Arriving alone: ​​70 billion copies of survival

Chapter 213 Aya's Secret Medicine
"Let me see, this one? No, it won't work...or this...nor...wait, I think I found it..."

He Gang quickly used inexpensive computing power to purchase a potion in the system store that could alleviate the pain at the root——

【Aya Secret Medicine】

[Description: The legendary pharmacist Aya developed a pain-relieving potion for the soldiers who were injured for various reasons on the doomsday battlefield.

Effect: Every time you drink 50ml, you can not feel any pain for an hour, including physical, mental or even spiritual. In addition, the user's adrenaline secretion speed will be maintained at a sufficient level The highest limit of acceptance, so that he can have the strength to think and say things.

Note: Ordinary people can only use a maximum of 500ml of the secret medicine in a lifetime, and it will not work if it is too much. 】

This potion also comes from a dungeon world. Although the history and secrets of that world have not been known to survivors and lords, the system is already selling props that have appeared in this world.

[Aya's Secret Medicine] is very suitable for the old Mr. Frank Bryce who seems to be sane, but suffers from certain tortures all the time and doesn't know when he will completely degenerate.

"Light."

He Gang spat out such a word.

So in an instant, the majestic and inspiring holy light burst out like the sun falling into the field.

The entire Little Hangleton was covered by this brilliant light.

The warm and sacred power slowly but surely expels the active gray fog that seems to be stuck together.

The hillside where the Riddle Mansion was located was suddenly cleared away, revealing countless skeletons in different postures crawling in the mud.

Even the dark clouds in the sky that had not dispersed for many years were nowhere to be found at this moment.

"This is the first time I'm fully capable."

He Gang shrugged towards Dumbledore.

To be honest, although he now has many skills and talents, there is still only one skill that truly belongs to him.

That is 【Holy Light】.

It's just that the current holy light is no longer an enchanting skill with no rank in the past.

It can also be used as an attack skill of sorts.

Although there is no rank.

They walked towards what had been rotting away that day, where every bone had been smashed to pieces.

Only when you get close can you feel how big it is.

"I dare say no whale is as big as this."

He Gang said.

Nagini hissed.

Even she, a well-informed and long-lived blood-cursed orc, had never seen anything like this.

The most dangerous creature Voldemort ever created was the basilisk, and the strangest army he ever created was the army of the Inferi.

But none of them were as disgusting as this one.

"The tissue fluid on its body is flowing out."

He Gang was a little disgusted.

Dumbledore let the thing's wounds scab with a small charm, so the red and yellow viscous liquid was finally locked in its rotten flesh-like body.

Only then did He Gang pour a whole bottle of about two hundred milliliters of the secret medicine into Frank's mouth.

Following a violent tremor, and the fierce physiological reaction of the entire monster's body, the old man's face finally seemed to stop crying in pain.

"Can you hear us?"

Dumbledore said,
"Mr. Frank Bryce?"

He peeled off the latter's somewhat gigantic, decayed eyelids with only a little fascia left, and used the fluorescent light on the tip of his wand to examine Frank's eyeballs.

"Yes, I can hear you."

A weak voice sounded.

It seemed that the aging prisoner who hadn't eaten for several days finally saw the light of day, and Frank breathed the fresh air greedily and laboriously.

He says,

"What year is it?"

"Fifty-eight years."

He Gang answered him instead of Dumbledore, he asked,

"Do you know what happened to yourself?"

"Yes, yes, of course I know. There is a devil-like thing that tortured me in different ways every day for several years. At that time, I thought I was dead. Everyone in hell has lived like this."

Frank's voice is actually very weak, and his life has already come to an end, only to be revived and maintained in this disturbing state of life by some weird power.

When he was speaking, the gleam in his eyes was returning quickly, but it seemed like flakes were blowing in the wind and might go out at any time.

He says,

"I didn't give in to that Austrian corporal with a mustache and a nose, nor did I give in to a guy without a beard and a nose, and now I won't give in to a beast that isn't even a human!"

When he said this, he was very indignant.

Some of the skin on the already rotten face was cracked due to the violent facial expression, revealing the red dried flesh underneath.

Animals that are not even human beings.

He Gang and Dumbledore looked at each other.

Frank Bryce has been trapped in a monster in this form all these years, but his soul seems to be tortured by something in a certain spiritual world day and night, only occasionally able to escape.

From this point of view, the owners of other faces are probably the same.

It's just that they have already fallen in the endless torture, and have truly become a part of the strange thing.

No wonder Frank is the only one who has retained some semblance of sanity.

"Can you describe the shape of the thing that tormented you?"

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't..."

Frank had a look of confusion on his face and said,

"I can't seem to remember exactly what it looks like... But boy, you'd better take your old brother out of here quickly. This ghost place is very evil. Let the army come and burn it down with a fire bomb."

As he spoke, he began to whine again.

Even my spirit began to travel a bit.

"Something is affecting him."

said Dumbledore, rising to his feet,

"It's probably the thing that has been tormenting him in the spiritual world."

"I'm very sad, you can give me a happy one."

Frank regained some of his sanity.

His eyes widened.

He Gang asked again:

"Did you see the man who killed you sent to this mansion?"

"That ugly monster with no nose? No, but there seems to be a group of inhuman things digging holes in the cemetery below. Maybe you can go there and try your luck."

Frank said a lot in one breath.

Then his complexion became abnormal again.

He Gang sighed, and said:
"Frank Bryce is only a Muggle after all. Although he was able to resist the infection for such a long time with a firm will, after all, he lacked a lot of countermeasures... I guess that's all the information he knows."

"Is it possible that Voldemort is hiding in the cemetery? We just came out of there."

Dumbledore said.

(End of this chapter)