The sun rises and sets, and the cycle goes back and forth. Wang Xiaoming's death is insignificant at all, and it does not have the slightest impact on this world that does not belong to him. Of course, if it must have an impact, it is that the Salo Chamber of Commerce, which has always had a good reputation, went bankrupt, and then
It is the slave market in Britain that has emerged with a large number of high-quality slaves, making many buyers happy...
In a huge villa on the eastern outskirts of Yalaschi City, a man who looked to be in his thirties was concentrating on dissecting a corpse. It was not so much dissection as processing, with a small short knife.
He skillfully opened the abdominal cavity of the corpse and cut out all the tissues except the heart in an orderly manner. What's even more strange is that the internal organs, which were obviously full of body fluids, immediately formed a layer of frost on the surface once they left the body.
The thick and dirty bodily fluids were sealed inside, and then the man threw them into the trash can nearby.
It can be seen from the man's skillful operation that he must have dissected many corpses. Of course, if you have a darker mind, you can also think that he has even dissected living people. In just a few minutes, the abdominal cavity of this male corpse was
It was all cleaned up, leaving only a solitary heart on the left side of the chest. After doing this, the man took a breath and wiped the unnecessary sweat on his forehead with his sleeve.
Then he began to use a knife to carve complex lines on the skin of the corpse. The lines were very similar to the magic circle on the stone slab where the corpse was lying, but much more complicated. During the process, the man had the opportunity to take a look from time to time.
The book floating in the air next to it has a lot of strange words written on it, as well as combinations of lines that look like ghost symbols. The light in the room is very dim, all the windows are closed, and the curtains block the sunlight outside.
, but this does not seem to affect this man's sight.
The only sound in the slightly empty room was the sound of knives cutting meat. In front of one wall was a row of huge transparent jars filled with light blue liquid. Some of the jars contained corpses, some were rotten, and some were still intact.
From time to time, a few bubbles will appear on the skin of the body.
Finally, the man carved strange patterns all over the body. With a wave of his hand, the book automatically closed and flew to the other side of the room on the chaotic bookshelf with books. However, its return made the bookshelf appear
Even more chaotic.
"The following is infused with mithril." The man reached out and grabbed the ring on his left ring finger. He took out a piece of mithril from it. If such a large piece of mithril appeared in the magic commodity trading market, it would definitely be
It made countless mages crazy, but this man was obviously used to it, and he didn't see how the man did it. The mithril in his hand turned into liquid, and at the same time it seemed to become alive. It followed the skin that had been engraved before.
The magic circle penetrated into the skin, and countless silver threads crisscrossed under the skin, and finally converged on the heart.
If you illuminate the corpse with light at this time, you will definitely find that his body will reflect the light in flickering ways.
Then the man took out a magic crystal the size of a quail egg, put it into the hole he had drilled in the heart, and casually emitted a trace of psychic energy, stimulating the heart. The already dead heart was like this.
It jumped.
It was obvious that the man was very excited when he saw the heart beating. However, this excitement did not last long. As the heart beat accelerated, the surface of the corpse began to crystallize. After a while, thick ice crystals wrapped the entire corpse.
.The heart also stopped beating.
It seems that the experiment failed.
"Bang!"
The man waved his hand angrily and smashed the corpse, extracting the mithril. The gathered mithril quickly cooled down and was thrown back into the space ring by the man. "Hey, it failed again. There are no more usable corpses."
, it seems that I am going to be a gravedigger again..."
Having said that, it seemed as if there was a blizzard in the whole room. All the corpse fragments and the internal organs in the trash can under the test table disappeared together with the man after a flash of blue light.
Yalaschi Cemetery is a relatively formal cemetery group, owned by Yalaschi City. It is located in the southeast of Yalaschi, with a large forest behind it. To be buried here, you must pay a guardianship fee.
Used to protect your body from someone, such as a gravedigger, stealing it.
In order to facilitate care, the cemetery is divided into many small communities. Each community is assigned a tombkeeper to prevent someone from stealing the corpse. There have always been very few people here, and except for the tombkeeper, basically no one comes here.
Desolation and silence are synonymous with this place, and privately some people call it an abandoned place.
Because most of the people buried here were civilians, the bodies of nobles would not be buried in such a place, so few people would come back to mourn them.
As darkness fell, a man held a magic crystal lamp and shuttled between cemeteries. It was obvious that he was the guy who said he wanted to rob graves and dig up corpses!
He came here to find fresh graves, because the degree of decay of newly buried people is the lowest and they are suitable for experiments.
But it’s not every day that someone is sent here for burial. In this world, the sale of corpses is also legal. For example, necromancers often use corpses. In the hands of the ruling forces, people die every day. Slaves
, civilians, these corpses can be sold, so naturally some people will take risks to steal the corpses, so most of the time they return without success.
After all, given his status, he was too lazy to compete with a group of ordinary people for a corpse. That would be too embarrassing.
"I am a gravedigger. I am very good at digging graves. I can dig dozens of graves every day. They are very beautiful..." He hummed softly the Gravedigger's Song he created while unhurriedly digging.
Wandering in the cemetery, because with his ability, the tombkeeper had no chance of discovering him, so he was not in a hurry.
Britain is often shrouded in fog, but tonight is a rare sunny day, and the field of vision is exceptionally wide. He immediately discovered a fresh tomb, "Huh? A new tomb?"
The man stopped in front of a grave and reached out to grab a handful of soil on the grave. "The soil is very new. It should be a newly buried grave. I'm lucky today. I walked across a new grave after walking for so long."
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There is only a tombstone and a bouquet of flowers in front of the bare tomb, "Don Quixote was born in 4331 and died on November 9, 4348. The person who erected the monument... Safi."
"Did you die so young? As time goes by, your body will eventually turn into a pile of bones. Why not let me do experiments on it, which can be regarded as a blessing!"
In front of Xiao Ming's grave, the mysterious man muttered a few serious words, then stretched out his hand. The soil on the grave began to shake, as if it had changed from solid to liquid, and the coffin under the grave looked like a piece of foam soaked in water. , slowly floated up.
Immediately afterwards, the metal nails driven around the coffin made several squeaking and groaning sounds, and were pulled out by an unknown force. Finally, the coffin lid opened, and the man saw the dead body lying inside.
With fair skin, curly hair, and youthful appearance, "It's such a pity to die so early..."
"Huh? This?" The man who was looking at Xiao Ming's body couldn't help but froze, and asked two questions in succession, as if he had encountered something strange, "Interesting, I want to see what the reason is!"
The man pulled Xiao Ming's body out of the coffin, and then restored the grave to its original state. He did not intend to dig another grave. As soon as the blue light passed, it disappeared into the cemetery.
It was still the stone platform covered with magic circles, but this time lying on it was Xiao Ming, who had been stripped of his clothes. His somewhat dirty body had also been cleaned, except for a half-finger-wide wound on his neck. This corpse looks a bit hideous.
"The person is dead, but the soul is not taken away by death, but curled up into a ball and hidden in the body. This is really magical!"
After muttering a few words to himself, the mysterious man stretched out his left hand and gently placed it on Xiao Ming's body. The light blue particles appearing in the air continued to seep into Xiao Ming's body.
After maintaining it for a period of time, the mysterious man suddenly raised his hand, and a thin mist-like thread came out of Xiao Ming's body and wrapped around the mysterious man's hand. Then the man began to pull the thin thread, forming a cloud-like mass. The same thing was pulled out of Xiao Ming's forehead!
"Click!" Just when the cloud was about to be completely pulled out, the thin mist-like threads were all broken, and the cloud-like thing sank into the body again.