Chapter 42

The incident happened suddenly. The person called by Jiang Junming to help lift the chin of the short merchant was dazed, only subconsciously following Jiang Junming's instructions.

Jiang Junming placed his fingers on the short merchant's neck, where the carotid artery had already stopped pulsing. Jiang Junming was somewhat anxious, unsure if he could save the person. However, if a person had just died and could be revived within a short time, their body would not suffer from oxygen deprivation, nor would they become a vegetable due to prolonged brain hypoxia.

At this moment, time was truly life. Jiang Junming knelt beside the short merchant, who was lying on the ground, with his knees shoulder-width apart. His movements were precise, placing his palm on the lower third of the merchant's sternum, just above the xiphoid process. His right hand was on top of his left, and his arms were straight. He used the weight of his upper body and his own strength to press down forcefully.

After every fifteen compressions, Jiang Junming would perform one artificial respiration on the short merchant. The entire process was as standard as a teaching demonstration, without any flaws. However, to the others, Jiang Junming seemed to be doing something incomprehensible, as if he had gone mad.

Little Price and the two priests had already tried, but their healing spells were ineffective. In everyone's mind, the years of understanding and knowledge of this world had formed a subconscious belief that this person was already dead. Although his luck was good, and he had two priests and a genius boy using divine spells to treat him in his final moments, his life could not be saved.

In the past, when such situations occurred, the priests would casually say a few words of mourning.

But... the two priests were watching what Jiang Junming was doing, unsure what he was doing to the "corpse." It didn't seem like desecration, but rather "crazy" chest compressions and blowing air into the short merchant's body...

Was he mad? Just a moment ago, Jiang Junming was talking and laughing with Little Price, but how could he go mad in the blink of an eye? Even if the short merchant had helped him, it shouldn't have made him this anxious.

The emergency resuscitation continued, and Jiang Junming was doing chest compressions, fighting for every second. Each rescue attempt was uncertain, but he would do it seriously and wholeheartedly. Moreover, Jiang Junming knew that the short merchant's sudden illness was related to the emotional excitement of helping him speak up.

"Junming, stop! He's already dead!"

"Let the dead rest in peace and return to the embrace of the gods. You are disturbing his journey to heaven!" The knight attendants and priests shouted at Jiang Junming to stop.

"Too outrageous! To dare desecrate a corpse in front of the priests, I see you don't want to live anymore." Someone habitually accused Jiang Junming of a grave sin that could not be easily explained. Although everyone knew he wasn't desecrating the corpse, what did that matter?

"The genius Little Price and the two great priests have already tried, and this person is dead. You are still doing this strange action. I think that boy is really out of his mind," said the fat Chados, speaking in a low voice, trying to mock Jiang Junming habitually but afraid of being heard, his mouth swollen, making his voice sound strange.

"What can the Goddess of Mercy do?" The thin Ered pursed his lips and said to Chados, "Isn't she like a beast? Look how rough he is, desecrating a corpse in front of so many people. I think he's done for this time."

"Exactly! Can the priests of the Church of the Goddess of Mercy not guarantee that their divine spells will always succeed like Little Price, so they resort to this crude and barbaric method?" The fat Chados, hearing a knight attendant say Jiang Junming was desecrating the corpse, which could be a capital offense, grew bolder and began to add fuel to the fire.

"Who knows if the Goddess of Mercy even exists. Even if she does, her divine power may not be effective. We can only solve the problem this way. It's really funny. Look at him blowing air into the corpse. Just watching it makes me feel sick," the thin Ered also mustered the courage to say.

The slaps Jiang Junming had given them still hurt, but the two boys continued to mock him, trying to turn his rescue efforts into desecration. If that happened, they would definitely go to watch the spectacle when Jiang Junming was put on the stake.

At this moment, the short merchant suddenly made a "gurgling" sound. In the midst of the rebukes, the sound was not very loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone around, as if an invisible hand had grabbed everyone's neck. All the mockery and rebukes disappeared at the same time.

Everyone looked at the short merchant in confusion. Wasn't he already dead? Where did that sound come from? Can the dead make sounds? Or has he come back to life!

What was that sound? Little Price looked at the short merchant in confusion. The sound was not continuous, and he couldn't determine if it was really from the merchant. The person was dead, Little Price was sure of that, but his face didn't have the gray color of a dead person, and... the bluish color from his illness was starting to fade!

Jiang Junming had stopped the strange actions. The short merchant's chest was faintly rising and falling, indicating that he had resumed breathing. A dead person had actually come back to life!

Was this an illusion? Or... Little Price couldn't believe that a "dead" person had come back to life due to Jiang Junming's strange actions. That was something even divine spells couldn't do, at least not his own... No, not even the divine spells his father could cast. This was beyond the realm of miracles. The various wonders Jiang Junming had shown were still within Little Price's understanding, but what was happening now was beyond his comprehension. What kind of power could bring the dead back to life?

It must be an illusion, Little Price thought. Then he saw Jiang Junming lift the short merchant from his chest and hold him in his arms. The merchant's face gradually returned to normal, though he was still very weak, but... he was indeed alive!

The knight attendants and priests who had just rebuked Jiang Junming witnessed this. A person who had been treated with divine spells but died had come back to life right in front of them. Was this a dream? Could it be that the powerful followers of evil gods who passed by earlier had cast some spell? No, that couldn't be. But how could this be explained?

The words of rebuke they had just said to Jiang Junming felt like slaps on their faces, ringing out loud and clear.

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