Becoming An Ancient God From Blood Therapy

At dusk, several people carried coffins back to Arkham Sanatorium.

Calvin immediately activated the highest defense specifications of the sanatorium, and locked this guy to the bottom of the sanatorium, where Lilith used to stay.

Ross said: "This guy is temporarily in charge of Lilith and Culvin. Don't let him contact anyone, and investigate the pattern of this guy's madness, as well as related habits and habits."

"Understood." The two nodded immediately.

Ross turned to look at Morsi: "How are the two dogs?"

Morsi nodded and said, "I have a clue. I extracted some food from the stomachs of these two dogs that they had eaten before."

"What did you find?"

Morsi said: "The two dogs ate people, and they were also part of the human brain and liver."

"People?" Ross raised his brows.

Morsi nodded sternly: "The most important thing is that I analyze the relevant organizations. According to the activity and strength, it can be judged that the dead person is a superhuman, and the level is about eighteen, and will not exceed twenty. "

"According to the degree of digestion, the two dogs ate the corpse at about eleven o'clock last night. During the subsequent digestion process, the mutant cells in the brain and liver of this superhuman began to infect the dog's cells, and then caused variation.”

Hearing this, Ross: "It seems to be caused by the struggle between other gangs. Inform Jike, follow the dog's trajectory, and find the body."

"clear."

After dealing with the matter here, Ross returned home, and Carrington reported: "Dr. Laban from the North District came to visit you at three o'clock. He waited here for half an hour and left, and he will see you tomorrow. Come over here."

Ross was not surprised and said, "If I'm not here when he comes next time, you can directly ask him what he has to do. You are qualified to represent me to receive guests, Uncle Carrington."

"Okay, I understand."

"How about the two children?" Ross asked.

"I'm frightened enough. I'm in the hospital now, but there shouldn't be any other major problems." Carrington replied.

Ross nodded slowly: "Rest."

Back in the study, Ross took off his head and placed it in the compartment of the bookshelf specially for heads, and sat comfortably on a chair.

He doesn't need to sleep now, so Loss, who was in the Mahayana period of immortal cultivation, hasn't slept since he crossed over.

"The special existence I don't understand, even in my current situation, can't be destroyed... Originally, it was just casual to build a shelter, but now it seems that the appearance of this guy makes the establishment of the shelter must be put forward in advance. schedule."

This monster is not only harmless under normal circumstances, but the red liquid it flows out is a very precious resource and treasure for everyone. Complete the qualitative change, making it very easy for people at the evolutionary node to go further.

As long as this guy is well controlled, he will have inexhaustible high-level blood.

Thinking of this, he took out some drawings from the cabinet beside him.

These drawings are previous designs for the Arkham Sanatorium.

This sanatorium is very suitable to be transformed into a shelter, because its current layout and structure are no different from that of the shelter. The responsibility it has exercised over the years is also the responsibility of the shelter, but the level is too low.

"I don't need to worry about the external situation for the time being, mainly the interior and underground space. I can use it for a while if I remodel the inside. Then when the time is right, I can recast the above-ground structure."

"In the knowledge in my mind, there are indeed some knowledge about materials... The brick firing of the palace of the old ruler, the production process of the throne of the King in Yellow, the deck renovation of the spaceship, the polishing of the outer shell of the superluminal spaceship... "

After thinking about this content, countless messes came.

The above contents are quite normal, and there are even the following: ancient god-level tentacle synthesis technology, Ghroth's eyepatch synthesis technology, postpartum nutrition package for the Hound of Tindalos, special dipping sauce for Cthulhu seafood stalls... ...

"What the **** is this?" At this moment, Ross finally knew the side effects of his infinitely extending and divergent thinking.

That is, in most of the time of thinking, I can't concentrate, and my willpower is always drawn by these strange knowledge.

At the same time, he also began to wonder, what did Yoggsothoth give him? His personal cooking experience?

Forced to concentrate his mind, he wanted to search for some materials with strong toughness and hardness to block the movement of the monster, or found something that it disliked or feared so that it would not dare to move.

After thinking for a long time, Ross couldn't find what he wanted.

"This knowledge is too much to learn! It seems that if I want to draw out the knowledge I need, I can't find it like this~www.wuxiaspot.com~, but I need to actually encounter it and trigger deep memories."

When he lost his head and Carrington died, because these things in front of him stimulated his mental memory, he could quickly locate the knowledge he needed.

What he needs now is to know what this monster is afraid of, and what the limit of its power is, and then start a directional search.

Thinking of this, Ross temporarily took back the spirit that he was constantly radiating, and set his sights on his town.

"At present, the central area is relatively stable. Freemasonry in the north area, Elizabeth in the wealthy area, and my alma mater in the college area are all objects that can be cooperated with."

"What I need to deal with is the Danny Gang in the business district. This guy occupied the city's coal mines, smuggled blood, wine and firearms, which affected my fortune."

"And Thomas of the Tidal Pirates of the River Region. This guy is a sacrifice of Dagon's secret sect. When the time is right, he must get rid of him."

"In addition, there are the witches of the forbidden gate in the French mountains. Let me see the next step. Who will I attack you?"

With some hesitation in his heart, he picked up his head and jumped out of the window. He was going to walk around and relax his head.

"Well? Are there mice?" Just two steps away, Ross hurriedly put his head on his neck, his eyes lit up slightly.

At nine o'clock in the evening, in the ward of Arkham Public Hospital.

A transparent figure quietly bypassed all the guards and doctors and came to the ward of the two children.

At this time, the two children were pale and frowned, as if they were having nightmares in their deep sleep.

"Aren't they infected?" The transparent man whispered, with a hint of surprise in his tone.