Chapter 9, Skeleton Repair Technique

The old man's voice was deep and somber, like the quietly flowing river water, impacting He Ruozhi's soul. He Ruozhi gritted his teeth and silently vowed that, even for the sake of this sorrowful old man, he would master the art of skeletal repair!

Muni smiled wickedly: "According to the last provision of the contract, I have the right to change any clause of the contract at any time. Remember, next time, never sign a contract with the devil in Latin, ha ha ha..."

The old skeleton said with utmost seriousness

Thus, throughout this year, He Ruozhi, who was originally introverted and self-deprecating, had no choice but to talk to himself all day long, otherwise he would surely go mad from the suffocating silence

Old Di pointed to the sleeping bone dragon, Gelat: "However, Lord Gelat's skeleton is indeed too complex. I consider myself the most outstanding skeletal repairman in the Dark Abyss, yet I can only repair skeletons with fewer than 3,000 bones. Therefore, it is truly astonishing that Lord Gelat has asked you to repair his body"

What if Zhi breaks out in a furious tirade

Suddenly, a violent coughing fit erupted nearby, startling He Ruozhi, who realized that a new skeleton soldier had appeared behind him without his noticing

The skeleton soldier is hunched over, its entire frame appearing exceedingly ancient, resembling an elderly figure from the human world. It leans on a staff made from a thigh bone and carries a leather pouch on its back, filled with various tools

Indeed! He Ruo Zhi suddenly nodded, his eyes filled with tears of excitement, almost shouting "Long live understanding!"

He Ruo Zhi sighed: "Miracle, the fact that I have not died after being tormented by you all is the greatest miracle in the world!"

Although there was that skeletal dragon in the past year, this lazy dragon, apart from absorbing some grievances when there was nothing else to do, spent the entire day sleeping and had nothing to say to humans at all

Although my body has perished, the fire of anger deep within my soul has not been extinguished. Even if I become a devil, I will fight against the kingdom's army and kill that detestable tax collector! Under the stimulation of this resentment, I transformed into a skeletal soldier and survived. Thanks to the memories of my past life as a blacksmith, I found it very easy to master the art of bone repair. Thus, I continued to fight under the banner of the Dark Queen until the time of the final battle.

Old Di chuckled softly and gently patted He Ruozhi on the shoulder. If it weren't for the fact that He Ruozhi had been training here for a year, being patted on the shoulder by a skeleton would surely have frightened him to death

The phrase "to save the dying and heal the wounded" nearly made He Ruozhi burst into laughter

I merely mentioned that there are issues with its wings and tail, specifically that the positions of two bones are incorrect, which will conflict with the surrounding skeletal structure. Additionally, there are two areas where several bones are missing, and some of the bones would benefit from resizing. You see, I was just casually offering a suggestion; it is entirely within its rights to disregard my input. Why must I be kept here? I have already spent a full year in this place, and I have truly had enough

If you have any questions, just ask Old Di; he will teach you how to become a qualified bone repair technician

The advanced skeletal warriors may be able to gather bones using their own vengeful power, but ordinary soldiers do not possess this ability. They either rely on their own skills to augment their physical structure or depend on bone repair specialists like us

Is that so? We have a contract...

Although troubled in heart, He Ruozhi had long been accustomed to his misfortunes. At least now there was one more person in the valley to talk to, which was indeed a good thing

Hey, wait a minute, you heartless raisin! I will cantaloupe you, you guava!

Ahem, ahem, I am Old Di. Young people... from today onwards, I will be responsible for teaching you how to repair the damaged skeleton soldier brothers

"Old Di, how did you become a member of the Undead?" He Ruo Zhi asked curiously. Old Di was one of the more normal skeleton soldiers he had seen, so he decided to ask.

Muni was very astonished: "Is that so? This is truly a dreadful piece of news. Even the best repairman in the Shadow Realm cannot fix Gerald's skeleton; it is simply too complex. The bone dragon is indeed excessive..."

He Ruo Zhi asked despairingly, "Mr. Muni, that Jielate said he would keep me until I could fix it, this this this can't be true, can it?"

Is there such a thing?

If the intelligence is compromised, even the most skilled experts here can only repair skeleton soldiers with fewer than 3,000 bones, yet I have to complete a repair task involving over 10,000 bones. This is simply impossible

Mu Ni elegantly turned around, once again transforming into a handful of dust

Moreover, many novels depict that skeleton soldiers do not require repairs; with just a call, their bones seem to fly back onto their bodies.

Muni nodded and said, "I somewhat understand why Gerald assigned you such an almost impossible task. It seems you truly have this capability. So, let us proceed as the bone dragon suggested. Good luck! I have faith in you"

Indeed, it is the style of the devil's dealings

What if He Ruo Zhi was taken aback and proceeded to repair the skeleton soldier? Aren't skeleton soldiers the kind of cheap consumables?

Muni has appeared

The skeletal commander remains as noble and elegant as ever, reminiscent of the aristocracy of the medieval era, exuding a graceful demeanor. Clad in a black robe and surrounded by flowing purple flames, he is further imbued with an air of mysterious malevolence

Old Di nodded: "Moreover, after an intense battle, many brothers are unable to stand on their own, let alone repair themselves. At this time, we must rely even more on our skeleton repairers. Thus, we are akin to doctors among humans, bearing the heavy responsibility of saving lives and healing the wounded"

At that time, I was also a coward. Although I clearly knew that my wife was in the hands of the other party, I was afraid of the blades and guns of the king's guard. I hesitated for an entire night before going to the tax collector's camp to demand her release. However, at that moment, the tax official returned to me the already cold body of Fennia.

He Ruo's heart suddenly surged with an ominous premonition

The ghost fire in Muni's eyes suddenly leaped up: "You can actually see where Jeralt is injured? My goodness, He Ruozhi, you are truly a once-in-a-lifetime genius in our skeleton realm, the overlord among skeletons. Even the best bone repair specialists do not know the extent of Jeralt's injuries. Incredible!"

My suffering is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people; at that moment, I charged at the tax officer as if I had gone mad, and as a result, I was inevitably stabbed to death by him

Old Di

My wife, Fania, is a person with a strong sense of justice, so she went to confront the tax official. Unexpectedly, the tax official was taken by her beauty and forcibly detained Fania.

Old Di leisurely stroked the leather pouch at his waist and slowly said: "In front of me is a very famous blacksmith, who can be said to be the most outstanding craftsman in our town. One year, the king's tax collectors came to our town, not only extorting money but also injuring many people.

Old Di smiled and said, "However, since the adults have agreed to your training, it means they believe in your abilities. Perhaps you might even create miracles, young man"

If it were in the past, the timid He Ruozhi would certainly not have been able to voice his demands so loudly, even if the reasoning was on his side. It seems that this year has indeed brought about significant changes in him

Muni's voice came from midair, carrying a hint of amusement in it