Volume 7: War and Peace in an Abandoned Town Chapter 17 Sir
Elderly people are worthy of respect.
No matter what species or what form of intelligent creatures, existence with long lifespan is ultimately worthy of awe.
Their lives are countless times longer than yours. They say they have experienced things you can never imagine, or even magnificent scenes you have never dreamed of. The experience of the elderly is even more precious, and it can even be said that it is the crystallization of human wisdom.
The experience of every elder is a valuable asset. Their life experience is a valuable asset. But this is limited to those wise men who have no problem with their theories and logic, those old men who have truly seen through life and mastered wisdom. Other ignorant and stupid elders are not worthy of being called elders, but just old scum.
It was undoubtedly the fault of the environment that they were not corrected at a young age, but Li Lin did not mind correcting this mistake.
The premise of respecting the old and loving the young is that they are worthy of respect and love, but an old man who believes in a cult and a young child who kills people crazily obviously do not need any respect and love. Their worldviews have long been distorted and they can only use blood to express their needs.
Because they don't even have reason anymore. A group of monsters with brains full of decay and ancient cults, an old man who shot strangers without hesitation, and this guy may have killed more than one person. Because there are a lot of body parts that look like intelligent creatures on the walls and next to the boiler. Just like showing off trophies, those things were hung on the walls, placed in the kitchen and next to the fireplace, and dried and roasted into bacon and some skin paintings.
Then the mysterious material in the diary can be explained. In addition to the skin itself covered by magic, what else can produce the same effect as skin? The hatred and disgust of this town for outsiders has been written.
There's no point in talking about good times for NPCs, or showing mercy. Some people are born to die. They often need a little help on their journey to doom.
"It's a nice room, huh?"
Looking at the old man who was covering his palms and praying softly, Li Lin reached out and touched the lines on them. The warm texture felt as if the person was still alive.
Those brightly colored pigments present colorful appearances on the human skin, and you can see how much effort the craftsman put into this strange work. If you move your eyes, you can even see different scenes on the skin.
"It seems that you have killed many outsiders..."
Taking his hand away from the human skin decoration on the wall, Li Lin pointed the sickle at the old man again.
The pale sickle cut the old man's wrinkled skin, and the old man was so scared that he stuck to the wall and screamed madly.
After all, he was an old man, and old people could often see a lot of things. After praying in vain, the old man obviously realized that the strange man in front of him with dark green nether fire burning all over his body was obviously not an illusion.
The gods had no way to help him, and the fog was gathering around him, making strange howling sounds that reminded people of fear. Looking at the bloodstained nightmare holding a sickle, the old man even felt that his scalp was about to explode. His upper and lower teeth kept knocking, and looking at his palm with a gap, his face showed a miserable and desperate expression.
"Please let me go...let this poor old man go..."
He knelt on the ground and wailed:
"I was forced to do this. Outsiders are bound to die here. We are just a bunch of poor creatures hiding here. Why are you still chasing us? You have already won. You have already won. Why are you still targeting us..."
"Because we must eradicate all evil."
And you didn't answer my question.
The pitch-black wooden handle turned slightly, and in the green light of the fire, the old man let out a scream, clutching his arm and twitching on the ground. The injured arm had already been separated from his shoulder.
But the strange thing was that not much blood flowed out of the shoulder. Instead, groups of pale white maggots and pus similar to what Li Lin had seen in the prophecy spread out from the wound, and then gradually covered the broken interface, healing his wounds at a speed that was difficult for ordinary people to understand.
Li Lin, who had already been through the interpretation and the impact of the solar eclipse ritual, naturally knew what this thing was. It was a blessing from the old gods. Although they maintained the appearance of humans on the surface, just like their masters, their cores were full of swollen maggots and pus. This terrifying appearance would greatly reduce the damage and impact on them. There were similar records in the Holy Light Sequence. But without exception, these things appeared on the fanatics of the gods and missionary priests.
"It seems that you are not as honest as you appear... Your poor swollen god seems to be favoring you?"
"...You are not allowed to insult God!"
"You still don't understand who has the upper hand?"
Looking at the old man who seemed to have forgotten the pain and fear in an instant and was about to pounce on him with red eyes, Li Lin turned his wrist and nailed him to the wall with a sickle.
Picking up the shotgun that the old man had thrown on the ground, Li Lin skillfully removed the spent bullet shells and looked at the inscriptions and records on it. The patterns engraved inside the gun were probably fifty years ago.
In other words, a group of strangers arrived here fifty years ago, and were invited into the room by this seemingly enthusiastic old man - perhaps he was just a young man at the time. Then a series of indescribable things happened, which eventually led to the paintings on the walls and the artworks and crafts dotted around.
Although it is unknown why these things were not seen by the outside world, this was enough reason for Li Lin to sentence him to death.
"If pain is useless, then what about fear?"
Looking at the weird old man who was still roaring on the wall and had completely lost his mind, Li Lin sneered and stirred the ancient blood flowing in his body.
As if stimulated by something, some strange things gradually awakened in his body. The old man who was still screaming because of blasphemy slowly froze in place, looking at the figure screaming appearance disappeared without a trace, leaving only a little confusion and fear.
"Who are you?"
Looking at Li Lin bathing in the netherworld fire, the crazy old man asked cautiously, regardless of the blood and pus flowing on his body.
