Chapter 183: A Passerby with Some Knowledge of Mysticism

After the tentacles appeared, they whipped around twice and then rushed towards this side with incredible speed.

The momentum was extremely fierce. Not to mention the terrifying spikes and tooth-filled suckers on these greyish-green tentacles, just being hit by these huge tentacles at such speed would cause massive trauma.

The range of this attack was very large, arguably covering the entire narrow alley, leaving absolutely no possibility of dodging.

"It's over!" Seeing these huge tentacles, the woman's face instantly turned pale, filled with despair.

She deeply knew the terror of these tentacles. Her teammates and friends had been torn to shreds by these tentacles, leaving only bones and internal organs. Their skin and muscles had been completely scraped off by the ferocious spikes and suckers on the tentacles.

Dong!

Just then, an incredibly heavy, solemn, and sacred bell sound rang out.

"Bell sound?" The quality of this bell sound was very special. Hearing this bell sound, the woman actually felt her muddled will become slightly more alert.

Bang!

The next second, a violent collision resounded in the air.

The woman raised her head and saw a scene she would never forget.

Those fatally terrifying tentacles were now about a meter away from the two, seemingly blocked by something, unable to advance any further, as if an invisible shield was protecting them.

"This is impossible!" the young man opposite shouted in disbelief.

At this moment, the young man looked very unwell. Half of his body was already covered in grey-black scales, and even the side of his body that had transformed into tentacles was gradually starting to disintegrate.

Scales fell off, and blood splattered.

Silas's expression was extremely grave at this moment. He was using all his spiritual energy to maintain the Evening Bell's Blessing, resisting the erosion of the tentacles.

After a stalemate of five seconds…

The young man opposite spat out a large mouthful of greenish blood, and the tentacles blocked outside by the Evening Bell's Blessing instantly disintegrated, turning into a large patch of dark green liquid that slid onto the ground.

That young man knelt on the ground, his entire right arm and a small half of his body had already disappeared.

It was clear that he had paid a very painful price to summon these tentacles.

"Who on earth are you!?" the young man, with one breath remaining, asked in a low voice, gritting his teeth.

Silas said calmly, "A passerby with some knowledge of mysticism."

"Some knowledge!? Hehe…" The young man laughed upon hearing this, unsure if it was out of joy or self-mockery.

Then, his body slumped to the ground, completely dead.

Silas squatted down and asked, "Miss, are you alright?"

The woman smiled faintly, closed her eyes, and fainted.

Picking up his staff and finishing off the fainted person, Silas picked up the woman's body and quickly left the place, returning to the inn.

At ten o'clock at night, Silas placed the woman on his bed, slightly unfastened the leather armor on her chest, and tapped her chest a few times.

"The left lung lobe seems to be damaged, causing the chest cavity to fill with air, compressing breathing. This is a sign of pneumothorax."

Thinking of this, Silas hurriedly took out a syringe, half the size of his little finger, from his backpack. After simple disinfection, Silas unfastened her breastplate and undid her clothes.

The woman had a very good figure, clearly the result of years of training.

Her breasts were high, her figure slender, and a clear mermaid line could be seen on her flat abdomen, which was very alluring.

Gulp!

Silas swallowed hard, feeling his heartbeat gradually quicken.

This was the first time he had seen such a real, beautiful female body face to face.

"Now is not the time to think about these things!" Silas shook his head, cast a Mantra of Serenity on himself, took a deep breath, and began the surgery.

He had read many medical books and detailed human anatomy explanations in the Holy Learning Library. Although he couldn't say he knew it like the back of his hand, he understood it quite thoroughly.

Counting down from her left armpit, he found the gap between the second and third ribs. Silas picked up a small awl and gently pierced a hole less than five millimeters in diameter in the rib gap.

Then, he inserted the previous needle into the hole to act as a channel.

Pfft!

A sound like a deflating balloon was heard, and a large amount of air leaked from the lungs was expelled from here.

As the air was expelled, the woman's swollen chest gradually subsided, and her breathing also became much smoother.

Afterward, Silas took out a blood-red potion from his backpack.

This was an essential healing potion for going out, personally prepared for him by Father Hank. It could greatly stimulate the self-healing ability of cells and heal damaged tissues in a short time.

After some thought, Silas still injected this blood therapy potion into her.

True feelings are revealed in critical moments. The series of actions the woman had taken just now allowed Silas to confirm her true nature.

After everything was taken care of, Silas let out a deep sigh of relief. He didn't dare to go out and take a shower. After setting up mystical warnings in the room, he leaned against the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

...

When Elaina woke up from her deep sleep, she felt very comfortable. Not only had her breathing returned to normal, but even the sharp pain in her lungs had disappeared.

"What's going on?" she wondered.

Slowly opening her eyes, the first thing she felt was the warm sunlight shining in from the window.

Then came the warm quilt covering her body.

"Where is this?" Elaina slowly sat up. As the quilt slipped off, she felt a chill on her chest.

Looking down, she happened to see her bare upper body and was immediately startled.

"What's going on!?" Elaina hurriedly grabbed the quilt to cover her chest and looked around cautiously.

Experienced as she was, she was not an unsophisticated young girl. At this moment, her eyes were full of calmness and stability. Looking around, she saw a bloody syringe, needle, awl, and related disinfection items on the table.

Seeing this, she seemed to understand. She raised her left arm, turned her head to look, and saw a small, freshly healed scar under her ribs.

"It's actually blood therapy!" Elaina was very surprised.

A blood therapy potion that could repair such a wound along with the lung lobe overnight was a high-grade item unique to the Holy Blood Church.

Quickly putting on her top and leather armor, and after confirming that no one had touched her trousers, Elaina completely relaxed.

At this moment, with a creak, the room door was pushed open.

Elaina immediately tensed up and turned to look.

"Looks like you've recovered well!" A clear and gentle voice came. A man in a well-fitting black suit, holding a tray, appeared before her.

Elaina immediately recognized this person as the passerby she had dragged into trouble last night.

Elaina didn't speak, quietly staring at him, observing him carefully.

The young man smiled. "Refined Gecko Potion consumes a lot of human energy. If you don't eat soon, you'll feel dizzy."

As soon as he finished speaking, Elaina felt a wave of intense dizziness wash over her. The dizziness was so severe that it made her sit back down on the bed, and at the same time, her stomach began to growl loudly.

The young man very appropriately handed over the tray and said with a smile, "Eat, if you trust me!"

Elaina snorted. "Do you think I'm afraid of you!?"

Saying this, she opened the lid and stuffed the sandwich inside into her mouth.

She hadn't eaten a decent meal in days.