Son of the Olden Days

There is no vision in the dark garden, even if people with dark vision come here, they can't see the whole garden.

But it doesn't make much sense to be able to see it. Compared to the aisles in the castle, there are also messy weeds here. The only difference is that there are more wildflowers and shrubs, unknown trees, and berries and herbs that you can occasionally see among the weeds.

Anne Baez should have relied on these berries to support her initial survival, until she resolutely gave up her life to help herself with the sword.

A werewolf with a broken arm walked in the garden, walking a little frustrated. Every time he breathed, the big wolf's head would drip with saliva.

Saul felt very tired, not because of physical exhaustion after the war, but mental depression. He is very unaccustomed to this kind of heavy friendship, just like Lucia back then, there will be nothing left in time except for the full of nostalgia and sorrow in the future.

I finally abandon the selfish orphan creed and want to pretend to be a hero, but I didn't expect it to be screwed up. Obviously the ending should be Xiao Shishi who owes herself, but in the end she owes her to her, and she will never pay it back. It's really unpredictable.

This kind of inner emptiness is very similar to that of the farewell time to Shuggs. The two went to the tomb. In the end, Shuggs stayed in the lonely mausoleum forever, but left the lonely home to himself. Sol even was the one at the time. I can't remember how I walked back.

During this trip to the rules, Sol knew that he might not be able to go back because he was tired.

Go through the garden and the dark doorway of the castle and enter the hall on the first floor. Feeling that the torches in the hall of the people came to light instantly, the whole hall was still empty and dead, Sol's sword and food package were still thrown there, and the traces of the previous battle were still there.

Saul didn't bother to pick it up. The people were no longer there. What's the use of leaving more food. He went straight through the hall to the revolving stairs. He had to do something at such a moment, even if it was something that seemed meaningless, otherwise it would be too tormenting to stay in silence.

When the little shiitake mushrooms are sent away, he can go directly to visit the owner of the rules, anyway, he remembers the door. Then tear the other party to pieces, no matter what he is, or torn to pieces by him, he can go to the **** where he should go, and the world will continue its own operation.

Maybe there will be some hemostatic herb on a certain floor of the castle. With his head running to a minimum, Thor stepped onto the revolving staircase. But when he stepped on, he tilted his head, like a hobo with all thoughts accidentally attracted by a wild flower on the side of the road.

On the side of the revolving stairs, there is a corridor that slopes downwards. After extending to the ground for a while, there is a turning point, which seems to lead to an unknown area. It's not surprising that there are so many basements in such a big castle, the library? cellar? Sol diverted and walked down.

As the footsteps stretched, the torches on the tunnel walls lit up in turn. Saul didn't know what he was looking for, and he didn't care about what he could find. He just needed a goal with no specific meaning, and it was enough to support himself through this bleak time.

After turning the passage, there is a horizontal passage, which is similar to the layout of each floor of the castle, and it should be able to lead to the rotating staircase at the other end of the passage. The rooms on the walls of this horizontal aisle are fairly dense, and you can see two or three rooms when you lift your eyes.

Saul sullen his head, raised his hand and pushed it away when he passed the first room, glanced numbly into the room and then closed it. This is obviously a place where farm tools are piled up. Perhaps the owner of this castle was a wealthy man many years ago, and he was farmed by a large number of farmhands.

Then there was the second room, where moldy and worm-eaten old books were erected in the bookcases, and various religious relics were piled all over the floor.

Saul closed the door and continued to walk forward. In fact, there was nothing in the two rooms, it was still empty and weeds. But Saul still saw something that came from hallucinations or imagination, and he needed to think of something to distract his attention.

Until the third room door was opened, Thor frowned, and a strong smell of blood came on his face, which made people very uncomfortable. The light in this room didn't turn on without wind, or it was already on, and it had nothing to do with Thor's arrival.

There are a few small steps down the stone stairs in the room, and then a short passage. You have to walk out of the short passage to get a wider view. This pattern is a bit like the cellar in the backyard of her lord's mansion, where Neferna had also rescued Chris.

The walls of this room are full of unknown blood. I believe that as long as you walk through the short aisle, you can see a terrifying sight, or face the source of the **** smell. If it were before, Saul might have been cautious, but now... he walked away carelessly.

Two or three steps down the stairs, two or three steps down the short aisle, everything in the room has a panoramic view.

The whole space is slightly larger than a prayer room in the monastery. Two immortal magic lamps are hung on the wall, and the bright light strongly drives the darkness in the room. Two ancient standard sarcophagi were placed in parallel in the central area of ​​the room, and a woman was standing there busy.

That kind of sarcophagus is undoubtedly very old, the age is too long. Sol, who has had the experience of a tomb-keeper, has studied the coffins of various eras for a while, and it can be regarded as enriching the self-cultivation of a tomb-keeper. It should be the sarcophagus of the ancient kingdom.

The overall height of the sarcophagus is almost as high as the thigh of an adult, and there is a heavy sarcophagus lid that can be pushed open or closed.

Later, because that kind of sarcophagus was too bulky, it was troublesome to enter the soil, and the cost of construction was not low. I don't know when it was banned, and it turned into a simple shape that looks like a thin diamond shape with two sharp corners cut off. The thickness of the coffin is only slightly higher than that of a corpse lying flat.

However, the two parallel sarcophagi in front of them were obviously not used to hold corpses, but were placed here to serve as workbenches.

A woman is busy standing behind a sarcophagus, picking up some broken limbs and throwing them on the lid of the stone coffin, and then stitching them with needles and threads. The lines on the surface of the sarcophagus cover have been polished smoothly by flesh and blood, and it seems that she has been working here for a long time.

This woman has an owl head, and her bright pupils look at the needle and thread in her hand intently. Her hands have human skin, but they are already faintly ulcerated, and her complexion is also gray and rotten, but the rotten hands are very stable.

This head is obviously very strange. It reminds Thor at first glance of the era of plagues. There used to be a group of people who called themselves plague doctors who wore bird-head masks and walked in the world to fight against the epidemic, but this woman’s owl head was not mask.

The reason Saul could recognize her as a woman at a glance was because of her human-like figure and a filthy gray robe on her body.

On the woman's hand, there is a piece of leather that I don't know what it is, and there are some tools, such as knives, needles, and scissors.

The strong smell of blood in the room comes from the corpses and heads piled up in the corner, or the various broken limbs that are indistinguishable.

There are humans, and some are fluffy and indistinguishable. Then Saul quickly found out with a little amusement that the werewolf arm he had previously broken had also been picked up here, and he didn't know if it was a good job by some guy who was cleaning in the castle.

After that arm left him, it broke away from the transformation effect and changed back to the shape of a human arm again. I can recognize it at a glance because the sleeves of my black coat are still on the broken arm, and the star-shaped metal buttons on the cuffs were stitched by Beth herself.

This room and this bird-headed woman are undoubtedly very strange, because this room is obviously real, and there is no longer just empty space and weeds. What's more, what this woman did was also very weird, as if she was producing a suture monster, splicing fragmented limbs together.

"What are you doing?" Saul asked after silently watching the woman stitch a female arm to a sturdy male chest. He should have asked more and more detailed questions, but Saul decided to get rid of his bottom line.

Not surprisingly, no answer was received, and even this woman had never even had a short pause in her hands. Saul didn't care either, and went straight to the place where the broken limbs were piled up in the corner, picked out his arm, and walked back to the sarcophagus.

"Can you sew it for me?" Saul smiled happily, covering the bird's head woman's sight with his severed hand, provocatively.

"Lying there." Who knew the owl woman actually answered. She didn't look at Saul, but pointed to another empty sarcophagus next to her. Her voice is a bit sharp and rough, it doesn't sound like a human, but it doesn't seem to be a bird either.

Thor looked back at the other sarcophagus, which was relatively clean on the surface, at least unlike the bird-headed woman here, the workbench was already stained with blood. Saul raised his eyebrows, lifted his transformation into a human form, and then lay down on the clean sarcophagus.

The length of the sarcophagus was not enough, and Thor's ankle was exposed after lying down, besides the coldness of the stone beneath him.

After Sol lay still, the owl woman pulled out a blood-stained rag and wiped her hands. Then he walked over and stood beside Sol, half-bending to cut a gap in Sol's broken sleeve, exposing Sol's broken limb.

Then I took a bottle of green stuff like pus and smeared it on the fractured part of the limb with a small brush. Saul originally thought that there would be some hot tingling sensation, but there was no such thing as a cold and refreshing sensation in his consciousness as if he had eaten a slice of mint.

Then Saul found that he was suddenly paralyzed, or that he lost his sense of touch and control of his body. If the woman wanted to harm him, she could take advantage of it, but she didn't. The woman stretched out a rotten hand and picked up Thor's severed hand.

It fits on Thor's severed limb like a splicing, then lowers his head and starts to stitch together, the bright bird pupil is as focused as before.

Observing her weird appearance so close, to be honest, it is still a bit horrible for an ordinary person, but Thor feels nothing. Just because the neck couldn't be lifted, Saul could only roll his eyes down desperately, watching her piercing the needle vaguely.

Although I can't see her specific techniques, I can still feel the calmness of the other party's veteran tailor-like temperament. Seeing that in the end, Saul only came to a quick conclusion, almost useless the time to swallow a piece of bread, the other party actually finished it.

Then she stopped paying attention to Saul and went back to her desk to keep busy. After a few breaths, Saul realized that his body was able to move. He supported his body suspiciously, wanting to see what the woman had sewed his hands into.

But before he had time to see Saul, he was already in shock, because there is no point in the matter of severing limbs, whether they are sewn or glued together. After all, you only sew the skin, even if you barely sew it and break your hand, it is still useless.

The problem is that now that Sol subconsciously habitually supports his body with his elbows, the broken arm can actually bear the force.

This is impossible! Thor suddenly tilted his head to look at his broken limb, where his arm happened to grow, and he couldn't even find the broken wound and stitches. Subconsciously squeezed a fist, the power was transferred to the arm, and the whole arm seemed to have never been broken.

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