This discovery made his face turn pale in an instant.
[Ding! You've discovered Disease 1 on the target: Hyperostosis!]
[Ding! You've discovered Disease 2 on the target: Osteoporosis!]
[Ding! You've discovered Disease 3 on the target: Bone Fracture!]
[Ding! You've discovered Vicious Disease 4 on the target: Severe Arthritis!]
Ding ding ding ding—
More than a dozen prompts rang in Ryan's ears.
Ryan coughed, raised his head, adjusted his monocle, and smiled, saying,
"Senior, it seems you're seriously ill."
Black Skull's body suddenly became stiff.
Almost at the moment when his hand touched his wrist and completed the diagnosis, he already felt the abnormal changes in his own body.
He subconsciously moved his wrist slightly.
Crack—
A clear cracking sound came from the joint.
Disease!
His gaze suddenly became hollow.
Even though he had just activated various countermeasures against curses and diseases in his body, he was still "diagnosed" with abnormal diseases.
The countermeasures he activated weren't triggered.
The leather coat on him that could greatly reduce the interference of curses and spells didn't react at all.
In other words.
He really "diagnosed" diseases for himself.
And it wasn't a curse or interference?
But.
How was this possible!
And behind him.
Under the mask, the Executor's face was already pale.
Because he saw it!
It was a curse.
But the curse didn't act on his target!
Instead, it acted on himself!
When he was diagnosing Black Skull!
That fleeting curse interfered with and tampered with his ability!
In front of the table.
Ryan stood up, took a quill pen, and quickly wrote in the notebook while pacing and saying,
"Osteoporosis, hyperostosis, bone fracture, severe arthritis, severe necrosis of the bone marrow..."
He adjusted his glasses.
"Although you're an undead, anyway, you must take good care of your body. With so many malignant diseases added together, the impact on your physical health is very big."
He stretched out his hand with a smile.
Took off his gloves.
Revealing the hand bones that were already slightly cracked.
"Look, it's already injured like this. Do you still think there's nothing wrong with your body now?"
For some reason, the smile on Ryan's face became even brighter.
"Really?" Black Skull said deeply, "Amazing. I didn't expect this. Even though I used anti-curse and anti-disease measures, you were still able to quietly inflict so many diseases on me."
"Does bringing pain and diseases to others really make you happy?"
The smile on Ryan's face froze in place.
Suddenly, it became quiet all around.
The finger he placed on Black Skull's hand bone rubbed slightly, and the rustling sound made by the friction between the fingernail and the bone made people feel extremely uncomfortable.
Dead silence spread.
"They're clearly your own diseases."
Ryan's voice came from under the shadow in front of his forehead, revealing a pair of blood-red eyes.
"I clearly discovered the diseases for you."
"I clearly found the root of the problem for you."
"You really, really annoy me."
Crack—
His hand bone was actually pressed out a finger hole by Ryan's finger.
"What are you doing?!" The Executor shouted loudly, and his sharp long fingers instantly stabbed at Ryan's wrist.
Ryan quickly withdrew his hand, and the smile on his face became even brighter. He raised his hand and said,
"Ah, sorry, just a small accident. Please don't mind it."
Suddenly.
It was like a brief pause.
The smile on his face froze in place, like a painting.
Then.
He seemed a bit sleepy and restrained his expression, frowned and rubbed his temples, and there seemed to be a hint of surprise in his eyes.
"Sorry, I seemed a bit... not right just now. Maybe I consumed too much mental energy. I'm very sorry for hurting you."
"Senior, are you okay?"
He asked seriously.
Black Skull said hoarsely, "I'm fine."
"Ah! That's good. I apologize for my behavior just now."
He suddenly regained his previous expression without warning, put his hands together, smiled, and bowed his head slightly.
Only his smile made people feel even more uncomfortable and confused.
"I might be really sleepy."
Then he opened his eyes hard, took out a small bottle of medicine from his arms with a smile, raised his head, and dropped some eye drops into his eyes hard.
As if this could relieve his fatigue for a while.
But his rapidly changing expressions and smiles made the Executor feel chills in his heart one after another.
Something's wrong!
It's getting more and more serious!
He became even weirder than before this diagnosis.
Black Skull's hoarse voice rang in his mind again.
"The countermeasures didn't work! I still got hit. Did you see anything just now?"
The Executor's gaze was solemn. He withdrew his gaze and immediately told Black Skull in his mind what he had seen.
Including the fleeting silhouette of the clown when he was diagnosing.
Black Skull asked hesitantly, "You mean, the curse in his body isn't the source of the diseases he inflicted on me, but that curse tampered with his diagnosis method and turned his diagnosis into inflicting diseases?"
The Executor frowned and said, "That's my guess, but I don't know exactly what's going on. And..."
"The curse in his body was far less powerful when I first met him. His personality also seems to be becoming more and more paranoid."
The soul fire in Black Skull's eyes flickered, and he asked hesitantly,
"Do you suspect that every time he uses his diagnosis ability, it will deepen the influence of the curse in his body on him? Not only his ability, but even his... perception?"
The Executor didn't say anything.
But his frown became even tighter.
Yes.
He did have such suspicions.
Because just now, the young man clearly had the desire to hurt.
This was completely different from his previous performance.
Obviously.
Some kind of change was taking place.
His gaze was fixed on the indented fingerprint on Black Skull's hand bone.
For no reason.
It was an unprovoked injury.
The smile on his face just now clearly showed a sense of teasing and amusement.
"Sir Black Skull, what should we do now?"
The Executor asked in his mind.
Black Skull said hoarsely, "I'll hold him steady first. You go and treat Raven immediately and explain the specific situation to him. If possible, we need to treat this young man!"
"But we still don't know exactly what type of curse is in his body, so we must be careful!"
.
The Executor took a deep look at Ryan in the distance and said,
"Then I'll go, sir. Please be careful."
He wasn't worried about Black Skull's state.
Because he was an undead.
For the undead, the body was just a replaceable shell.
After saying that.
He immediately turned around, and his body disappeared into the thick fog like a ghost.
And Black Skull sat there like a statue, looking at the young man in the distance who was dropping eye drops.
As if noticing the situation here.
Ryan walked over, sat in front of the table, rubbed his eyes hard, and kept dropping medicine, saying,
"Senior, where's your companion?"
Black Skull said hoarsely, "He went to take care of the doctor you diagnosed with diseases. He'll be back soon."
Ryan rubbed his temples and said,
"So, do you still think I inflicted diseases on you?"
Black Skull said deeply, "No, I was outspoken before. You're really outstanding. Your diagnosis ability has indeed discovered many malignant diseases that already existed in my body."
The smile on Ryan's face became even brighter.
"It's so nice to hear your recognition and understanding. I thought you were as stubborn as the previous two!"
"Where are the other Night Healers? When will they arrive?"
Black Skull said hoarsely, "They're on their way. If possible, they're also willing to let you diagnose them."
"That's really great." Ryan rubbed his eyes even more, smiling brightly.
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