I Created an Ancient Salvation Organization

In the extraordinary vision of the man in black robe, there is a translucent shield in the ward that encloses a group of medical staff.

Light footsteps sounded in the corridor, and the thin man and Xuanyang Laodao rushed behind the man in black robe: "The people in this building have basically been evacuated."

The two sturdy men who were pushed to the wall and fell down slowly stood up, their bones twitched like a twist, and their bodies swelled outward, cracking the suits outside, and sticking out slippery tentacles.

All the medical staff backed away in panic.

The changes in themselves seemed to make the two men completely lose their minds, and all the tentacles protruded towards the man in black robe.

The latter stood motionless on the spot, his right palm burst into light, and he raised his hand with a swipe, like a sharp blade, directly severing the dense tentacles, and the broken tentacles fell to the ground and still wriggled unwillingly.

"hiss……"

The two monsters let out a sharp neigh, and they rushed towards the black-robed man in a flash.

"boom!"

This time, the thin man and Xuanyang Laodao didn't even see the counterattack clearly, they only heard an explosion in the air, and in the next second, the two distorted figures flew back faster, smashing many machines and cars. Fall, full of mess.

Both smashed to the ground, and the torso cracked under the action of the giant force, and the ground floor trembled.

The Aberrants struggled to fight, but they kept destroying the pure spiritual power of their evil powers, but the two failed repeatedly.

The man in black robe stepped into the ward and glanced at the middle-aged man on the hospital bed, seeing that his body surface was undulating like a boiling fluid, as if undergoing some kind of change.

"You go out first." He said gently to the medical staff.

As a result, all the doctors and nurses just stared at him blankly.

The emaciated man hurriedly stepped forward and took out his credentials to show: "We are officials of the Yan State, and there is still danger here. For your safety, please leave here quickly. My colleagues will take care of you downstairs."

Seeing the familiar national emblem on the document, everyone woke up like a dream, and nodded quickly: "Okay, let's go now, not to cause trouble to the comrades."

Xuanyang Lao Dao, who was standing at the door, stepped back, his robes had already been dried by spiritual energy.

The group walked to the door, and a nurse couldn't help looking at him. After all, this sudden and dumbfounding series of events, coupled with this old Taoist priest with white beard and extraordinary character, inevitably made people's brains go crazy.

and……

"You are... Daoist Xuanyang?" The nurse actually recognized him, and his mood was immediately agitated: "I am from Rongcheng, my mother often goes to Qingyang Palace to burn incense, I have seen you, and you brought a Little Taoist!"

The old Taoist Xuanyang was stunned for a moment, but since he has been recognized, there is nothing to deny. He nodded, held Tai Chi in his arms, and said, "Blessed Immeasurable Heavenly Venerate."

Anyway, all those who have experienced extraordinary events must sign a non-disclosure agreement.

The little nurse's eyes lit up, she glanced at her colleague on the left and her colleague on the right, and jumped up excitedly: "Master! So you are the legendary cultivator! Are you selling your talisman? I think..."

She glanced at the mess in the ward and whispered in a low voice, "I want to buy two self-defenses."

Old Taoist Xuanyang blinked helplessly, he really couldn't understand the young people nowadays, do they have such a big heart? I almost died just now, and the crisis has not been completely resolved at this moment, so I have chatted with myself.

"Lay, poor Taoists don't sell talismans, and the demons haven't been eliminated, so you should leave quickly."

As a Taoist priest, he was still used to calling otherworldly monsters in ancient times.

Although the doctor in charge and the nurse next to him also had different eyes, they could still distinguish the seriousness, so they grabbed the little nurse and walked out.

On the hospital bed, the ups and downs of the middle-aged man's body finally disappeared, his eyes suddenly opened, and he sat up strangely, and then he saw a man in black robe, an old Taoist priest, and a thin man in casual clothes, all three of them were watching. own.

He tilted his head and saw that his subordinates had been completely deformed, lying on the ground struggling hard, but to no avail.

The middle-aged man gradually understood something.

The emaciated man looked at him, coldly reciting the information obtained after the coordination of his superiors: "Kenta Zhongzhen, 45 years old, from Neon, was at the helm of the Hejing Group a year ago, but he was disqualified by his family due to his diagnosis of leukemia, and he has been deprived of his qualifications. to your cousin."

"You have been silent for a year, and a dying person actually dares to go to the Yan Kingdom to be a demon!"

Jianta Zhongzheng smiled, nodded, raised his chin slightly, and said with a little look down: "Yes, I am Kenta Zhongzheng."

The thin man's eyes were pressed together, and his expression became colder.

The man in the black robe of the Holy Shield suddenly said, "Looking at the fragments of your contaminated soul, you killed a lot of people within half a year, right?"

Kenta Zhongzhen waved his hand and corrected: "No, no, no, I didn't kill them, but they sacrificed for me, sacrificed, do you understand?"

The old Xuanyang Daoist, who has always been gentle, couldn't help but snorted coldly: "Are you worthy too?"

Zhongzhenjian turned his head too sharply, and his eyes became particularly gloomy: "Why am I not worthy? I am the heir and helm of the dignified Hejing Group, with nearly 100,000 employees. I am so noble, why am I not worthy!"

At the end, he almost shouted.

The ward was silent for a moment.

Jianta Zhongzhen lowered his head, and gradually laughed out loud, until his shoulders were shaking. He lowered his neck, but slowly raised his head, looking at the three of them with a strange attitude:

"How much money I have donated and how many people I have saved, do you know?"

"It's not worth it to use the lives of those low-level people to live for me, to return to my original position, to become the god of the new world, and to benefit the world for me, isn't it worth it?"

The emaciated man looked at his twisted expression, his fingers pinched.

There were granulation sprouts on Zhongzheng Jiantai's face: "You know what? I don't want to be like this ghost at all! I originally had a better choice to cure my damn disease."

He pressed his neck and looked around at the three of them, the joints creaked, and the gloom in his eyes became more and more intense:

"But my subordinates haven't come yet. It must be you who made trouble, so they both saw that I was dying, and used the last resort to swallow the goddamn fruit, and kill people to increase the success rate."

"you say……"

"If you come one step later, wouldn't the doctors and nurses in these wards die because of you?"

Nakazuru Kenta opened up a sinister smile little by little.

"Here!" the thin man said angrily.

However, the man in black robe still looked at him quietly, and said plainly: "Do you think you can use this performance to buy time for your real body to leave?"

Zhongzheng Kenta's frantic face froze for a moment.

"Do you know how ridiculous it is for me to watch you with your waist crooked and want to run away, while leaving an illusion to perform here?" The man in black robe spoke in a needle-like language.

"Zheng!"

Xuan Yang Lao Dao's long sword was unsheathed and held the air somewhere, but a trace of blood appeared on the blade: "Pin Dao is old, but he is not yet dazzled. It is too arrogant to try to deceive us as soon as you have mastered the evil power. Right."

The emaciated man was stunned to see that the frozen Nakata Kenta on the hospital bed shattered silently, while in front of Xuanyang Dao's long sword blade, Zhongzhen Kenta, who was squatting, gradually emerged.

"Look at your embarrassed appearance, it's really noble."

The black-robed man said lightly.

This time, Nakae Kenta's face was really distorted, but he didn't dare to move.

Because looking at the eyes of Xuanyang Laodao, he is very sure that as long as he dares to make a difference, the old man who is about to go to the ground will definitely use the sword around his neck to let himself go to the ground first.

"boom!"

Xuanyang Laodao directly kicked him down.

"This guy's back will never be so simple. For example, as an ordinary person before, why can he control the infected humans? We have to take it back and interrogate it properly." The thin man said.

The man in black robe was noncommittal: "Notify that big guy that he can come up."

He went out and took a few steps, then pushed open the door of the ward next door, only to see that the doctor here was still giving first aid to Xiaoxi, and several members of the anti-abnormality team were guarding inside.

This is what the previously emaciated man meant by the so-called "basic evacuation completed".

For a dying patient like this, interrupting the first aid and tossing and transferring is equivalent to directly killing their lives, and using spiritual power to save their lives will arouse the vigilance of the two sturdy men.

Since the sterile wards used by the two leukemia patients have no windows, the only exit is the door. Therefore, in order to cut off the last hidden danger, Daoist Xuanyang has just been guarding the door.

Although in hindsight, there was no need to evacuate the building at all, but no one knew before that the two sturdy men in suits would get into the "dead end" of the ward by themselves, allowing Heipao and the others to come to the urn to catch the turtle.

The astonishing movement of the "police" who broke in before has made all the doctors and nurses here particularly sensitive.

At this moment, the sound of the door opening shocked everyone, but their good professionalism made them dare not turn their heads to look at this time when their lives were at stake.

Nodding with several anti-dissent team members, seeing that they were all relieved, the man in black robe stepped forward: "Doctors, please let me come."

Immediately after reaching out a hand and pressing it on Xiaoxi's hand, a faint light burst out, and the heartbeat curve on the screen next to it gradually returned to normal.

This sudden scene directly made the surrounding doctors and nurses stunned. They looked up at him a little stiffly. Seeing his unusual dress, he subconsciously took a half step back.

"boom!"

The door was violently knocked open.

Totoro's round and huge figure appeared in the ward. Its original cute appearance has long been destroyed by the ferocious wounds all over its body, and its drooping flesh has made the medical staff feel anxious.

It walked to the side of the hospital bed, put the oak fruit pinched by its sharp claws to Xiaoxi's mouth, and gently pushed it into the latter's mouth.

The black-robed man's eyes moved slightly.

This oak fruit also contains a lot of vitality, and it should be the same thing as this chubby guy, and it should be the result of the power dissipation of the headquarters.

but……

In the current state of the little girl, this oak fruit is probably very difficult to restore. If you are not at level 1, you can only use spiritual power to keep her from dying, but it cannot cure the cause.

Leukemia, involving genetic problems.

When he was thinking, the surging vitality of the oak fruit filled Xiaoxi's limbs, and the latter's eyelids trembled, but he never opened it.

The big chinchilla's erect ears slowly drooped down again, and the wide round eyes narrowed a little bit.

The emaciated man also walked into the ward, but Daoist Xuanyang was nowhere to be seen, apparently to escort three undead creatures, including Kenta Zhongzheng.

"How's the situation?" He asked after asking the anti-foreign team members to take the medical staff out.

The black-robed man shook his head slowly.

The thin man's face is a little sad, the innocent and kind little girl, and the friendly supernatural beings, the two love each other, this fairy tale beauty-good story, is it going to end like this?

The big chinchilla stared straight at the pale face of the little girl on the hospital bed.

"Little blue mouse, eat quickly, I have to go."

"You're a big chinchilla, right?"

"Big Totoro, can you come every day, I will wait for you here every day."

The bright-eyed little girl seemed to be still talking to it.

Suddenly, it placed its palm on Xiaoxi's other hand, and where the two met, a green light burst forth. Even an ordinary person like a thin man felt light and cheerful, and seemed to be full of vitality.

I saw that the lustrous and supple hair of the giant chinchilla was gradually fading, and even withered, as if it had been burned by fire, and its plump body was a little shriveled.

The man in black robe opened his mouth a little bit, staring blankly at this scene.

"It's... transferring its life force to this little girl!"

One is an ignorant and innocent little girl, and the other is a demon who has just opened up his intelligence. In a sense, both are actually children.

He didn't know how the two knew each other, nor how they knew each other, but...

The man in black robe slowly clenched his fists.

"It would be a pity if such sincere feelings end in tragedy!"

Looking at the gradually decaying Totoro, he raised his hand and pushed it away: "If you want to treat this little girl, you need 'quality', not 'quantity', even if you drain yourself, it won't help. ."

Totoro now opened his eyes very slowly, looking at him pitifully.

Xiaoxi's lips parted lightly on the hospital bed, and she muttered something intermittently and unconsciously.

But the black-robed man as an extraordinary person heard clearly:

"Dad... Mom... Big Totoro".

He took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling slightly. After a while, he lowered his head and said solemnly: "This matter is not completely irreversible. We really can't save the little girl, but someone can."

The thin man's pupils shrank.

The man in black robe nodded, verifying what he guessed word by word:

"Yes! It's my Sacred Shield Organization... Advanced Transcendent!"

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ps: Sorry, everyone! These two days have been updated irregularly, and both sides of my graduation thesis and novel are stuck.

The latter card is mainly the first time I wrote a novel. I only found out that there is a serious problem in the original outline planning: after the routine is repeatedly used, it brings great aesthetic fatigue to the readers. In layman's terms, it means that everyone looks at it and finds it meaningless.

I have been thinking about how to avoid this problem for the past few days. Of course, I can choose to reuse it hard, but I hope there is a better way. I am uncomfortable in the whole Calvin thief. I don’t know if you have any good suggestions. .