Slime Immortal

Chen Yu muttered to himself, but finally couldn't resist his curiosity and returned to the swamp where he met the strange human yesterday to take a look.

The man was still there, and even his lying position was no different from yesterday.

And it was strange that no monster was interested in him. Could it be that they really thought he was a stone?

Chen Yu leaned closer and checked his mouth and nose. Hmm... he was still breathing, but a little weak.

This guy is really tough.

Just like real stone.

This strange disease caused him so much trouble, but if it weren't for this disease, he would have died on the first day of the rainstorm.

"It's not impossible to save..."

He remembered that there were disciples in the sect who had medical skills, and perhaps someone could cure him.

Aren’t you just short of talisman ink?

There is definitely no such thing in the Lizardman Tribe, but this human comes from the adventurer town across the Reed River, so he should be able to help him get a substitute for the talisman ink.

Alas, humans.

You should thank Lord Slime for his mercy.

At noon, Chen Yu waited for Shao Qingsong in the thatched hut.

I handed him the detoxifying elixir and asked him.

"That Senior Sister Gong you mentioned last time, isn't she a very skilled doctor?"

"Senior Sister Gong?"

Shao Qingsong said cheerfully, "It's amazing, but Senior Sister doesn't like people paying medical bills on credit. That's why she didn't treat me for the scorpion venom last time."

"Why are you asking this? Are you feeling unwell?"

"There should be some."

"Then you come with me."

Nanqiaoji, in the corner clinic.

The aroma of medicine is clear, and a few moon-white stones are embedded in the roof, emitting a soft white light. The names of medicines such as "Ganoderma lucidum" are posted on the wooden medicine cabinets on the four walls.

Gong Xiaoshuang withdrew her hand from taking the pulse and looked at Chen Yu opposite her.

"Junior brother, your pulse is normal, and your body should be healthy and free of disease."

"Actually, I just stopped by to ask for help with a friend's medical consultation."

Chen Yu briefly described the symptoms of petrification, causing the female cultivator opposite to frown frequently.

"This illness...if Gong is not mistaken, it should be caused by the depletion of innate Yuan Qi, which has led to the freezing of the meridians. Acupuncture can guide the spiritual energy to infuse the atrophied meridians and alleviate it."

"You need to stimulate the acupuncture points all over the body with Guiyuan. It's not difficult for me."

"The innate primordial energy... is exhausted...?"

Is there such a statement in Ziarella?

Forget it, let’s try it first and treat it later.

After asking Gong Xiaoshuang for the Guiyuan acupuncture method, Chen Yu returned to the thatched hut and immersed his consciousness in the slime's body.

He swallowed dozens of the stingers and then bounded back to where the man had fainted.

"Save... me... I can't... die here..."

Arno was still mumbling unconsciously, not knowing what he was about to encounter.

"Not bad will to survive."

Meeting me, the Doctor Slime, is pretty good for you... Bah, no, it's lucky.

According to Gong Xiaoshuang, one course of Guiyuan acupuncture treatment requires thirty-six needles, which is a big challenge for him.

The same is true for humans.

"Let me see, the first needle should be inserted into the Dazhui point..."

Chen Yu used the art of controlling objects to control the poisonous stinger and stab it forward.

Successfully penetrated the flesh.

Uh...it was inserted, but it was inserted crookedly.

It's normal to be inexperienced the first time, he comforted himself.

"Come again."

After the stinging bee pulled out its original stinger, Chen Yu gave it another injection.

The bad news is that it went wrong again.

After giving the man five or six injections, he finally got the needle in the right place.

Then came the second shot, the third shot...

After being busy for most of the day, I finally put all thirty-six needles where they should be, at the cost of fifty-six extra needle marks on my back.

"Huh... It's not easy. I hope this guy doesn't get stabbed to death by me."

Chen Yu carefully checked his mouth and nose, and fortunately he was still breathing, so his efforts were not in vain.

Then he gathered the spiritual power flowing in his body. The thirty-six poisonous stingers flashed with imperceptible light and vibrated at a high frequency, guiding the blocked life energy to flow again.

Under the worn coat, Chen Yu saw that the stiff flesh gradually softened as if thawing under the stimulation of spiritual power. The cold gray faded away, and a faint trace of blood spread with difficulty.

It’s true, this method of cultivating immortality can really cure such difficult and complicated diseases.

However, this is only the first course of treatment. If you do not receive subsequent treatment, the strange disease will recur.

He is still wary of the humans here and has no plans to reveal his true identity yet.

Seeing that the man's complexion was gradually recovering and he was about to wake up, Chen Yu left only the "deposit" and a few words of advice before leaving.

After an unknown amount of time, the cold and wet touch woke Arno up.

He suddenly opened his eyes, gasping for breath, his heart pounding. In his hazy mind, the echo of the demon was as clear as a brand:

"Hehehe, I accept your soul."

"Take my gift and return... When you return next time, remember to bring books in the Demihuman language, books in the Common language, ink for magic writing, cream cakes, chocolates, and candies..."

Chapter 30 A Deal That Risks Everything

"Could it be that……"

Arno struggled to sit up, and just as he was about to think, he felt a burst of intense, bone-deep pain in his back, as if he had been stung by a swarm of poisonous bees.

But that's not the point.

He subconsciously reached out to touch it, and the skin his fingertips touched was warm and elastic, no longer that hopelessly stiff and cold.

Is petrification cured?!

He looked ecstatic.

The pain from the needle prick...at this moment, it became the most wonderful feeling.

He took a deep breath—the damp air with the smell of rotten leaves rushed into his lungs so smoothly that he almost cried.

I tried to move my right arm. Although it was still weak and my muscles were sore as if they had been beaten, the suffocating petrified shackles... disappeared!

At least temporarily gone.

A long-lost feeling of lightness belonging to a living being flowed through the whole body. Although the body was still as weak as if it had just suffered a serious illness, the heaviness like carrying a sarcophagus was swept away.

The cheers of life flow like a warm current through every part of your body.

However, this joy only lasted for a short moment before it was covered by cold memories.

He sold his soul... to the devil.

A chill ran up his spine, and he subconsciously touched his chest, as if an invisible mark had been engraved there.

What is the price of praying to the devil?

Eternal slavery?

Or is the soul thrown into endless torment after death?

His mind was in a mess, but soon a strong sense of self-mockery surged into his heart. He pulled the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile that was uglier than crying.

Arno Belmonte, what do you have to lose? He asked himself in his heart.

A noble surname? It's already worthless.

A healthy body? That was just temporarily lent to him by the devil.

The dignity of a knight? The moment he knelt down and begged the devil, it was crushed into mud.

The only thing left is the heavy and inseparable responsibility towards Laura and the children.

As long as it allows them to survive, live a slightly better life... Soul? Take it.

This cursed and filthy soul is the reward the devil deserves!

"Take my gift and return... When you return next time, remember to bring books in the Demihuman language, books in the Common language, ink for magic writing, cream cakes, chocolates, and candies..."

The demon's hoarse, inhuman whisper echoed in his mind again.

He glanced around and found a small object wrapped in some tough leaves on the slippery moss.

Carefully opening it, an extremely pungent, strange smell mixed with sweetness and corruption hit me in the face. Inside was a dark amber, almost black, sticky paste.

Arno's pupils contracted slightly.

"Stinger bee pulp?"

As a down-and-out nobleman who had spent some time in Iron Boots Town, he recognized this thing!

A product of a hive of stinging bees deep in the swamp, it is extremely poisonous, and collectors risk their lives, but it is the catalyst that some alchemists dream of.

Such a small package can be sold for at least a dozen gold coins at the Adventurer's Guild's purchasing office!