Medieval Reiki Revival

Chapter 48 The First Appearance of the Ghoul

There was a rumbling thunder, and immediately after that, several bolts of lightning pierced the sky.

Soybean-sized raindrops fell from the sky and hit the roof of the carriage desperately. The ensuing shock not only disturbed little Henry who was sitting, but also made his feet that were still safe had nowhere to put them.

The carriage was too crowded.

Boxes are everywhere.

Little Henry turned his body slightly to one side, his left arm was vertically supported on the wooden box, and the heavy wooden box made him feel extra at ease.

The wooden box was tied firmly with rope.

Before leaving, Lord Ivan checked several times.

Little Henry knew that it was filled with [Meat Zhiling Powder], which was a yellow, fine powder, similar to camellia pollen, and it was also the most miraculous medicine in the world.

Master Ivan packed hundreds of pounds in ceramic bottles, and some of them were put in the box to be transported this time.

Ordinary people with no arms or broken legs can slowly grow new limbs as long as they apply this medicinal powder.

Thanks to this yellow powder, the business of the clinic is getting better and better.

Of course, Lord Ivan does not only treat people.

Thinking of this, he touched his right hand finger.

I am Lord Ivan's servant.

He knows more things than Lisa, Jasmine, and Little Simmons.

Little Henry already had some guesses in his heart. He felt that Mr. Ivan must be not an ordinary person. He might be the wizard in the story and could perform witchcraft.

After all, in the past few years, if someone said that his body could regenerate a broken arm, that would be something that he would never have dared to think about.

He even felt that Lord Ivan's witchcraft secrets were these potions.

"If I can know how the medicine is used, maybe I can become a wizard, and then I will also open a clinic and earn a lot of money."

The carriage shook suddenly, and the luggage fell and hit him in the face.

Little Henry was in a hurry, but the coachman had no intention of slowing down, he was already dazzled by the storm outside.

Crackling, crackling!
The sky is like falling stones.

A corner of the window that had just been blocked broke open, and a gust of wind rushed into the car.

The young man's face was forced to turn to the other side, and the clothes on his shoulders and arms were instantly soaked.

"Oh my god...it's raining too much."

Before he had time to react, the wheels of the carriage seemed to have hit a rock, and the carriage body and the goods in the carriage floated into the sky within a second.

And the gust of wind lingering in the corner of the window knocked all the curtains open in a short while, and dark blue rainwater poured in.

"slower."

"Sir, please slow down."

Little Henry tried to show his chin, and soon more goods fell on him.

The man who drives the carriage is an experienced driver.

From the swing of the horse's tail, he could tell that the horse was already running forward with all its strength. The violent wind and rain not only affected the driver of the horse, but also affected the running livestock.

To stay safe in the dark requires both man and horse to have faith.

The groom shouted: "It's going uphill now, so you can't slow down. You can slow down after a while when the road becomes flat."

Many times, you need to hold your breath to do things.

Completing something in one go is the easiest way to get a sense of accomplishment and happiness. The physiological functions of creatures are often affected by mental states such as tension, communication, and courage.

The groom is very familiar with this road, and he was the one who delivered the goods for the clinic before.

Because they are all in the same city, the road to the hospital does not have too much slope. The problem is that the road surface is uneven.

There are many rolling stones nearby, and the humidity of the soil has increased greatly. If the horse's hooves are not careful, a puddle will be created.

Go through this section quickly, and it will be less likely to cause accidents.

"Drive, drive."

The dark clouds stitched the sky tightly, and the water that fell on the ground gathered into a small river, rushing behind him, and I hope little Henry found his balance, because a new obstacle appeared ahead.

The horses pulling the carts stare first, then the driver.

He hastily pulled the reins, hoping that his actions would slow down the carriage.

The horse was indeed nimble, and it kept its hooves on.

Four hooves rolled over, kicking desperately, hoping to cooperate with the master to tide over the difficulties.

But the cargo is too heavy, the huge inertia and the wet ground in rainy days, the groom can only let the horse turn his head sideways to minimize the damage caused by the impact.

A hoof was desperately over.

All the rest of the hooves hit the tripping rope.

"Appreciate~"

The horse was panting and screaming. It rolled and fell to the ground. It was about to struggle to stand up, but it was dragged by the carriage for a certain distance, and stopped in front of a big tree.

The groom died, and blood flowed all over the place.

Under the pouring rain, the crimson dye was washed away before it could gather.

The horse's leg was broken, and it had no strength to go any further.

Although little Henry's head was smashed into a daze, he roughly knew that the car had overturned, and that he was lucky to be alive.

"Can you still move?"

Now the pain all over his body didn't seem to belong to him, and he had to move if he wanted to survive, so he moved his legs to kick the door open.

Boxes blocked the way.

No choice but to hide in the box.

The water gurgled down from above, and all the clothes on my body were soaked.

Little Henry looked up in despair. Although the window was very close to him, but because the goods blocked the front, he couldn't move his legs at all.

Now my body is getting colder and colder, and I don't know if there is any bleeding or injury. If this continues, I will die.

"It's over, are you going to die like this?"

"By the way, there are still soul fingers, you can try with soul fingers."

How much strength can one finger have.

The finger didn't even push anything.

His illusions were shattered.

Rushing—the young man heard a sound, like several people talking, and a horse snorting beside him.

"Someone?"

"Hi, I'm here."

Little Henry cried out.

The people outside seemed to discuss a rescue plan, and they took out their axes and hacked around the window.

One stroke, two strokes—the flying sawdust proclaimed the excellent kinetic energy on the ax blade. The man who cut the window was a good hand, and he only moved a few times, and most of the wall collapsed.

Seeing whoever came, Little Henry's surprised face became stunned and terrified.

"who are you?"

He shrank towards the innermost part of the carriage.

Four or five men in black were busy chopping and smashing the medicines in the wooden box. The neatly decorated medicines were just taken out like this, and then they were thrown to the ground forcefully.

The yellow medicinal powder mixed with the free rainwater turned into a strange prescription of an invisible color.

A pair of big hands grabbed little Henry's neck.

Lift him up from the inside out.

"No, please don't hurt me."

A man in black lit up a knife to kill him, but was stopped by the people next to him.

Seeing that he was thrown to the ground, little Henry hurriedly ran towards other places.

Others are still smashing.

The thing fell to the ground and smashed to pieces. The wind howled in my ears, so I couldn't hear the sound of breaking, but I could only see balls of water splashing on the ground.

After all the medicines and herbs were completely destroyed, the men in black left the scene.

The medicinal powder ran down the hillside along with the water flow. Affected by the difference in terrain, they gathered together from both sides of the canal, and flowed down to the lowest point of the area—a mass grave that was about to be abandoned.

Tombstones are placed in disorder.

It split open and fell to the ground, and no one cares.

Some coffins were rotten, or had been visited by tomb robbers, and worthless funeral objects were scattered everywhere.There are mostly scorched black trees nearby, but the twisted branches point to the vast sky without exception.

Crash - clatter -

I don't know how long it took, the thunder gradually died down, and the dark clouds dispersed.The sky seemed to be getting brighter, and the air was extraordinarily fresh.

There are many potholes in the mass graves, and small water ponds have accumulated.

A little bird greeted its friends to breathe the fresh air, and jumped to the side of the water with gray two feet to drink water.

In the next second, countless strange hands broke through the ground.

Catch the bird.

It's dead!
(End of this chapter)