Chapter 150: Chapter 150

I didn’t know how much time had passed.

When Yi Chen opened his eyes again, there was only a wooden boat left in the center of the lake, with no sign of the female doctor or Lorrian.

However, his completely severed right half was packed in a special “Blood Stopping Fresh Film” and placed at the bow of the boat.

According to Yi Chen’s request, the right half bore a shallow Moon Seal, which, under the seal’s effect, remained in a concealed state invisible to others, so that even if it was buried at the bottom of the lake, no one would discover it.

Looking at the half body at the bow, Yi Chen suddenly looked down at the ‘other right half’ on his body.

There were no signs of stitching, just a few minor differences from before.

The new ‘right half’ that grew on his body was slightly paler, and even under the moonlight, it exuded a faint silver luster.

Such subtle differences could easily be covered up with gentleman’s clothes.

While Yi Chen was getting dressed quickly, a gasp of astonishment suddenly came from the Moon Scar inside him.

The limping Field had been in discussion with Reagan for a full four hours.

Field was greatly shocked by the young man before him, who was not only obese but had even remembered to take a chicken leg with him when he left the hotel. ℞άＮꝊＢĚṤ

The things he spoke of, whether it was his understanding of concepts like corpses, cemeteries, and burial, or his ideas of combining these things with contemporary technology, reached or even exceeded Field’s own standards.

This simply didn’t seem like the words of a young person,

In Field’s view, this young man already had what it takes to open a cemetery and not just any cemetery, but a scientific one equipped with power generating devices that had never existed before.

At the end of the discussion, the limping Field didn’t know how to restore the consciousness of a body left with only a single bone to its condition before death,

But out of appreciation for the young man before him, he rolled up his sleeve and removed the bone wristband he wore on his wrist.

“If the cemetery is removed, this grave-guarding tool will be of no use to me anymore… Since I can’t help you restore consciousness, take this as compensation.

The wristband was handcrafted by me. It will allow you to communicate better with ‘her’ and prevent any out-of-control situations.”

As Reagan took the cold and moist bone wristband, his gentleman’s clothes immediately read the related tool information.

‘Chains of Shackles’ – A minority of special corpses continue to grow during burial, and an extra section of cervical spine that protrudes through the epidermis, also known as ‘Chains of Shackles bone’. The bracelet, forged from multiple sections of such bones, can enhance the mental dominion of the wearer.

Reagan’s pupils noticeably dilated as he read the information about the bracelet.

“Thank you, Mr. Field.”

“With your ‘Perception’, you should be able to use this thing properly. Let’s call it a night ~ Staying up late isn’t a good habit. You should go back and rest. The journey to Holy Grail Mountain is not going to be easy.”

Reagan left the manager’s house and headed back to the lakeside. Glimpsing the boat and the figure lying on it at the heart of the lake, he then departed straight away.

As Reagan was about to step out of the cemetery gates, he suddenly turned to a nearby ordinary grave mound that was still not in a hurry to be relocated. These graves, set on the land by the shore, were the lowest class of burial.

He put on the bracelet and directed his palm towards the mounded grave.

Rustle, rustle, rustle~

The grave mound loosened, and a decayed, rotting arm burst forth.

As Reagan pressed his palm downwards, the arm of the animated corpse obediently retreated back into place, smoothly covering up the opening with soil.

“This is a great item…”

After having their last meal at the hotel, the three teams were ready to head to Greyrell Mountain, each according to the route they had chosen, to eliminate the rooted pathogens and locate the ‘Passage’.

The white-haired Lotson, skilled in ancient magic, looked around at the dinner table and, not seeing a particular person, asked Reagan, who appeared approachable:

“Speaking of which, where did your captain go? Why isn’t he coming to eat?”

“William is dealing with some private matters with Mr. Field for now. He should be here later.”

“Mr. Field? No wonder I haven’t seen him all day. I really envy geniuses like him; people appreciate them wherever they go.”

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