Sky looked at the sword inserted into Ruiwen's shoulder, and his whole body was about to break.
Her hands were hanging in mid-air, neither advancing nor retreating.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I thought it was...
Ruiwen lowered his head expressionlessly and looked at the sword on his shoulder.
She even reached out to hold the hilt of the sword, as if to make sure it was inserted firmly enough.
"It doesn't matter..." Her voice was still hoarse, "It's me... my presence is too low... it's reasonable to be stabbed..."
"How can it be reasonable!" Sky was about to cry, "I stabbed you!"
"I'm used to it..." Ruiwen tilted his head, "I used to... in the clinic... I was often bumped into... once... I was used as a clothes hanger... to hang up my coat..."
"Stop saying such depressing words! Pull it out!" Xia Lin really can't stand it anymore. Are these two people playing some kind of black comedy?
Sky gritted his teeth, held Ruiwen's shoulder with one hand, and held the sword hilt with the other.
"Be patient, it may hurt a lot."
"Hmm."
"Pfft."
The rapier was drawn out.
The expected scene of blood spurting out did not appear.
What flowed out from that hideous wound was only a small amount of black, viscous liquid. Moreover, the liquid solidified quickly the moment it came into contact with the air, and solidified almost as soon as it flowed out.
But Ruiwen's body trembled violently.
"Well..." A slight distortion finally appeared on her expressionless face, "To be honest... to be honest...
It hurts a little."
She looked at the sword in Sky's hand and added, "Your sword... is too bright."
Xia Lin noticed that faint white smoke was emitting from the edge of the wound on Ruiwen's shoulder.
Sky's sword was brought from her family and has sacred attributes.
"Let me see."
Xia Lin stepped forward and took off the damaged clothes on Ruiwen's shoulders.
Then he froze.
Not just a wound.
Ruiwen On the skin around the shoulders and collarbone, the fine black sutures that were originally hidden under the collar were damaged due to the impact and sword just now.
The anger suddenly burst out.
Those sutures were like the edges of cloth that had been violently torn, hanging in pieces on the pale skin.
Xia Lin's fingers accidentally touched her skin.
Cold.
It was as cold as touching a piece of pork just taken out of the ice cellar.
There is absolutely no temperature that a living person should have.
Ruiwen lowered his head and tried to cover the broken sutures with his other hand.
Her expression was still paralyzed, but Xia Lin was keenly aware of a trace of shame?
"Don't look..." Her voice became softer. "If we don't... sew... it will... come off..."
"What's going to fall?" Sky asked.
"Arm--"
Sky's face turned pale.
"Treatment is necessary!" Sky looked at this scene, and his guilt for his friend instantly defeated Inquisitor's professional instinct.
Normally, when she saw this "inhuman" existence with obvious characteristics of Undead Creature, she should immediately draw her sword to purify it. But at this moment, her mind was filled with the consequences of the sword just now.
"Where to go? Looking for Dr. Azma?"
Hearing the name "Dr. Azma", Ruiwen's body visibly stiffened.
"Don't..." she shook her head, "Interrupt... the doctor's work... can't disturb... I... have the tools... to go to the infirmary..."
The three of them avoided the noisy banquet hall and moved to the private medical room at the back.
Because the sutures on the shoulder collapsed, Ruiwen almost lost consciousness on the left half of his body and could not exert any strength at all.
Xia Lin had to hold her waist tightly, almost half dragging and half hugging her to help her move forward.
Then he discovered something. Before, she always had a stooped back, and her loose clothes gave people the impression of being thin.
But now Xia Lin discovered that Ruiwen is actually very tall and heavy.
Coupled with the plumpness that now clings to his arms.
That soft, squeezing feeling as you move around.
(This guy always has a hunched back. Is it because he is too big?)
The door was unlocked and the three of them went in quietly.
The room was filled with the pungent smell of alchemical potions. The shelves against the wall were filled with various bottles and jars, as well as several organ specimens soaked in glass jars.
"Quickly, let her go first--"
Xia Lin Before he finished speaking, there was a sound of footsteps at the end of the corridor outside the door.
"Be patient, my friend."
That was the voice of Dr. Azma, as gentle as if she was coaxing an injured child.
"Although you lost a lot of blood, you are very strong. Trust me, everything will be fine."
The footsteps are getting closer.
"Doctors are still treating people at this time?" Xia Lin whispered.
"Doctor--that's it--" Ruiwen's voice contained a hint of complicated emotions, "a good person--"
There is no escape.
Ruiwen responds extremely quickly.
She broke away from Xia Lin's support, staggered to the back of the medicine cabinet, and pressed a hidden mechanism.
A secret door slid open silently.
"Come in--" She took Xia Lin's wrist, "Hide--"
Xia Lin turned to look at Sky.
Sky was standing at the other end of the room, too far away from the secret door and had no time to come over.
"You go in first!" Sky gritted his teeth and whispered, "I'll handle it!"
She quickly arranged her clothes, picked up a skeleton model on the table, and pretended to study it.
Xia Lin had no time to say anything, and was pulled into the secret door by Ruiwen.
The door closed silently behind them.
The door to the infirmary was pushed open.
Dr. Azma walked in pushing a stretcher.
The stretcher was covered with white cloth, but there was clearly a tall humanoid silhouette underneath the white cloth. A large amount of dark red blood oozed from the cloth.
Sky forced himself not to look at the stretcher, pretending to be a curious baby and studying the skeleton model in his hand.
The doctor saw her with a surprised expression on his face.
"Miss Xing Hui?"
"Ah, Sir Azma." Sky turned around and tried to make his smile look more natural, "Sorry, I have always been interested in medicine, and when I saw the door open, I accidentally got lost and came in."
She pointed to the skeleton model in her hand. "This structure is really exquisite. The design of the human body is really amazing."
The doctor didn't expose her poor excuse.
He just smiled slightly, his elegant face still maintaining a perfect demeanor.
"It's okay, Miss Xing Hui. Curiosity is the most precious quality of human beings."
He pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose and said in a gentle tone, "But - His Excellency Inquisitor seemed to be looking for you everywhere just now."
"Really?" Sky took advantage of the slope and quickly put down the skeleton model, "Then I have to go back quickly. I'm sorry to bother you, Sir."
"You're welcome."
Sky walked quickly to the door.
The moment she turned around, Dr. Azma pushed up his glasses, looked at her back, and smiled.
That smile was extremely evil.
Extremely greedy.
That kind of look is like a gourmet seeing a top-notch delicacy on the plate.
Behind the secret door is a narrow secret room.
The four walls were covered with all kinds of weird organ specimens and surgical instruments. There were also several huge glass jars in the corners, containing some things that Xia Lin didn't want to identify carefully.
"Don't--worry.
Ruiwen leaned in his arms, their bodies pressed tightly together. In that small dark space, her elastic breasts almost squeezed Xia Lin's chest out of shape.
She leaned close to Xia Lin's ear and said angrily, "With me - you will no longer have any sense of existence."
(What kind of racial talent is this Death Soul Sprite? Group invisibility?)
"Why hide, wouldn't it be better to let the doctor treat you?"
"It's such a waste of time... the doctor has more important... things... charitable... donations...
Through a thin secret door, he heard the conversation between the doctor and Sky outside, and then the sound of Sky's leaving footsteps.
Then there was a sound of metal rubbing, as if surgical instruments were being arranged.
After waiting for more than ten minutes, the outside became quiet again.
"Gone--"Ruiwen said softly.
She pushed Xia Lin away and staggered towards a small operating table in the corner of the secret room.
Then, she directly opened her robe.
The fabric slipped off and she was naked.
Xia Lin's breathing stopped for a moment.
Skin as pale as porcelain.
Unrealistically perfect curves.
Breasts that are astonishingly exaggerated.
And there are black sutures all over the body that are broken and broken.
Those sutures snaked along her shoulders, collarbones, lower edge of her breasts, and waist, like a masterpiece left by some crazy tailor on her body.
She is like a doll that was broken into pieces and then forcibly pieced together using the most exquisite Fragment of ????. Beautiful, but fragmented.
At this moment, the sutures on the shoulders and back had completely collapsed, exposing the muscle tissue underneath that exuded a rotten smell.
Incompleteness and perfection.
This strange combination creates a suffocating sense of betrayal.
Ruiwen turned his back to Xia Lin without shame, and took out a curved silver needle and a roll of shimmering black thread from the tool box next to the operating table.
"You--help me sew."
She handed the needle and thread to Xia Lin.
"I myself--can't reach behind."
Xia Lin took the needle and thread and took a deep breath.
"I've never sewn anyone."
"It doesn't matter - I'll teach you - start from here -"
Ruiwen pointed at a crack near his shoulder blade.
Xia Lin just picked up the silver needle and was ready to do it.
Ruiwen suddenly raised his hand and lightly tapped his forehead with his fingertips.
A warm energy surged in.
Xia Lin felt that his hands had become more stable than ever before, as if they were guided by some kind of force.
"This is--"
"[Blessing]." Ruiwen said, "--it can make your--hands not shake--"
"Wait a minute." Xia Lin was stunned, "Is this also a mage's trick?"
"Who said - I am a mage?"
Ruiwen turned around, a rare joke flashed in those swirling eyes.
"I am Witch. My patron is Jingliu."
Xia Lin Have heard of this profession Witch.
They are a peculiar kind of spell caster. On the one hand, they cast spells by learning and memorizing spell models like mages, but their learning efficiency is very low; on the other hand, they are spontaneous spell casters like warlocks and are not subject to the strict restrictions of Spell Slot.
The most unique thing is that, like Priest and Shaman, they can obtain some unique abilities unique to Witch through their patron.
[Blessing] is one of them.
Then, she whispered another spell.
[Heroism].
Xia Lin felt an inexplicable surge of confidence in his heart, as if he was the greatest surgeon in the world.
"This will--give you some confidence."
Xia Lin no longer hesitated and drank a bottle of [Owl's Wisdom] potion to further enhance his perception.
Xia Lin moved his fingers and picked up the silver needle.
"Let's get started."
The feeling of the needle piercing the skin is very harsh.
The pale epidermis was much tougher than it looked, and Xia Lin almost didn't penetrate the first needle.
"Try harder - a little -" Ruiwen's voice was trembling, "My skin... is thicker...
"Got it."
Xia Lin adjusted the force, and the silver needle finally penetrated the skin.
Ruiwen's body trembled slightly, but he made no sound.
"First time-" she said suddenly.
"What?"
"For the first time - anyone other than a doctor - stitched me up."
"The doctor - taught me - he said - you have to be responsible for your own body -"
The silver needle penetrated the skin and brought up a trace of black viscous liquid.
"He - took me in -" Ruiwen's voice was very soft, "When I... first came to this world... I didn't understand anything...
He taught me... a lot of things..."
Xia Lin didn't have the energy to reply to the caller. He was concentrating on dealing with the broken threads.
To be honest, sewing was more difficult than he thought. Although those black [Necromantic Threads] emitted a faint light, the process of threading the needle and thread still required a high degree of concentration.
Half an hour later, the suturing was nearly complete.
"Your hand - very steady -" Ruiwen said.
"Because of your Blessing."
"No -" she shook her head slightly, "Blessing can only - eliminate tension - but cannot... create technology out of thin air... You are already... talented... only 10 minutes slower than... the doctor..."
Xia Lin did not respond.
He tied the last stitch and checked the effect of the suture.
"Okay."
Ruiwen moved his shoulders and nodded.
"Thank you..."
But at this moment, Xia Lin noticed something was wrong.
The sutures that had just been sewn were smoking.
A faint white smoke rose from the wound, accompanied by a burnt smell.
"What's going on?"
"No..." Ruiwen's voice became urgent, "Positive energy... is repelling...
"I lack... vitality... to neutralize..." Ruiwen trembled all over, cold sweat sliding down her pale cheeks, "If this happens again...
Go to... suturing... everything will fall apart...
Xia Lin opens [Item Appraisal] immediately.
[Ruiwen]
[Race: Alien undead creature/Human soul suture body]
[Occupation: Witch Lv. 12]
[Status: Crash]
[Requirement: high concentration Life Energy]
[Note: Think of a solution quickly, otherwise she will really fall apart.
Life Energy?
Xia Lin had an idea flash in his mind.
He thought of the trophy dug out from the body of the "Overbred Mother Plant" plant in Botanical Garden.
He quickly took out the thing from Space Bag that was still pulsing slightly and emitting a warm pink light.
[Overbred Life Pod].
"Can I use this?"
The pink radiance of life instantly illuminated the dim secret room, reflecting Ruiwen's pale naked body crimson.
However, at this moment.
"Click."
The sound of the secret door in the secret room suddenly sounded behind the two of them.