Under the dark hood of the God of Death, the two dark eye sockets in the skull were staring directly in the direction of Zhang Zicheng.
The skull has no eyes, so Zhang Zicheng cannot judge the focus position of its eyes, and there are no movable muscles on the face, so Zhang Zicheng cannot distinguish the other person's expression.
However, the presence and sharp vision that was resisted by the spiritual energy outside the body surface was transmitted to Zhang Zicheng's consciousness by the constantly fluctuating spiritual energy.
Now the spiritual energy in Zhang Zicheng's body is like facing the sea level during a typhoon. The waves are turbulent, and the waves are lapping on the shore, making Zhang Zicheng feel a little bit dizzy.
"What the hell are you doing?"
Finally, Death spoke.
It's just that this line is too down-to-earth and very vulgar, which not only destroys the other party's original mysterious aura, but also makes Zhang Zicheng lose control.
Zhang Zicheng stared at the God of Death. After he resurrected the patient, the people around him were shocked and microscopic. But Zhang Zicheng was in a very nervous mood now, and the reactions of these ordinary people were completely out of his consideration. p>
This is the God of Death. Damn it... Although this world is a low-dimensional one, and although the physique of an ordinary earthling can knock down the thick trees in this world, this gap obviously cannot make up the difference between a mortal and a conceptual god.
The difference.
Zhang Zicheng said as calmly as possible: "I just did a small experiment, and the experiment was successful... What is that black shadow? The soul of a mortal?"
Unexpectedly, when Zhang Zicheng spoke, the god of death actually looked around, as if he was looking for something. Finally, he lifted his robe, stretched out his well-jointed palm, pointed at himself, and said in surprise: "You... you are talking to me.
Talk?"
Although its tone is very surprised, it is still difficult to see his emotions and expressions on the skull's face.
Zhang Zicheng raised his eyebrows: "Of course I'm talking to you, Mr. Skeleton with a sickle on his back."
The surrounding air suddenly became silent.
Those mortals looked at Zhang Zicheng with horrified faces, and the originally noisy atmosphere suddenly dropped to freezing point.
After a long time, a voice suddenly shouted: "What a ghost!"
And the person who shouted this voice was none other than the skeletal god of death in front of Zhang Zicheng.
After shouting that he saw a ghost, the other party turned around and disappeared into the air. Zhang Zicheng was stunned for a moment.
He didn't understand what happened, and why being able to see the other party frightened the God of Death so much that the other party actually 'escaped' away.
From the moment it first appeared, it fell from the sky to the ground and shattered into pieces.
But it seems that maybe the other party is not the so-called 'god of death', but an existence with a closer image?
Zhang Zicheng frowned and thought here, and a man next to him said tremblingly: "Sir... Sir, did you, did you see the God of Death?"
Zhang Zicheng said that the image of the God of Death here also looks like this?
It can only be said that there are too many things in this different world that do not match the common sense of the earth. Zhang Zicheng could not use the thinking of the earth to substitute it, so he simply said: "If you are talking about a person wrapped in a black robe and carrying a sickle on his back,
Skeleton, then I did see it just now."
"Hiss——!"
The mortals around took a breath of air, and a few timid legs weakened and sat down on the ground. There were still people making noises outside, but the room was eerily quiet.
Zhang Zicheng shook his head and said: "Don't be so nervous. The God of Death suddenly disappeared after he discovered that I could see it. I don't quite understand. Do you have any legends related to the God of Death?"
When they heard that the God of Death had left, everyone in the room suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and then resumed their noisy state.
But many people, after recovering from their stiffness, immediately crowded out the door, for fear of continuing to stay in this ominous place.
And among the noise of these ordinary civilians, Zhang Zicheng could only filter out a few pieces of information from words with extremely low information density: They don't know, the priest may know, so they went to ask the priest to come over.
Zhang Zicheng simply continued to stay in the room. Although the air in the room was a bit stuffy, there were still several patients lying with black lines on their bodies.
Zhang Zicheng was not in a hurry to follow the black lines extending from their bodies to find their souls. The main reason was that he had just 'resurrected' a patient. From the tone of the God of Death, it seemed that he was very dissatisfied with it. He did not want to risk further offending the God of Death for the time being.<
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Even though the God of Death was so frightened that he ran away after discovering that he could see him... Zhang Zicheng felt that this probably had nothing to do with him, and that it might be a certain mechanism of the God of Death himself at work.
While waiting for the priest to come, the number of people in the room also decreased rapidly.
They originally came to watch the excitement of resurrecting the dead, but who knew that this man wearing a strange mask actually claimed to have seen the God of Death.
This group of people had originally gathered here, and basically all of them had been infected with the plague. It was the time when they were afraid of such unlucky things, and they didn't even dare to watch the excitement of resurrection.
The last people left in the room were the unconscious patient who was lying here and a young nun with a panicked expression.
After Zhang Zicheng's research, these patients have not been wrapped in thatch and thrown away after all. If you search the mouth and nose, you can feel the breath, which means they are not dead at all.
But the strange thing is that many people still have black lines extending from their bodies.
As for the man who was stuffed into the black shadow, he was sitting on the hospital bed with a confused and dazed look on his face.
Zhang Zicheng walked over and tried to talk to the other party: "Hello, can you hear my voice?"
The patient's eyes were straightened. Hearing the words, his eyes seemed to have some focus. He blinked and said, "Hello... hello, I can hear you."
It's just that when I speak, I feel like a patient with a cerebral infarction, his tongue is numb, and my words are very awkward.
Zhang Zicheng frowned slightly, looking like he was back to his original appearance at all.
Could it be that that black shadow is not a soul at all, but something unclean?
Shouldn't I insert it into the opponent's body? Should I cut off the black line instead?
Just when Zhang Zicheng was confused, a priest in black clothes finally walked in.
His black uniform was sewn with white edges, forming a cross pattern from his chest to his shoulders. And his brown hair was cut very neatly, like a pot helmet.
After seeing Zhang Zicheng's strange dress, he seemed a little scared, but considering his identity, he cheered up and asked: "Hello, who are you...?"
Zhang Zicheng introduced himself again, and he was slightly relieved when he heard that it was the doctor invited by the city lord.
"Hello, Dr. Sichen, my name is Milton, may 'God' bless you." The other party said, drawing a cross on his chest.
When Zhang Zicheng saw this, he secretly muttered in his heart.
When Rego heard what he said about the God of Vengeance, he thought it was a mythological background with hundreds of flowers blooming. But looking at it like this, there is no prefix of 'god' or cross. Is this obviously a Christian style?
However, this matter was not important. Zhang Zicheng still asked the other party: "Hello, Father Milton, I saw a shadow connected to the patient's chest before, and then I stuffed the shadow in, and the patient came out of coma.
I woke up. I wasn’t sure what the shadow was, and then I saw the God of Death appear... But after the God of Death discovered that I could see him, he suddenly disappeared. Do you know what happened?"
Milton swallowed and thought to himself, this is probably because your brain is broken and you are hallucinating, right?
Otherwise, if you talk about such a horrible thing so lightly, you are either out of your mind or just making it up.
But looking at the patient who had regained consciousness, Milton still racked his brains to search for the classics he had read.
"Well... I'm not a priest, not yet. I'm just an ordinary priest." Milton explained, buying time for his own thinking.
Zhang Zicheng nodded silently. In fact, his title was intentional. The word priest can be regarded as a general term, a title only found in Catholicism. He just wanted to wait for the other party's rebuttal.
But I didn't expect that although the other party was not a priest, he also revealed that he was not a priest temporarily, but he regarded himself as a pastor in the Protestant religion... It seemed that although the other party believed in 'god' without any prefix, it might be
A sect that is different from Catholicism and Christianity, but a specious sect.
That's right, after all, there is such a thing as "revelation technique" in this world, and even the way to use it is to recite mythological stories. This is too directional, so it is normal for religions with completely different systems to appear. Not only that, the other party's attitude is also very easy-going, not at all arrogant as expected when facing a 'country doctor'...
Perhaps in a world where divine magic can really be performed, people who believe in gods do not need to deny the external world to strengthen their beliefs, and despise other identities to elevate their own class.
After recalling it, Milton shook his head helplessly: "I'm very sorry, dear Dr. Si Chen. Although I have recited many legendary books, books about the God of Death are very rare and have not been widely disseminated because they are unknown. I am very sorry for this.
I don’t understand.”
But it's okay, even the most well-read priest doesn't know the information about the God of Death in this world, so Zhang Zicheng can only be blinded.
Then, I heard Milton say again: "But I can write to my friends in the church and ask them to help check the information... As long as Mr. Sichen, you can do me a favor."
Zhang Zicheng was slightly startled, not expecting that the other party would ask for help from someone he had met for the first time.
I saw this Milton, his tone was hesitant, his expression was very tangled, and finally he said with difficulty: "I hope you... you can use the method just now to try to save my wife."
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The news that the new plague doctor could resurrect the dead and even see the God of Death quickly spread throughout the city.
Even the villages built along the river embankment at the foot of the city wall are full of gossip.
Everyone feels fear and uncertainty about this, but they can't hide their curiosity.
"Sir, are you going to let that guy run wild in the city? He looks like a cultist. I'm afraid he will cause some damage to the territory or cause irreparable losses."
In the office on the second floor of the castle, the guard captain Bergner couldn't help but admonish the lord.
The lord touched his chin thoughtfully and whispered: "But it seems like he can really resurrect the dead?"
"No, I've seen it. He didn't resurrect the dead, he just revived some people who were in coma." Bergner corrected: "Including Pastor Milton's wife, she was only in a coma with high fever." "But that state cannot be restored by the priest's magic."
The lord shook his head: "In any case, there is still a plague in the city. And he is a 'plague doctor', at least he claims to be so. If it really causes any consequences, it will not be too late for us to expel him or even hang him. After all, we are just
He's just a poor man who was deceived by the lie that he could save his people."
Bergner frowned and said: "But, this is blasphemous..."
"There's nothing special about it. Besides, since he didn't resurrect the dead, but simply revived the patients, isn't it consistent with his status as a doctor?"
The lord interrupted Bergner and said: "I can't see the place of blasphemy for the time being. If it really happens, Milton will remind me. Then we can tie a blasphemer to the rack and perform an exorcism, wouldn't it?
Better?"
Upon hearing this, Bergner had nothing to refute, so he could only sigh and said: "I will follow your orders, my lord."
And these words have all been ‘seen’ by Xiaowu outside the window.
Zhang Zicheng had no objections to their exchanges. Even though they privately treated him by killing, burning, etc., considering the background of the times, it was considered normal.
Zhang Zichen himself was outside the city at this time, slowly coming towards this small town.
During the day, he followed the black shadow on Milton's wife's chest and pulled it into Milton's wife's chest. After that, she woke up as she wished.
Milton was very surprised by this, but Zhang Zicheng was not in a good mood that he had saved a life and family.
Because after the other party woke up, he looked dull, without the agility of a normal person.
Even Milton didn't take it seriously. He just thought it was temporary confusion after the other party recovered from a serious illness. He could just use the spirit-boosting magic a few times and it would be fine.
Even the world's authoritative figures and the patient's family members said so, so Zhang Zicheng naturally had no opinions to express.
But he still had little confidence in his 'resurrection technique'. After rescuing Milton's wife, he returned to Earth to get real antibiotics.
The box in Zhang Zicheng's arms is full of antibiotics, which are common even in Mexico.
After all, it is the closest thing to a 'panacea' since the birth of the earth, and it is also the most easily abused drug. It has directly given all mankind hundreds of times of drug resistance.
With these medicines, Zhang Zicheng has enough confidence to call himself a 'plague doctor'.
It's a pity that after arriving in this different world for a full day, none of the doubts have been resolved. Instead, there are more doubts.
However, Zhang Zicheng was not in a hurry. Aren't the people on earth in the Middle Ages also in a state of ignorance that didn't know anything?
Even if the people here can perform the so-called manifestation technique, it does not mean that they are familiar with all supernatural things. As ordinary people with no information sources, ignorance is the norm.
However, on his way back, Zhang Zicheng suddenly noticed bursts of light coming from the river in the distance.
His hearing, enhanced by psychic energy, suddenly heard shouts coming from the villages below the city.
"It's those alien pirates!"
"They're here again!"
Zhang Zicheng immediately held his breath and stared, squinting his eyes.
Then... he was shocked to discover that those so-called pirates were riding along the river in small boats...
It turned out to be a group of people with Tsukiyo heads raised, holding samurai swords, and well-dressed people!
Zhang Zicheng was dumbfounded.
Pirates? Isn’t this a Japanese pirate?
It’s okay for the Japanese pirates to hit Europe! They’re not even close to each other!