eyes, he saw blood bursting on the left and right sides.
puff puff!
He turned around in horror. The two ghouls, hidden behind the tombstone and completely unnoticed before, quietly turned into cold headless corpses with blood gushing from their necks.
bang!
Davao's right hand trembled, the crutches slipped, and he froze in place stiffly, his open mouth unable to close for a long time.
In two breaths, the monster that had plagued Kent Village for a whole month died so tragically on the spot that he couldn't even let out a roar before he died.
This kind of skill is as powerful as a god.
…
"Roy, isn't the second mutation too exaggerated for your improvement?" Kayan exclaimed, Aiden and Escal nodded in agreement, "I didn't see your movements clearly just now."
The light of the torch shone into the spotless leather armor.
The disappearing young man appeared not far away, standing between the gloomy tomb and the shining pool of blood, gracefully wiping the blood droplets on the silver sword with a white cloth, as if he just lifted his foot and stepped on a few ants to death.
"No way, this is talent! You can't force it!"
He jokingly turned to the village chief, "The danger is resolved, lead the way and visit your daughter."
Davao nodded with difficulty, and before he knew it, this not strong figure became infinitely taller in his eyes.
…
Without the ghouls, the cemetery became eerily calm in the dark.
After walking west for another ten minutes, the group came to a cemetery that was more luxurious than ordinary tombs—a bunch of withered jasmine flowers were placed, and the stone tablet erected was extremely smooth and obelisk-shaped, recording the number of times. line text —
Erin of Kent Village
my favourite
1248.4.20—1266.6.26
The old man squatted in front of the tombstone, took out the jasmine flower in his arms, offered it, and then gently stroked the inscription on the tombstone, whispering in a low voice,
"Irene, I'm sorry, the useless daddy is late... Fortunately, those whore monsters didn't destroy your sleeping place, otherwise how should I explain to your dead mother in the future?"
…
five minutes later.
After mourning, the old man took a deep breath, wiped away the tears on his face, turned around and squeezed a grateful smile at the four witchers, but did not notice the surprise on their faces.
"Sorry, I made a joke for the masters. I'll take you to Dr. Godifoy, and I'll be there in ten minutes! If I can see him, I swear I will do my best to help you convince him!"
"Don't worry, don't you think something is wrong?"
Roy looked around, and nearby graves were violently dug up. The deceased who had been sleeping for many years was molested by ghouls, leaving the corpse in the wilderness, but there was one place that was out of tune with the surrounding environment.
"Ah? What's wrong?" The old man looked blank.
"There are ten tombs nearby, and except for Erin's grave, the other nine were destroyed." Aiden interjected, "Have you ever wondered...why did the ghouls let your daughter go? Missed her rest. Place."
"Ah..." Davao's face stiffened and he clenched his cane, "Isn't this a blessing from God? Isn't this a kind of luck?"
"No, no..." Kayane walked casually to the large pit between the circular stone mounds on the left, and glanced at the stone tablet, "This Brenda has been dead for ten years, and the body has already turned into bones, still It was dug up by ghouls, knocked on the bones and sucked the marrow."
"And your daughter has only been dead for a month...well, sorry, I have no ill intentions...but there is no doubt that her body was fresh, fresh enough to drive a sharp-smelling ghoul mad."
Roy squatted in front of Irene's cemetery, picked up a pile of dirt in his hands, raised his eyebrows,
"It's like putting a piece of fresh meat in front of a group of wolves who are mad with hunger, and they will never be able to overcome their instincts and turn a blind eye to it."
"You, what do you mean?"
Davao's heart skipped a beat, his old voice trembled uncontrollably, and a strong sense of ominous rose up, making him horrified and goosebumps all over his body.
"If I'm not mistaken, your daughter's body is probably no longer in the tomb. To be precise, she was moved elsewhere before the ghouls invaded."
The icy night wind whizzed past, freezing the blood of the old man's whole body.