Chapter 377 Cursed Body
“Do you sell your paintings?”

"Of course not! These are all my hard work!"

Boyd immediately snatched back all the paintings and held them in his arms.

The atmosphere of this fairly good exchange was disrupted by the undead man's active pursuit of purchase.

"You can rest now. We don't have anything more to do before tomorrow morning," said Lind.

That's how it looks from the outside, but in reality, what should be discussed next should not be heard by anyone other than Lind.

He received the message.

Upon hearing this, the undead people logged off one after another and disappeared on the spot.

"We should talk about what happened earlier," Lind looked at Boyd. "You said before that you found a way to make your brain resist that voice here?"

"Curse." Boyd nodded.

"It looks like we may have more to talk about."

Talk all night long.

The first thing we talked about was of course the production of resistance drugs.

In order to make a resistance drug, the prerequisite is that you must first be cursed by the abyss, and then use your body to bear the pain. Every time you make a resistance drug, you will bear more curses, until finally your body can no longer bear it and dies.

However, the gardeners possess another kind of power. They do not steal power from the magic ring, but gain power from the curse to strengthen themselves. However, they endure more pain than the power they gain, and this little power only allows them to run faster when they encounter disasters.

Although Boyd was an old noble, he did not learn to master extraordinary powers, nor did he stay in the palace, so he escaped. Then a force wanted to enslave him.

His willpower was not enough to fight against that force, so he came to the Big Rift, but he got an unexpected gain in the Big Rift, he was actually cursed.

The evil power of the curse actually formed a confrontation with the voice, and then Boyd took the opportunity to put on the iron cage and learn the ability to control the Pus Exile.

The iron cage has the power to restrain curses, which is related to its manufacturing process.

For demonstration, Boyd undid the lock of the iron cage, revealing a huge head that was swollen like a pumpkin and covered with ugly pustules, with the worst on the right forehead.

It's like a white-headed pimple the size of a fist, with redness and swelling around it, and it's about to burst but isn't about to.

"Curse, what has it brought you?" Lind didn't find anything wrong with Boyd. He was always in high spirits.

"There are three curses!" Boyd raised his finger and said, "They are the Rock Curse, the Slug Curse, and the Scavenger's Curse."

"Rock and soil?"

"Located at the deepest part of the Great Rift, the king of the Great Rift is called the Rock King. I encountered it by chance when I was about to approach the Great Rift."

"That sounds terrible," Lind said, thinking of the Cunning King.

"Yes, but I saved my life. It has no interest in little bugs. However, after being cursed, my body became very weak. I used to be able to carry two girls!"

"It doesn't sound that strong," Lind complained. "What about the slug curse?"

"It's a slug as big as a bed, covered with toxic pustules, wriggling forward. You'll be so sick of it that you can't eat! That's why I'm so thin." Boyd raised his arm and tapped it twice.

"The scavenger, is he from the Disaster Executioner?" Lind had met Iris, who was at the forefront, and now he had found the "fertilizer" Pus Exile, but he hadn't seen the scavenger.

They shoulder a heavy task, and when one of their companions is eroded to the limit by the abyss, they will kill the other person and make him die in the form of a human being.

"Gardeners," Boyd nodded, "but they have all been cursed and turned into undead zombies."

This is not good news.

Boyd continued, “It brings me, as you can see, the power of painting to make a painting that is unique to each person.”

"How many resistance drugs can you make now?"

"Each person can only make 10 per day. More will drive people crazy. And while making them, you have to consider making more people exiles. Every time we make one, we will be one step closer to the abyss."

"How long can it last?"

"One day." Poor yield!
There are more than two thousand undead following now, and there will be a third and fourth team later, until nearly ten thousand undead in the Kingdom of Rand have all arrived at the Great Rift.

Lind had to consider what would happen to the undead after they went deep into the abyss. Direct death was a good thing, but he was afraid that they would not die cleanly and change their race.

We must at least ensure the daily output of nearly 10,000 resistance pills in order to stabilize the exploration.

Astronomical numbers!

"Let me see your curse." Linde decided to look at the curse first and then decide what to do next. Expanding production will inevitably involve more people, so it is very important whether the curse can be controlled.

The moment Lind's fingers touched Boyd's head, the curse instantly wrapped around his fingers like an infectious disease that would inevitably be transmitted through skin contact.

But then it was swallowed by the krait emblem.

Lind simply put both hands on Boyd's forehead.

Boyd subconsciously tried to dodge, but he was far inferior to Lind.

The curse rushed towards Lind's arms madly, and then was swallowed by the serpent emblem. Lind's body was even improved for a short time, but unfortunately, when the swallowing ended, the bonus disappeared.

Lind released his hand, and Boyd had recovered to his normal state, except that his head was slightly swollen, but he could still see his previous appearance.

It felt like being punched twice.

"It looks like we have another solution."

"How do you feel?" Boyd asked first.

"Of course it's great," Lind moved his wrist, "Can you tell me how to make resistance drugs?"

I have a stubborn dragon transformation disease, maybe I can use it to make resistance medicine.

Boyd nodded. Without the curse oppressing his head, he felt much better. The materials had to be taken from the abyss, but there was no shortage of those things in the Exile Outpost. They also occasionally needed to make their own resistance medicine to take, speeding up the erosion by the abyss, and then using the products created by the power of the abyss to slow down the erosion.

Yousui grass, a black-leaved plant similar to Chinese chrysanthemum, has the smell of cabbage worms.

Crystalline fragments are obtained from some large crabs in the abyss area. In the past, the exiles would rely on picking irises and never lacked this kind of thing, but now they are getting less and less, and they dare not go deeper.

There were four or five other miscellaneous items.

Then, Lind failed.

Not surprising at all.

"You don't have the curse of the Abyss," Boyd said.

When he saw that Lind was not afraid of the Abyss Curse, he had the same idea as Lind. In this way, he could produce unlimited resistance medicine. However, he did not have the Abyss Curse and there was really no solution. He had to enter the big rift and be cursed first.

"But you have a curse on you, a stronger one." Boyd felt that the method he mastered might be able to help Lind gain power from the curse.

"There's no rush for this."

After careful understanding, Lind found that the way the exiles obtained the power of the abyss was also very interesting. If Boyd's method was really useful and could transform the dragon curse into something beneficial to himself, he should try to get in touch with more abyss curses.

The emblem is his trump card.

Lind said, "Mr. Boyd, I would like to hire you as my chief painter, but of course you will have to do more than just painting."

Boyd was stunned: "Me?"

The topic changed a little too quickly, but Boyd hurriedly saluted and half-knelt on the ground: "I do, sir!"

You have to have a problem in your brain to refuse.

"Then, it belongs to you." Lind pointed at Boyd's forehead, where the three curses converged.

The krait emblem grants success!
The moment it appeared on Boyd's head, the Krait Emblem began to work. It was excited because it tasted the endless curse.

Boyd raised his head in shock, because he found that power was constantly flowing into his body from his head, making his body weak and powerless due to the curse, but also strong and powerful.

Contradictory, yet exciting power!
(End of this chapter)