Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 756: 433: Become the Sacrificial Offering for the Un

Chapter 756: Chapter 433: Beco the Sacrificial Offering for the Undead Sacrifice!_2

The group exited the small alleyway and hadn’t taken many steps when suddenly a man rushed out, blocking their way. He raised his hands above his head and forcefuly kowtowed on the ground.

“Is he…begging?” Negris was stunned.

This was the first ti that Ange and his companions were being begged to for alms, sothing they had never experienced before. As such, they were taken aback and didn’t know how to respond.

Instead, Silver Coin, acting as if he had just found a treasure, urgently pulled the beggar to a corner. The rest of Ange’s group quickly followed suit and surrounded them.

The beggar was confused. What was happening? He regarded everyone with caution and slowly raised his hands in defense.

“Don’t be nervous, don’t be nervous. What’s your na?” Silver Coin asked kindly, as he asked Ji Li for so small flatbreads. Among the crowd, only Ji Li needed to eat.

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“John,” said the beggar, obviously famished. His eyes lit up at the sight of the flatbreads. He imdiately bit off half as soon as he received it. When he was about to take the second bite, he forced himself to swallow, resisting with great willpower before reluctantly stowing the remaining piece into his bosom.

“Another John? Do people here like the na John?” Negris couldn’t help but comnt. From his experiences, he had co across many Johns, Old Johns, Young Johns and Johns the Bull. This seed to him a clear sign of laziness from those naming their children.

Seeing the man store his bread, Negris asked in confusion, “Why aren’t you eating? Are you not hungry?”

Beggar John humbly answered, “Thank you for your kindness. But I want to take the rest ho for my wife.”

“Oh, you have a wife? Eat, eat. As long as you answer so of my questions, all these flatbreads are yours. Don’t hesitate, just eat!” Silver Coin then showed John the rest of the bread he had.

Silver Coin had detained this John to understand the situation in the city. Ideally, they should have done this as soon as they entered the city. However, they had stumbled upon the grain rchant’s guild near the outskirts of the city, and there were no beggars to be seen there.

Ji Li wasn’t pleased and said, “Leave so for though, I made this beef flatbread with beef-bone flour and lake snow, baked to perfection. If you give it all to him, what will I eat?”

Every ti Ji Li ntioned an ingredient, John would swallow saliva. By the ti Ji Li finished speaking, his stomach was audibly growling. He fixed his gaze strictly upon the remaining flatbreads in Silver Coin’s hands.

The bite he had earlier went down too quickly, not allowing him to savour the taste. Now that Ji Li was discussing the ingredients, he could taste the beef and wheat lingering in his mouth.

“When was the last ti you ate?” Silver Coin asked, while reaching out to give him another flatbread.

“I haven’t eaten in three days.” John received the flatbread, but instead of eating it, he put it into his bosom. He took out the half he had earlier and began nibbling at it.

“How many people are in your family?” Silver Coin asked.

“There are two…one. My wife is at ho,” John said with a sudden drop in his spirits.

“So, is it one or two?” Silver Coin asked.

Tears welled up in John’s eyes, “There is another one, my daughter. But she is cursed and won’t survive. When I return, there will likely only be one left.”

“Cursed?” Silver Coin muttered, noting it down for later, before asking, “Why did you decide to beg from us?”

John wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and gratefully said, “You ca from the grain rchant’s guild. I figured you would have so food. The granary has been shut down for seven days, only the black market has grain for sale. I was truly desperate, thank you.”

“Seven days? Do you know why?” Silver Coin asked.

John nodded, “It seems that the road has been cut off by sorcerers. The city of Northern Wind is now isolated from the outside world.”

“Cut off the road? But why?” Negris couldn’t help but ask.

In a world where teleportation arrays exist, severing roads is an unnecessary move. Even if the roads are cut off, the nobles and rich can still teleport, maintaining their contact with the outside world.

“They probably want to starve us poor people to death. Most of the food in Northern Wind City is imported from outside. Without the road, many of us will starve,” John said with a bitter smile.

Silver Coin asked so detailed questions, such as whether the streets were busy lately, if there were any luxury carriages or Knights passing by, what was sold on the black market, and if there were any robberies or the like.

After these minor questions were addressed, Silver Coin revealed a thoughtful expression.

Seeing Silver Coin finish his questioning, Negris promptly urged: “John, take us to your ho to have a look. Didn’t you say your daughter is cursed? We want to see what kind of curse it is.”

Negris was quite interested in curses. Curses are a rather unique kind of power, sotis more akin to Divine Arts, belonging to the realm of faith and spiritual power.

As a Necromancer, Negris was competent in Curse Magic. Given his knowledge, a glance at the magic could roughly discern the strength of the Wizard.

John led the way with so disbelief, a glimr of hope flickering in his heart. These people were going to see his daughter, could they possibly have a way to dispel the curse?

However, this hope was dashed upon returning ho. Sorrowful sobbing echoed from within, and John quickly rushed in, soon sobbing himself.

Negris couldn’t help but sigh: “Alas, poor man, he doesn’t even dare to cry out loud.”

John’s house wasn’t big. When Silver Coin, Negris and Ange walked in, there wasn’t much space left, so the others had to wait outside.

As soon as they entered, Ange saw a mummified body on the bed. Why say mummified? Because the corpse was so thin it was practically skeletal, just like a dehydrated mummy.

However, Ange still keenly sensed that the inside of the corpse was warm. The body had not been dead for very long.

Ange’s gaze followed the corpse to a corner of the wall, where there was a rat hole.

John had been ntally prepared for this mont to co, so losing hope was his primary emotion. After a few sobs, he turned and bowed to Ange and the others, before attempting to roll up the mat.

Wrap the corpse in straw mats and toss it outside to the cetery, then the Undead would deal with it. This was the most respectful burial thod, as the deceased’s spirit would return to the embrace of the Undead God, and rest in eternal peace.

“Wait.” Negris interrupted, “She’s not fully dead yet, there might be a chance of saving her, Ange, co and see.”

Ange cast a few Purification Techniques. The emaciated corpse ward slightly, then he used a Rebirth Technique, targeting the corpse’s heart. The body suddenly sat up, gasping for air, it was now alive.

This treatnt frightened John and his wife imnsely. They regained their bearings only when their daughter, with wide open eyes, laid back on the bed and hoarsely cried, “mom…dad…” Overwheld, they hesitated to approach.

Undead God, this is incredible! Is this treatnt or…resurrection?

Ange didn’t pay them any mind. He rely conjured a water orb, crushed a piece of Elf Beans, mixed it into the orb, and then fed it to the girl.

Next ca more Purification Techniques. The skin of the girl, once withered like a corpse, turned radiantly healthy before their eyes.

It wasn’t until the girl’s life energy stabilized that Ange stopped. He then turned his attention back to the rat hole in the corner of the room.

The girl was now able to sit up on her own. She gazed unbelievingly at her hands and padded down her own body. Nothing was missing and she no longer felt the debilitating weakness. Had she not died? And the curse seed to have disappeared too?

“Mom… Dad…” She hoarsely called out to John and his wife.

John and his wife were in disbelief. John, plucking up his courage, hesitatingly reached out to feel his daughter’s arm. It was soft and warm to the touch, not the cold sensation of a corpse. His daughter had truly co back to life.

The family of three held each other, weeping softly in confusion.

Just then, an enraged voice ca puffing out of the rat hole in the corner, “Damn it! Who stole my offering?! Hasn’t your teacher taught you to mind your own business?! In that case, you’ll replace her, becoming the offering for my Undead Sacrifice!”

A puff of black smoke erged from the hole, forming an ominous face.