521 Porcelain Man 2

Red Crow Castle is home to the wizard tower of Viara, the sorceress who claims to rule this vast region.

This somewhat neurotic witch sent people to this lakeside village more than a hundred years ago to demand that the people pay the deed tax.

Although the Porcelain Tribe living here were very disgusted with this inexplicable witch Viara, they did not resist. Instead, they paid the deed tax every ten years according to the witch Viara's request, and made a submissive appearance in exchange for survival. power.

But for some unknown reason, the tax collection team that arrived here from Red Crow Castle three days ago went on a killing spree. Not only did they take away all the deed taxes that would be collected two years later, they also demanded that all future contracts of the porcelain man must also be paid. Pay it annually, or they will be expelled from here.

"My lord, the Porcelain Man Tribe has lived here for hundreds of years, and this is not anyone's territory," said the old man who was dazed, but when he told these things, the old man of the Porcelain Man Village did not stammer. "Because you arrived at the time when the people from Red Crow Castle left not long ago, so the villagers will attack you..."

Listening to the story of the old man in the porcelain village, Lei Meng has already made an investigation of their strength.

These porcelain men who do not have mental fluctuations have relatively strong physical fitness, and the strength and agility of the strong among them are slightly higher than that of ordinary knights, but ordinary physiques as high as 30 points will make them extremely high. Spell resistance.

"If I wasn't a wizard, I would have been killed by you just now," Lei Meng, whose face had been gloomy, was very dissatisfied with the old man's evasive narration. "Do you think telling a miserable story can be used as an explanation?"

"My lord, you broke into this small building without authorization, and you also tried to enter the basement," the elder of the porcelain village said respectfully. But the implication is implicit accusation. "This is the only place we can hide in our village..."

But before the elder of the porcelain man village finished speaking, an old woman behind him suddenly pointed at a closet next to him and yelled after she exclaimed, but her attempt to rush over, But he was stopped by two male porcelain men beside him.

Raymond, who was frowning, couldn't help turning his gaze to the direction of the old woman's finger, but when he saw what happened, his pupils shrank in shock.

The young girl who was terrified and hid in the closet just now, her hands covering her mouth were still intact, but when Raymond was talking to the elders of the porcelain village. There are only two fingers left on her palm!

There were still some fine pieces of porcelain slag on the bloodless lips. After realizing that Lei Meng was looking at her again, the young girl who had only two fingers left made a "click" again. With a soft sound, a finger was bitten off the palm again.

Terrified young girl. There was fear in her eyes, but there was no expression of pain on her face. He stood there dumbfounded as if he had been frightened. And while the little mouth squirmed, it continued to stuff the fingerless palm into the mouth.

"What's going on here!" Shocked, Lei Meng, whose hair was a little numb, turned his head and asked the elder porcelain man. "Why would she eat her own fingers!"

"She doesn't feel pain, that's what happens after being frightened," the elder of the porcelain village lowered his head and made a request with a look of helplessness on his face. "Little Abby is a poor child. Will you allow us to take care of her?"

Raymond's face sank completely, he turned around and walked out of the room, and as one of his fingers snapped the porcelain people in the room who were imprisoned by the magic vines, the magic vines on their bodies immediately dissipated completely.

A faint anger gathered in his chest. But Lei Meng was curious about the existence of these porcelain figures, so he shouted in a deep voice while walking along the corridor to the living room. "I'm waiting for you outside, the matter is not over yet!"

Mixed and low-pitched shouts sounded immediately behind him, and after Lei Meng sat on the sofa in the living room, he felt a little pain in his heart.

His heart was beating violently, and when he thought of the dazed and terrified expression of that young girl, Lei Meng felt heartbroken, because seeing the appearance of the little porcelain girl just now reminded him of the first time he saw Xiaosi. The scene with Tacie.

The same shy and timid eyes, the same thin body that could be blown away by the breeze, and the slender and tender little hands disappeared when he didn't pay attention!

Lei Meng pursed his lips, and after waiting for a while, he saw the appearance of the elder porcelain figure. Following him was the cute and lovely porcelain girl who had just been kicked into the basement by him, but she There was curiosity and doubt on his face.

"My lord, I am Hewlett of this village." Seeing Raymond's serious expression, the porcelain elder bowed his head and did not dare to sit down, but introduced the situation of the little girl. "Thank you for your tolerance, little Abby's problem is not big..."

Raymond was a little surprised by Hewlett's words, and he asked him more questions before he finished speaking. "Can the eaten finger recover?"

"Because the damage is relatively small, her fingers can still be restored," said the old Hewlett of the China Village, with an apologetic expression on his face. "Because we don't need food and drink, so we don't even have any utensils to entertain you..."

Keenly grasping the potential meaning in old Hewlett's words, Raymond, who was inquiring, flashed in his eyes, and his curiosity was aroused. "Since little Abby's fingers can be recovered, why are these people hiding in the basement with limbs missing? Does it take time for them to recover?"

Old Hewlett, who shook his head and smiled wryly, showed sadness on his face. "The villagers hiding in the basement are all hopeless to recover. They are too damaged, and it is impossible to rely on their own abilities to recover."

Speaking of this, there were noisy and chaotic footsteps from the corridor at the back, and soon the old porcelain woman who found little Abby biting her fingers pulled out little Abby who had regained her ruddy complexion. .

A crisp sound like the knocking of porcelain came out of the old woman's mouth, and the little Abby, who was being pulled by her, lowered his head towards Raymond as she spoke, and spoke softly. Angrily said a few syllables, and then hid behind the old woman as if shy.

Lei Meng, who had followed the little girl's eyes since she appeared, focused on her palm.

The tender little hand was completely covered, and the shape of the five fingers was also extremely obvious.

Looking at the little Abby who was hiding behind the old woman with a curious face, Raymond then questioned the old Hewlett in the porcelain village. "She has eaten all ten fingers, so what is wrapped in the bandage now?"

"The injured part is relatively small, so we can replace it with special porcelain powder to make her fingers condense again." Seeing that Raymond kept asking about this, the old Hewlett patiently explained, but also directed The old woman holding little Abby raised her hand. "You only have to look at it to understand."

With a hesitant expression on her face, the old porcelain woman still pulled the little girl Aibi over and stood in front of Raymond.

After pushing the little girl Abby directly in front of Raymond, the old woman carefully unwrapped the bandage wrapped around her palm, and showed the little girl Abby's palm in front of Raymond.

In the bandage that used a piece of white porcelain as a fixed plate, there were many finely divided porcelain slags where the little girl's fingers used to be, and a substance like clear water was used as an adhesive to make these porcelain slags adhere to the little girl's palm. Together.

The expression on his face softened, and Raymond smiled at Little Abby. After the fear in her eyes disappeared, he gently rubbed a little of this sticky porcelain slag with his fingers and put it in the palm of his hand. .

The white substance, which is similar to porcelain powder, still has a bitter taste when it reaches the nose, and the liquid used as the medium, which is like clear water, is extremely viscous and transparent.

In his memory, it seemed that this kind of liquid substance could be used as an adhesive. After Raymond gave the retrieval command to the chip, his face became stunned... (to be continued...)