Seeing the prisoner who had been hanged before opening his eyes from the stone platform, the crowd burst into commotion.
Especially those who had just joined the sect and still had doubts about Li Yu and Shuangxiu Cult. After witnessing this incredible scene, they were all convinced by this miracle and no longer had any doubts in their hearts.
Only endless piety and awe remain.
After all, Merlin's prophet can bring back dead people, so removing the curse on them must be easy.
Even some farmers who were watching the excitement nearby were shocked. Some people went home and tidied up in a hurry, and actually joined the team, hoping to follow Li Yu.
There are also some people who were cured not long ago, who originally planned to leave, but then changed their minds and stayed again...
As soon as Ge Lipeng woke up, he was startled by a sound like a roaring mountain and a tsunami in his ears.
Those voices came from all directions and finally converged into one name - Merlin! Merlin!
"How do you feel?" Li Yu asked.
"What?"
Li Yu raised his voice and repeated the question.
"My body is a little strange, especially my hands and feet that feel like they are not mine." Ge Lipeng replied subconsciously.
After saying that, he turned to look at Li Yu, "It's you! So I've really been reincarnated in a different world?!"
"Well, because it's soul traveling, it's normal to feel a little uncomfortable at first. Gradually you will get used to your new body."
"Then the original owner of this body..."
"He was executed," Li Yu said, "for a murderer."
Ge Lipeng nodded and seemed to have accepted his current situation. His reaction was much calmer than Li Yu expected.
"Don't you have any questions about why you came here?"
Ge Lipeng was startled, "Didn't we sign a contract? I'm here to work for you."
"What I provide you is just a job. It's up to you to decide how you plan to spend your life. As long as you abide by the basic rules and regulations, you will be completely free after work." Li Yu said.
"I remember you said that here I can do the job I like."
"That's right, several of the skills you master are exactly what we need. This is why I signed you."
Ge Lipeng lamented, "I never thought that one day I could turn my hobby into a means of making a living. When will we start?"
"Don't worry. You write a list first and tell me the tools and equipment you need. I'll have someone match them here for you. If you don't have everything, I'll bring it over from another dimension."
Li Yu then took out another booklet and handed it to Ge Lipeng, "During this period, you can get familiar with your new body, and then read this "Traveler's Guide", which should be able to answer many of your questions.
“Originally, according to the usual procedures, language training should be conducted before work, but now that we are outside, we can only make up for this link after returning to the green field.
"It's just that until the next time traveler arrives, it may be difficult for you to communicate with others."
"It doesn't matter," Ge Lipeng said. "Most of the time in my previous life, whether I was delivering food or doing handicrafts, I was alone. I quite like being alone."
"That's good. I have something here that I want you to help me build. I'll talk about it after the tools arrive. You first come with me to complete the purification ceremony."
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The sensation caused by Ge Lipeng's arrival continues.
For several days after that, people nearby were talking enthusiastically about what happened that day, and the rumors became more and more bizarre.
The bards who passed by were indispensable, most of whom had not witnessed the miracle with their own eyes.
But this does not prevent them from processing it a second time after hearing what they heard and filling in a lot of details.
For example, Ge Lipeng descended from the sky and was shrouded in colorful lights, or the God of Saturday ordered all flowers to bloom to welcome the arrival of his followers.
There is even more outrageous news that Ge Lipeng lost his head at that time, but a new head grew out of his neck, and there were four eyes on that head.
Anyway, it’s getting more and more exaggerated.
Kieran, who claims to have a golden voice, is one of them. He also wrote the song "The Murderer Resurrected from the Dead", which also includes a plot about Duan Ge Lipeng's search for his killer.
However, his imagination is not as rich as those of his colleagues. "The Murderer Who Resurrected from the Dead" only became popular for less than three days before it was surpassed by another song "Head! Head! Head!"
That song is also very simple. It talks about how after Ge Lipeng was beheaded, his head sang in the air, repenting and praising what happened on Saturday.
Strictly speaking, this idea is a bit plagiarized from "The Return of the Dead Murderer", but it is always difficult to define plagiarism and reference in artistic matters.
Besides, there is no copyright these days, so even if the other party admits that it is plagiarism, there is nothing Kieran can do.
That day he finished singing "The Resurrected Murderer" in the tavern and put away the lyre in his hand. When he looked down, he only found three sparse silver coins at his feet.
Kieran bent down, picked them up one by one, blew the dust off them, and put them into the withered money bag.
When I looked up again, I saw Mrs. McGlynn.
She is the widow of a knight, a human, who just celebrated her fifty-ninth birthday last month. She weighs about two hundred pounds and wears thick makeup, but unfortunately it still cannot hide the wrinkles on her face.
McGlynn waited for Kieran to finish singing and clapped vigorously, with an intoxicated look on his face.
"What a beautiful song!" said the knight. "You sing so well, my little bird. You should come to my home and continue to show your singing voice. I promise to pay you a reward that will satisfy you."
"Well, thank you for your kindness, but I'm a little tired today and I'm out of shape." Kieran said as he picked up the remaining half glass of ale on the table, took a sip, and moistened his throat.
"I really want to be a guest at your home and sing all my favorite songs to you, Mrs. McGlynn, but I can't do it today. Just wait for two days. I will definitely come to you in two days."
As a bard, Kiran has abundant means of livelihood and a flexible moral bottom line.
Sometimes he doesn't mind using his handsome face to comfort the dry minds and bodies of those ladies and ladies.
Have more in-depth exchanges with them in exchange for some necessary artistic funding.
But for someone like Mrs. McGlynn, if she wasn't hungry and couldn't stand it anymore, Kieran still hoped that the friendship between the two parties could be more pure and not so vulgar.
He dismissed the affectionate knight's wife with a few words, walked out of the tavern, and saw a fool squatting in a barrel in the open space.
The barrel was still wrapped in black cloth, leaving only a head singing loudly on top.
This chapter has been completed!