Becoming An Ancient God From Blood Therapy

Arkham Central Hospital.

After the skull on the altar was taken away, the special parasites floating in the entire hospital died quickly like humans without oxygen.

At the same time, the horrible sandstorm outside the hospital gradually calmed down.

The dark sky outside, shrouded in sandstorms, quickly regained its brightness at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the corridor on the fifth floor, broken glass and bricks of the wall were scattered in the corridor, and the huge monster had disappeared for some reason.

His whole body was covered in blood, and Chief Whitcott, who was lying on the ground, kept coughing up blood from his mouth, and he seemed to be dying.

"After I die... I don't need to go into the ground, I don't need to erect a monument, just scatter my ashes into the sky." Whittaker said with difficulty.

Dr. Morsi, who was beside him, said, "Don't say such silly things."

As he spoke, he took out a thumb-sized needle from his pocket.

This needle tube has its own needle, and the needle tube is made of special metal, which looks very strong.

Most of the silver-gray needles are silver-gray, with only a vertical bar of transparent structure with precise scales on it.

Through the transparent structure, it can be seen that there is a liquid mixed with milky white and blood red.

Whitcott said weakly, "I know my body. That guy's tentacles have crushed my stomach, liver and all intestines."

With that said, Whittaker squeezed the corner of Dr. Morsi's shirt with his **** hand and said, "Morsi, we can be regarded as having some friendship, and I hope that my last wish can be fulfilled."

Dr. Morsi picked up the needle, reached out and touched Whittaker's left chest. After determining the position of his heart, he directly pierced the needle and injected all the liquid inside.

"You're not dead yet, so don't be in such a hurry to say a last wish."

"It's a waste of effort, I..." Wickett said halfway, and suddenly his mouth froze.

Immediately, he could see the muscles of his whole body begin to wriggle rapidly.

At this moment, Whittaker only felt an incomparably powerful warm current burst out in his heart, and then quickly swept the whole body along the blood.

After that, he felt that his meager consciousness became clearer and clearer, and at the same time, a violent itching came from all over his body.

This kind of itching is very familiar to him, because it is the process that occurs when the wound heals.

He wanted to use all his strength to raise his head and look at his chest, but suddenly found that the strength of his body was much stronger than he thought.

He raised his head easily, and then found that the wound on his skin and the big hole in his body were healing quickly.

"This...what did you inject me!?" Whittaker asked in shock.

Morsi smiled mysteriously: "Holy blood, as long as you have one breath left, it can keep you from dying."

After speaking, Morsi looked at Wickett and said, "It's a pity that the opponent's attack method has a very special power. This blood can only heal the wounds on your body, but it cannot regenerate your organs."

At this time, the missing left eye, right arm, and internal organs of the body could not be repaired.

This is impossible for normal people to survive at all, but after all, Whittaker is an advanced superhuman with strength close to level 40, so he can still live a normal life at this time, but his overall strength will drop by 50%.

At this time, Whittaker felt that he had recovered to a normal body. He stood up and touched his abdomen with the remaining left hand. Although it was empty, the skin had completely healed.

"How could you have such a thing?" Wickett was shocked at this moment.

Morsi said proudly, "This is the blood therapy technique invented by the young master."

While speaking, it was time for the muscle-enhancing agent on Morsi's body, and under Whittaker's gaze, he changed from a muscular giant back to an ordinary person.

"This is also... the power of blood therapy?"

Morsi nodded: "Of course."

At this moment, the door on the side suddenly opened, and Hardy hurried out with Charlemagne.

"Is there any holy blood?" Charlemagne asked hastily.

Morsi handed over the second iron injection and asked, "Who uses it?"

Charlemagne said quickly: "Eve, the head of the Grand Theatre, Mr. Coase has already wiped out the desert emperor, but in order to save those who are possessed by the undead, Eve is going to be the container of the script of the King of Yellow Clothes. Wang Ting's strength stayed, but now her physical fitness is a little bit behind."

Hearing this, Morsi knew that this was a good thing for his young master, so he handed over the injection and said, "This injection is probably not enough, Wayne, take Charlemagne back and get him three more."

"Okay!" Wien, who had now returned to a normal person, brought Hardy and Charlemagne to leave.

Whitcott, who heard the ins and outs clearly, said, "Empress."

"What?" Everyone was stunned.

Whittaker said: "The weakness of the desert emperor is his concubine. There is no his concubine among all the actors in the Grand Theater this time, right?"

Charlemagne thought for a while and nodded, "No."

"Tell Eve to let her find the imperial concubine and become an imperial concubine. Only in this way can he appease the desert emperor. Otherwise, even if she becomes a mother, she will be overwhelmed by the desert emperor's power."

"After all, the power of a demigod is not something that an ordinary person can bear."

Charlemagne immediately nodded and said, "Thank you for your guidance!"

After speaking, he left quickly.

Morsi looked at Wickett: "I can't tell~www.wuxiaspot.com~ You know quite a bit about those guys."

Whittaker: "The Desert Emperor is considered the top existence among all the followers of the King in Yellow Clothes. His stories and deeds are widely circulated in our circles. He believed in the Lord of Yellow Clothes in order to save his concubine. , but also because his concubine changed from a tyrant to a generation of wise kings."

"In the end, it was also because of his imperial concubine's strong thoughts that he took the last step after his death and achieved a demigod form."

Morsi didn't worry too much about this issue. At this time, he turned his head and looked around: "What are the parasites in the air?"

"These insects are called deep valley brain-eating insects, and they come from mysterious places that do not belong to this world. They usually appear together with the sandstorm of the King in Yellow Clothes. They will parasitize in the human body, allowing the human spirit to connect with the King in Yellow Clothes. ."

"What about the consequences?"

"The direct consequence is that these people will see the indescribable great existence and go mad, and then their self-existence will be gradually assimilated in the madness, and finally become the servants of the king in yellow."

After a pause, Wickett stood up and added, "This form is irreversible. Once it becomes, it will never come back."

Morsi said seriously, "We need your help now, Whitaker."

"If I can help anything, I will definitely help." Wickett, who was grateful to Morsi, replied sternly.

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