Survival in the Underground Palace: I have an analytical eye at the beginning

Chapter 43
The tide keeps washing against the shore, and the broken stones and gravel can't help but be swept away by the white waves.

A group of warriors in red armor appeared at this place with weapons, but when they came, all the fighting was over, and there were only deep pits that showed that there had been fierce fighting in this place.

【Red Praetorian】

[The joint guard of the second-floor underground palace]

[Responsibilities: Specialize in managing private fights, composed of some strong people, with extremely high combat effectiveness and authority, and have the powerful effect of maintaining regional stability and reducing crime rates. 】

"This is Squad 42, we found an anomaly here, please reply!"

"OK, got it!"

And as the world police, they have the direct authority to arrest any dungeon player with criminal behavior or motives! !
"Did you just fight here?"

An extremely burly warrior in red armor yelled in a low voice, his voice was like a bell, but apart from some groans, no one answered his words.

Several people fell to the ground in disarray, but they didn't know whether they were dead or alive.

"He actually left.

A white-haired middle-aged man stood there in a somewhat decadent manner. His clothes were no longer as rainy as before, and there were even wrinkles in many places.
He turned a blind eye to the movement next to him and just muttered to himself, as if he had been mentally shocked.

"how so."

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In the shallows on the seaside, there are totem poles carved from stone, which are rubbed on the beach or in the sea in a very weird form, as if to prevent something from climbing up.

A hideous sculpture, a slightly wicked person,

"Sister, sit by the boat~~"

"Brother, you are on my mind~~"

"I'm your sister at the bow of the boat~~waiting for your return~come~~"

"I heard that brother, you go out to sea to fish every day~~"

There are faint fisherman's songs, spread far and wide, on the other side of Huo Dehai, row upon row of houses are distributed along the two banks, and from time to time, dried fish and seafood are hung under the eaves for pickling.

A young man with rather strong arms couldn't help giggling on the other side of the wooden boat. After all, today, he has already played several nets. He will definitely get the approval of his mother when he goes back, and the most important thing is to earn more money. , you can earn enough gifts early.

Today he caught a colorful little colorful fish. According to the local legend, whoever is lucky enough to get it.

That's almost indistinguishable from winning the jackpot.

Maybe he could still get her affection, when he thought of this situation, a gleam of red light flashed across his simple and simple face.

"Huh? Are there any fish again?"

Hei Wa felt that his fishing net had caught something again, it seemed that the lucky bluefish was really good.

"boom!"

He suddenly pulled hard on one side, and a heavy object was pulled directly onto the wooden boat.

"Wow, did you hit someone or something?"

Hei Wa was so frightened that he was at a loss for what to do. It was the first time he had seen such a situation after fishing for so many years.

The young man's face was as white as white paper, and the flesh all over his body showed an outward appearance, as if he had been forcibly tortured with extremely cruel tools.

There are almost several places where you can directly see the bones.

And this young man is covered in silver-white armor, but there are too many cracks in it, so that it hangs like rags on his body. He has long golden hair. At first glance, he is very different from the ordinary outsiders he sees. .

But if it is said that this young man is a trash collector, I am afraid that everyone in the village will be surprised.

"Not dead yet?"

Hei Wa touched his nose, although he could feel his breath, but he was still alive after all, now he was even more flustered, if there was something dead, even though it was a bit unlucky, it didn't matter.
But if it dies in his hands.
"Let's take him back first, it's a life anyway."

Hei Wa muttered to herself.

He directly pressed his hand on the blood-covered young man, and in the next instant, a stream of red blood flowed along his arm continuously, like the blood from the heart.

Mellie Bourne coughed suddenly, and a puddle of blood spurted out immediately, her face turned white and red, and gradually turned yellow like gold paper.

And this dark-skinned young man just looked a little stronger, other than that, he was no different from an ordinary villager or NPC.

However, she showed extraordinary abilities, and Mellie Byrne's wound was constantly repairing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The cracked opening was gradually swallowed by the skin and flesh, like fiber-like downy filaments, stitching together the originally broken body.

And Heiwa's breathing gradually became a lot heavier, and his strong muscles could be seen with the naked eye, as if they were continuously decreasing as the blood surged, and his body became much weaker.

Like a deflated ball.

"Not yet?"

Hei Wa felt that the other party didn't seem to be waking up at all, at least his eyelids should move a few times.

But except for the slightly restored blood color, the rest is completely no different from a vegetable.

"It seems that I can only go back to the elders and the others. Maybe there are some ways to save them. Just relying on my own strength, it may be."

Hei Wa muttered to herself, shaking her head, feeling something was wrong, but she couldn't tell what was wrong, maybe it was because she hadn't seen anyone outside for a long time, and she felt that the other party was always weird.

Their family has never had much contact with the outside world, and one of them is that language is not painful.

In fact, in the world,
It's not just people who are disgusted by the sight, but if you take this young man back, you will definitely be scolded by the elders in the village.

They have already said that they should not contact outsiders casually. You must know that women at the foot of the mountain are tigers, as for men.
Suddenly, Heiwa felt a chill in his chest, looked down, and saw a very sharp long sword pierced his chest.

He felt his own blood, like cold ice, slowly flowing from the wound and dripping onto his body, that feeling was indescribably uncomfortable.

"vomit!"

He felt his throat was a little sweet, and his expression was unbelievable, but just as he was about to turn around, the sword penetrated a few more points, and the sound of his teeth piercing into the flesh made his eyes go black.

"Finally survived, that ghost, really played me to death."

Mellie Byrne pushed the man off the boat tiredly, her eyes were cloudy.

(End of this chapter)