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"Mr. Martin, did something happen to the experiment?" The security guard looked at Martin, who was covered in blood, and asked cautiously.

"It's okay. I haven't practiced for a long time and spilled the blood bag. I will ask someone to clean it." Martin replied calmly: "Take me to the monitoring room. I want to save a copy of the experiment video."

"Oh well."

…

A few hours later, Martin was sitting in the office, with dark circles under his eyes, constantly playing back the experimental video, and his eyes were red.

He deleted the video in the surveillance room and kept only one copy for himself.

The repeated strange images in the video made him suffer, and the unknown fear continued to exist.

With this fear, he came to the operating room, where an exchange transfusion was being prepared.

"Mr. Martin, do you want to do the surgery yourself?" The doctor present asked him doubtfully when he saw him.

"No, let me take a look."

Martin's voice was a little trembling. The last time he personally performed an operation was on Anna and the rich woman, but it resulted in such a weird result.

The doctor responded and started the operation. They were all veterans hired by Martin with a lot of money. With the help of advanced equipment, this operation was simple for them.

After watching the operation, Martin left.

The next day, he anxiously came to the wealthy house where he had performed the surgery yesterday to see if there had been any changes in him, but nothing happened.

"Is it possible that only if I do it myself will such a result occur?"

He quickly notified several intern doctors and came to the laboratory to repeat the experiment he conducted on the mice that day.

everything is normal.

"Isn't it right? It shouldn't be like this." Martin murmured, looking at the unchanged mouse.

"Did we do something wrong? Mr. Martin." Several intern doctors asked in confusion after hearing his muttering.

"Yes, you did a great job."

Martin forced a stiff smile.

That night, Martin came to the laboratory alone again. He first repeated his experiment, and then killed the mice after obtaining the same results.

Immediately afterwards, he added sodium cyanide to human blood and repeated the experiment again.

But this time the results surprised him even more. The mice injected with human blood did not die due to poisoning.

And also gained the sodium cyanide poison ability.

All the fluids in this mouse's body are laced with sodium cyanide, a toxin that is continuously secreted from its glands.

Mice and sodium cyanide have a symbiotic relationship.

After discovering this, Martin felt relieved.

Because the sanatorium was filled with celebrities from all walks of life, Martin learned a lot about the catastrophe from their mouths.

If all this is a phenomenon caused by some kind of relic, then everything can be explained.

Martin breathed a long sigh of relief. His medical concept was not wrong.

What is wrong is this world.

He took some tap water at will, injected some waste blood into the body of a mouse, and watched the mouse continue to jump around.

After a while, Martin killed the mouse and found that the fluid in the mouse's body was mixed with tap water.

Now he was even more sure.

Martin sat on the laboratory chair for a long time and shook his head helplessly.

Then he closed the door and walked out of the laboratory easily.

"Mr. Martin, is it so fast today? Is the experiment successful?" The security guard saw that his face was very good and couldn't help but ask another question.

"Haha, failed."

Under the puzzled eyes of the security guard, Martin hummed and left.

He slept until the evening of the next day, and then came to Anna's door.

Opening the door, an elderly woman walked out.

Her hair is slightly yellow, with some light blonde, and most of it has turned white, messy and sparse.

The wrinkles on his face were indescribably tired, and the eyes he looked at Martin were cloudy, as if he was numb as he accepted his fate.

She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. After trying for a long time, she managed to squeeze out a hoarse voice.

"Mr. Martin...didn't you say that this was a scam?"

Martin lowered his head and was speechless...

After a few days, the news that the sanatorium was closed spread throughout the wealthy circle.

"It is said that Mr. Martin has an illness and cannot continue to operate."

"The effect of his blood transfusion therapy is pretty good, but it's a pity."

"..."

They continued chatting, talking about another way to survive, and no one cared about what disease Martin had.

Meanwhile, official researchers watched as Martin deftly injected blood, turning the mouse into an oily tiger.

"This is what I'm capable of, is there anything else I need to know?" Martin asked.

The researcher looked surprised and said seriously: "Have you ever thought about it? You may be under surveillance for your whole life because we haven't found the relic itself yet."

"Whatever, just consider it the price."

After a while, a special relic appeared in the database.

…

[Relic: Martin]

[Price: Blood]

[Ability: Able to use blood to change the type, shape, age, etc. of a living body. Things mixed in the blood will symbiosis with the living body]

[Place of Discovery: Earth]

[Discovered by: Martin]

…

The relic's cost has researchers debated.

Some researchers said that if Martin is regarded as a relic, he should be the user of the blood exchange, and the price they pay is the transformation of their own bodies.

However, this statement is easily confusing, and the records of relics are mainly simple.

In the end, they still paid the price for the raw material blood that Martin needed for blood transfusion.

Martin's whereabouts after that are also unknown and are not included in the records.

After reading this information, Mo Ling knew why the database associated the robed man's ritual with this relic.

"It's also a blood swap, and they mix it with that weird rotten debris."

The blood balls floating in the sky were a mixture of the blood of all the people in robes present. After being absorbed, those people in robes did not have a hemolytic reaction.

"It's impossible that they all have the same blood type, right?"

Moreover, Mo Ling also noticed that the relic in the data has a very limited point, that is, the relic itself is a person, Martin himself.

Only Martin can use this ability, and only once per person.

But these people in robes obviously ignored this limitation and were using another method to exchange blood.

However, Mo Ling did not feel that this ritual was effective.

He saw with his own eyes that the rotten debris accumulated in the body of the man in the robe, blocking the blood, and even cutting the blood vessels. This had nothing to do with symbiosis.

The records are not complete, and the specific definition of "symbiosis" is not clearly stated.

"If it's symbiosis, they shouldn't be hurt by those debris."

After reading a circle of information, Mo Ling found that he was even more dizzy.

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