"Haha, that's great. From this sentence, you can help me translate it next to you, and you can point to whatever sentence you translate, so it's not easy to mess up."

Crack.

Without the One-Eyed Book, the little skeleton is still very obedient and very useful.

From this point of view, his contract was not signed in vain.

Next, the little skeleton translated one sentence and Yang Ke copied one sentence.

After copying about two or three pictures, he asked the little skeleton to stop first and then began to read the translation seriously.

December 26, 1785.

Today I originally wanted to tell his family about the death of Patient No. 4, but a little accident happened.

Patient No. 4's wife lives in the slums of St. Knowles, where a gathering of filth and cholera, I could still smell the stench of those poor people even though I wore rain boots and bird's beak masks.

When they saw me, they were like seeing a walking purse, looking at my clothes unscrupulously, and some poor people were even following behind them.

A poor man rushed over first and wanted to steal the things on me, but I shot him through the head.

The other poor people realized my ruthlessness and dared not approach me casually.

They are like maggots in this world, without any value, but will affect the beauty of the city and even bring unpredictable infectious diseases.

I saw a poor man with rotten legs and turned into abscess, lying dying in the mud beside the street. Other poor men either stepped on him or searched for something useful on him. In short, no one cared about his life or death.

Through the muddy, narrow and crowded streets, I finally found the house of Patient No. 4.

This can no longer be considered a house, it is just a few broken walls and a few pieces of rags randomly.

Even the surrounding soil is already soft and may collapse at any time.

I stepped over the broken wall and when I walked in, I saw the wife of Patient No. 4 lying on the ground, covering her pregnant belly, wailing.

A large amount of blood flowed out of her lower body. Judging from the situation, she seemed to be giving birth.

The baby's head was exposed, and I held the baby's neck with my hands, and successfully delivered her to the baby with the wife of Patient No. 4.

But unfortunately, this is a stillbirth.

What’s even more unfortunate is that the wife of patient No. 4 died directly after giving birth.

To me, it was just two poor people who died, but when I saw the baby's umbilical cord, I suddenly had a new idea, just not knowing whether it works or not, but it's worth a try.

December 27, 1785.

The ritual of using the umbilical cord to resurrect the dead is not my original intention.

It is said that after death, people will not disappear from this world immediately, but will exist in a state similar to a soul for a period of time.

The umbilical cord of a newborn baby is a pure thing, which can connect reality with the world of the dead, and can pull the soul of the dead back into the body through rituals.

Next, I will verify the authenticity of this ceremony.

If the ceremony is successful, then my dear sister Harriet will have another layer of guarantee.

The specific materials required for the umbilical cord ritual are as follows: a umbilical cord for a newborn baby, a corpse of the deceased, a complete heart, a cup of blood (preferably healed blood), two candles, and a small amount of charcoal.

I don't understand why charcoal is needed for such a ceremony, but it is written in past records.

Next is the prayer for the umbilical cord ritual:

Lord of the Abyss of Uncle and Fallen,

The immortal god of reincarnation,

Your loyal believers pray to you here,

I hope you respond to my call,
Chapter completed!