How did he suddenly complete the prophecy of the god of death?
He "listened to the teachings of the dead," but all he did was send some flowers and glance at the epitaph.
The teachings of the deceased?
Instruction?
Phil Gray suddenly realized something and hurriedly looked in front of him, only to find that the old man had already disappeared.
There were only his footprints on the snow-covered ground.
He looked around anxiously, only to find the entire cemetery still completely silent, with no trace of the old man's presence.
It turns out he wasn't the gravedigger, but a deceased person in the cemetery.
“Thank you!” Phil Gray shouted.
He then continued his work, placing a flower in front of each tombstone.
He came to a tombstone, which was free of snow. He looked at the epitaph: "Here lies a member of the Church of the Dead, who met his death under the watchful gaze of the God of Life."
The writing at the question mark is so worn that it is impossible to decipher, but it should probably be the words "believers" or "followers".
Phil Gray smiled as he presented the flowers and bowed.
The evening sunlight was dim, and the temperature was even lower. Phil Gray wrapped his cotton coat tighter, walked out of the cemetery, and closed the gate.
There were definitely no more carriages around the cemetery, so he had to rely on his own two feet to get out of Baiju District first.
Fortunately, his breakthrough to become a follower of two gods greatly improved his physical strength and endurance. He was not tired after a day's work, but instead was full of energy.
After walking for half an hour, he finally boarded a carriage that was halfway there.
Inside the car, Phil Gray reviewed the skill "Right Hand of the Dead" that he had just acquired after his breakthrough.
The method he used was already etched into his mind by the gods.
Through the "Right Hand of the Dead," he can turn the right hand of the deceased into a glove. After wearing this glove, he can use some of the abilities of the hand's owner in life, abilities that are performed through the right hand.
If the owner of the right hand was a knight in life, then after putting on the glove, he would be able to skillfully and freely pick up the knight's longsword.
That skill is too powerful.
However, there are some restrictions. For example, gloves can only be worn once a day for no more than three hours, and the right hand of the deceased must be intact with skin remaining. He cannot look for skeletons that have been dead for thousands of years.
Phil Gray was very excited and couldn't wait to find one of the deceased's right hands to verify it.
However, it might not be easy to find in the Church of Life.
Furthermore, he successfully became a chosen one of the God of Death, which proves that the same person can become a chosen one of two gods, which will probably shock the entire world of Ver.
He suppressed his excitement and decided to keep it a secret. Moreover, he couldn't tell his cousin Patrick, otherwise Patrick would question his own piety as pope towards the god of destiny.
Fortunately, after the power of the God of Death merged with his previous power, it no longer had that cold feeling. Even the aura of the God of Fate was almost gone. Others probably wouldn't be able to tell that he was a favorite of the God of Death. He now seemed more like an ordinary person.
He had already become a favorite of two gods, so could he become a third? Phil Gray had a sudden thought, but this required opportunity. The words of the gods were not so easy to hear and fulfill; he could only wait and try again later.
Thinking it over, he calmed himself down and looked into the distance.
But then they saw three or five people kicking and beating a homeless man on the street corner. They were grinning maliciously. After one person kicked him, another person would quickly follow up with another kick. One person even pretended to unzip his pants and urinate on him, but then gave up, probably because he felt cold.
The homeless man did not resist; he simply covered his head and silently endured their bullying.
The blood, flowing onto the white snow, appeared vivid and glaring.
Phil Gray hesitated for a moment, then, just as the people were about to disappear from sight, he finally called out to the coachman, "Stop for a moment."
He ran towards the group of people and easily subdued the bullies with the strength of a god-given individual. The bullies were knocked to the ground, groaning softly.
"You brat... what does this have to do with you?" one of them said fiercely, uttering vulgar language, though the middle part was probably local dialect, which he didn't understand.
Phil Gray didn't answer, but kicked him in the face a few times, knocking the man who had just gotten up back to the ground.
The other people lying on the ground saw this, and while groaning, they quickly pulled the person who had just fallen away and ran away.
The chorus of insults vanished into thin air.
Phil Gray looked at the homeless man still sitting in the corner. His clothes were tattered, and his skin was red from the cold wind. Fortunately, he didn't have any serious injuries; some wounds were bleeding, but they weren't deep. However, just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he noticed that the homeless man seemed to only have one leg.
How pitiful.
He approached the homeless man. "Are you alright?"
The homeless man did not answer him, his eyes fixed on the corner of the wall, looking lost.
Sighing, he took out two silver coins from his spatial storage. "Go buy some clothes and food."
The homeless man still didn't react, so he could only place the silver coin in front of him and then leave.
He thought that such a thing wouldn't happen in this parish that respected life, but it turns out there are always exceptions.
Not everyone respects the rules or reveres the gods.
Once back on the carriage, the journey was peaceful, and we soon arrived back at the inn.
As soon as he entered the tavern on the ground floor, he heard a voice cheerfully calling out to him, "Cousin, come quick!"
He looked toward the sound and saw Patrick, whose hair was now dyed red. His fiery red hair was incredibly fluffy, like a burning flame, but it looked more like a red rooster with its feathers standing on end.
He couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Cousin, how's my hairstyle? I really should have listened to you and changed it sooner. I feel like I look a lot more handsome than before. What do you think?" Patrick said happily.
"They do look very energetic."
He hadn't expected Patrick to dye his hair red, but as long as it covered his gray hair, it wouldn't make much of a difference.
"Cousin, did anything unusual happen on your journey?"
"No, I'm just going to the cemetery to take a look. An ancestor I read about in a book is buried there."
"I see."
Night fell, and small groups of customers entered the tavern.
The tavern came alive, feeling especially warm on the winter night. The aroma of burning white stone blended with the fragrance of barbecue, it seemed the owner was going to be serving new dishes tonight.
Phil Gray curled his lips into a smile.
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