Allen and his little bones [Western Fantasy]

Although Moonflower Grass has the word "grass" in its name, it is actually a small light-colored flower. It is one of the basic materials necessary for making most advanced medicines. It is not difficult to cultivate, but the conditions for picking are harsh. .

These night-blooming beauties only have a short flowering period of three hours. After three hours, their stretched petals will all curl up, and the water will drain away like a dozen baking spells, and finally they will droop. Huddled into a ball, becoming a herbivorous beast would not even bother to taste a small pale corpse.

When Allen arrived at Yuehua Grass, the moon had already risen very high.

There are only a few floating clouds above the abyss forest tonight, allowing the clear moonlight to shine down unobstructed. This generous moonlight illuminates this piece of moonflower grass... and also illuminates the black shadow lying abruptly among the light-colored small flowers .

Allen: "..."

The young pharmacist stood still in front of the herbs that he had cared for for a month. Between reflecting on whether he had a crow's mouth, stepping forward to check the shadows, and grieving over the herb that had been cut down, he chose the last one.

After all, for a pharmacist who is short of moonflower grass, seeing a piece of moonflower grass that is about to mature is ruined is really uncomfortable.

Why didn't I think of doing more protection in advance?

Allen questioned himself in his heart, he approached the shadow expressionlessly, and then stopped in his tracks.

That's right, the protection he set up can drive away monsters, avoid poisonous insects, and adjust the local environmental temperature for these little beauties with a very short shelf life.

But it can't avoid dark elements, and it can't drive away the undead.

The "black shadow" lying in the moonflower grass was not born black, he was tightly wrapped in a black cloak that could wrap from head to toe, and the owner obviously had a strong sense of privacy, even losing consciousness , he didn't forget to pull up his hood, and the dark elements that were so thick that they were almost viscous were slowly floating around him.

For dark creatures, this concentration of dark elements is equivalent to their "blood".

This is a wounded undead.

And in all likelihood, it was the one Elvis mentioned during his visit in the afternoon.

After a brief moment of silence for the medicinal materials that he unfortunately lost his life, Allen quietly watched the undead on the street for a moment, and he could feel something vibrating in his pocket.

"Don't worry, I won't leave him alone." The black-haired young man spoke in a young voice, as if he was talking to some intangible object.

It was quiet around him, except for the occasional two long howls of monsters in the distance.

And he continued into the air: "The premise is that he didn't do anything bad that crossed the line."

The shaking of the object ceased.

Allen moved his legs, carefully avoiding the surviving Moonflower Grasses. He picked up the shadow, which was much lighter than expected, and moved him to the side of the tree.

The hood that was tightly covered trembled slightly with the movement of "putting it down". The unconscious undead still did not wake up, but his hood slid down.

Although he already had a premonition when he picked up the other party, and felt what the body wrapped under the cloak was like, but when a hollow head appeared in front of him, Allen was still stunned.

"Hei Ying" will probably never have the trouble of middle-aged hair loss and baldness in his life-he has no hair on his whole body.

The "body" covered under the cloak is a skeleton.

There are only two black holes in the part where the eyes should have been, and the eyes can no longer be opened or closed. They are darkly "looking at" Alan.

And Allen... Allen touched his head very handily.

When there is a round, smooth, and slightly reflective spherical object in the moonlight, how many people can resist not using it?

Anyway, now it seems that Allen can't help it.

——It's pretty easy to touch.

After touching the unconscious skeleton, the pharmacist retracted his hand as if nothing had happened, and continued to take off the undead's cloak.

After all the cloaks were lifted, the skeleton finally revealed its full view——

The upper and lower body proportions are standard, the bone shape is correct, and the pure bone height is about half a head shorter than Allen.

According to the aesthetic standards of undead skeletons, he is a handsome and handsome man—of course, beautiful women are also possible.

The only fly in the ointment on the skeleton are the few really conspicuous scars.

Two of the ribs were directly broken and misplaced, and at least two arrows blessed with sacred runes were stuck on the fracture surface. There was a wound pierced by a feathered arrow on the femur of the left leg, and there were three sword wounds and one knife wound on the right hip bone.

Allen roughly checked the undead's injuries, made an estimate in his heart, and then put the cloak back on for him.

Before taking the other party back, he still had Moon Flower Grass to clean up.

Although it sounds ruthless, for Allen at this moment, a seriously injured undead whose "crossing the line" is still unknown is no more important than picking moonflower grass.

About half an hour later, the surviving moonflower grass was recovered, and Allen put a dozen vials containing the medicinal materials into the special medicinal material bag, and then he returned to the undead skeleton, and hugged the undead that had become a black ball again.

On the way back to the hut with the undead skeleton, Allen always felt that the scene of him walking with a skeleton seemed a little familiar. The small bottles containing the moonflower grass were sorted out and put back in the cabinet. When he turned back to the outside of the house and saw the undead that he had placed on the chair after entering the door, he suddenly realized that this is how he used to help his roommate move the life-sized skeleton model !

This "before" has to be traced back to before Alan was born on the continent of Asa.

It was a matter of his previous life.

Without letting himself immerse himself in the memories for too long, Allen quickly recovered and turned his attention back to the undead.

First of all, he had to find a way to wake up the unconscious undead.

"..." Allen stood next to the skeleton in the pose of a thinker for a while, thought for a while, opened the wooden door and went out, and soon carried back a large tank.

The big tank is not light at first glance, and has a huge volume. It is the one that the residents of the small town use to store water every day.

Allen skillfully set up the fire frame, put it in the big tank, then added water to it, lit the fire, and threw two heating spells and three small fireball spells to the bottom of the tank.

When the water finally boiled and the water surface began to spit small bubbles, he picked up the undead skeleton that had stripped off its cloak, and put it into the tank.