Infinite Bloodcore

Cang Xu's confused eyes gradually became clear, and he recalled everything.

"I was used as a guinea pig by the good doctor who dismembered corpses."

"My body...is gone."

He lowered his eyelids and looked down.

Sure enough, it was completely empty from the neck down.

He looked around and saw that he was lying on a bed. The surrounding scene was familiar to him, it was the cabin he was in before.

Cang Xu took a deep breath and began to check his own condition.

He found that the erosion brought to him by the water of the Styx had completely disappeared.

His life is no longer in danger.

But his condition fell to an unprecedented low, because he only had one head left.

"Oops, my storage bag is still on my chest." Cang Xu suddenly thought with his heart sinking.

Cang Xu's storage bag was disguised as chest skin and sewn onto his chest. While concealed, it is also very convenient to retrieve items.

Now, when Cang Xu's body was taken away by others, his storage bag was also lost.

In the storage bag are all the belongings Cang Xu has accumulated so far!

Among them were the alchemy treasures he and Zidi bought at the Double Eye Island auction: fresh water bottles, palm compasses and gold-level water magic books.

Before Cang Xu attended the gathering of the dead this time, the dragon man boy also specially gave him the scapegoat.

"I have already used the scapegoat."

"But the fresh water bottle, palm compass, and the water magic book are still in the bag."

The water magic book among them was incomplete, with only two pages left.

But these two pages record the Water Snake Technique and the Heavy Fog Technique respectively. These two spells are both gold-level and are Cang Xu's trump cards.

It would be a pity to throw it away.

Compared with these losses, the bronze shroud that Cangxu originally owned was nothing.

In addition to these alchemical items, there are also many spell scrolls in the storage bag.

Zidi also prepared many magic potions for Cang Xu.

The spellcasting materials that were finally accumulated, such as Dead Sea shell fragments, dried ghost face mushrooms, ghost spider legs, etc., are gone.

Finally, there is a large amount of food, water, clothing and other daily necessities.

"By the way, I also wear five fire magic rings on my fingers. There is also a magic bracelet on my wrist."

"The demon-returning mask is always on my face, but I haven't lost it yet."

Cang Xu calculated the losses and his mood became worse and worse.

He fully felt the sorrow of the weak.

As a weakling, he couldn't even control his own body, so he was treated arbitrarily by the strong and used as an experimental material.

"Too weak, I'm still too weak!"

Cang Xu roared in his heart. He was stimulated by this, and his mood to become stronger became more intense and urgent.

However, if you want to become stronger, strong desire alone is not enough, you must also have potential. What determines the potential is the bloodline of the individual.

"In the future, through the blood purification array and the blood core, I will improve my qualifications and I will become a truly strong person."

"The good doctor who dismembers corpses, I will definitely take back this shame with my own hands!"

Cang Xu secretly swore in his heart.

"Newcomer, you're awake!" At this time, the hatch suddenly opened.

The little prince of the skeleton mage, the wandering warrior Crying Wind and the ship ghost walked in together.

The three of them walked to Cang Xu's bed.

Kufeng said: "You have been unconscious for a day and a night."

The ship ghost took out a zombie from his storage device and let him stand upright on the floor: "I prepared this for you. Sca, you can make do with it for a short time."

Cangxu thanked him weakly.

The ship ghost sighed: "There is no need to thank you. We are comrades in arms, and we should help each other."

The Necromancers have experienced the thrilling battles together and have developed a friendship as comrades.

Cang Xu looked around and asked: "Where is my companion?"

What Cang Xu was talking about was naturally the female wind mage Qing Xin.

The little prince answered him: "When we found her, she was already in a coma. She was seriously eroded by negative energy, her whole body was drained of mana, and she is still in a coma."

"We speculate that she was probably mentally disturbed by the will of the underworld after we entered the underworld. She fell into a coma and was unable to support her own mana shield. She has been eroded by negative energy ever since."

The underworld is a paradise for the undead and does not welcome normal life forms.

Crying Wind said: "The underworld is indeed not suitable for normal living beings, and the Styx River is the place with the highest concentration of negative energy in the underworld. You don't have to worry too much, Xushu, Qingxin's condition has stabilized. Next, we return to the main After entering the plane, her situation will be much better, and her smooth awakening will not be a problem."

Cang Xu subconsciously wanted to nod, but he found that he couldn't even do it.

He could only blink to show his knowledge.

He looked at the ship ghost again: "Excuse me, where is the Good Doctor? I want to meet him and thank him... in person."

The little prince said "Ah": "The good doctor who broke up corpses left yesterday."

"What?" Cang Xu was stunned.

Crying Wind carefully considered his tone and reminded: "Xuzhao, your body has become the collection of the good doctor who dismembered the body. It is very unlikely that you want to claim it back."

Cang Xu said quickly: "In addition to my body, there is also my storage bag! It is sewn on my chest."

As he spoke, he looked at the ship ghost looking for help. Among the necromancers present, only the ship ghost was qualified to seek help from the good corpse-shattering doctor.

But the ship ghost smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Cangxu, I advise you not to have any hope. The Good Doctor is a saint-level necromancer. Since I can see the storage bag on your chest, how can he see it? Why don’t you come out?”

"Since he left and didn't leave your storage bag behind, it means that to him, this is a completely trivial matter and he doesn't care about it. Even if I contact him now, he will not come back specifically because of this trivial matter. One trip.”

Cang Xu was speechless and fell into silence for a while.

Crying Wind comforted him: "In fact, you are already lucky this time. You still have the most precious freedom, don't you? I was given up by the good corpse doctor because my qualifications were not good enough. Otherwise, I would have Become his collection. Like the giant zombie he created out of your body. There is no freedom anymore."

Cang Xu slowly closed his eyes.

Ship Ghost said: "We have been sailing in the Styx for a long time this time. Before, the corpse-breaking doctor protected us for a while, but the Styx is full of dangers after all, and we will return to the main plane as soon as possible. According to the plan , we’ll stop at one of my safe houses to rest for a while.”

Cang Xu heard the meaning of separation from these words. He opened his eyes and asked: "So, the future gathering of the undead..."

Ship Ghost said: "In the future, the location of the gathering of the undead must be changed, but we haven't determined the specific location yet. It's too early to confirm now."

"As for the shore of Songfu Island, we have already planned to give up completely."

"We leaked too much intelligence there. The enemy knew a lot about us."

Cang Xu suddenly felt anxious in his heart.

Listening to the ship ghost's words, he planned to separate Cang Xu and Qing Xin after sending them back to the main plane.

This is not possible!

The reason why Cang Xu took the risk and got close to the ship ghost was to plot his undead inheritance.

Whether it's the method of making soul crystals or the techniques for using memory crystals, these are things that all survivors, no, need strongly.

However, it would be too direct for Cang Xu to propose that he stay and stay in contact with the ship ghost.

It may also arouse suspicion.

Cang Xu thought for a while and immediately adopted a strategy. A look of unwillingness appeared on his face, and he deliberately asked the ship ghost: "Master ship ghost, what is the possibility of me getting my body back?"

The ship ghost fell silent, and then said with a serious face: "Xuzha, I advise you to give up this plan, and don't make fun of your own life. You are just a silver, and your lifelong achievements will stop here. Your body It’s no longer yours, you made a deal with the good doctor, he saved your life, and your body is the reward.”

Cang Xu smiled bitterly: "Not only my body, but also my storage bag, which contains all my wealth."

He still didn't give up: "How dare I go against the good doctor who shreds corpses, but if it's a transaction, is there such a possibility?"

The ship ghost slowly shook his head: "You don't know much about the good doctor who shreds corpses. He is very obsessed with collectibles. Basically, he will not sell his collections, at least I have never seen him Once. Even if there are special circumstances in the future and you conduct a transaction, the price he offers will definitely be much higher than the value of the collection itself."

"For you, this kind of transaction is very unfair and the gain outweighs the loss."

"Instead of doing this, I sincerely suggest you change your body."

"For us necromancers, changing one's body is a very easy thing. Didn't you also transform your body before? In fact, you practice the soul veins of the undead faction. The physical body is to you , it’s not that important.”

Cang Xu sighed deeply, his face full of intense sadness.

The little prince also lowered his head and sighed deeply.

He was full of sympathy for Cang Xu.

Not only the little prince, but also Crying Wind and Ship Ghost.

They fought against powerful enemies together and developed a comradeship.

Cang Xu was of great help to the ship ghost. When they were on Matsukaze Island, it was he who reminded the ship ghost that allowed the ship ghost to see through the tail shadow, summon the ghost ship, and solve his own dilemma.

However, during the Battle of the Styx a few days ago, the ship ghost threw out a supplementary volume of the magic book and used Cang Xu as bait.

The situation was urgent at that time. In order to survive, the ship ghost would naturally not worry about the safety of others.

But now, they are in a safe place.

In addition to sympathy for Aang Xu, the ship ghost also feels a lot of shame for taking advantage of him.

But in fact, Cang Xu was not as nostalgic for his body as they imagined.

Shortly after Cang Xu woke up, he recognized the reality and accepted it.

The reason why I say these words is just to gain sympathy from others.

"But these levels are not enough." As a noble butler, Cang Xu has contact with all walks of life and has a thorough understanding of people's hearts.

He deliberately looked at the zombie again.

This is the zombie that the ship ghost just took out, and it is a new body prepared for Cang Xu.

This zombie is also a male, about the same height as Cang Xu's previous height, and his aura has reached the silver level.

In terms of grade alone, Cangxu is a winner.

Because the life level of Cang Xu's body is only the black iron level. The silver level is an illusion created by him using deception and disguise.

While Cang Xu looked at the zombies, he said: "Lord Kangui, if I remember correctly, according to the records in the soul heritage - bloodline factors need to be taken into consideration when grafting other people's body parts. My mind If the bloodline is inconsistent with that of this zombie, they will interfere with each other and cause bloodline rejection. Over time, bloodline rejection will cause more bad consequences."

The ship ghost's expression stiffened slightly, and he nodded: "You remember correctly, it is indeed like this. So it is still difficult to find a body that can be used for a long time. At least you have to understand, what is your current bloodline? What is the bloodline of the body that was found?"

Cang Xu deliberately showed a troubled expression: "To detect the bloodline... Lord Shipgui, can't you really teach me the spell on detecting the bloodline of the undead?"

"Although I have lost all my wealth now, as long as I go out and contact the Wisteria Chamber of Commerce, I can still get generous rewards."

Ship Ghost shook his head: "Sorry, this is the bottom line of our undead orthodoxy. Inheritance cannot be taught at will, it must pass the dual assessment of qualifications and loyalty. Especially now, all forces are studying undead factions, and our first-mover advantage is Rapidly decaying.”

Cang Xu sighed deeply and asked: "Then, Master Kangui, what is my bloodline?"

Since Ship Ghost provided his body to Cang Xu, according to Cang Xu's speculation, he should have learned about Cang Xu's specific bloodline.

However, the next moment, the ship ghost shook his head and said: "I don't know yet."

Cangxu was stunned.

Ship Ghost said: "When you were unconscious, I had already used the spell to detect the blood of the undead on you. They were also present at the time."

"Our goal is to choose a body that suits you."

"Then it turned out to be a surprise to all of us."

"You are undergoing a bloodline mutation."

Cangxu's eyes widened slightly, showing a slightly unbelievable look: "Bloodline mutation?"

He knew about bloodline mutation.

Of course bloodline will mutate.

Otherwise, how could there be so many bloodlines in the world today?

However, bloodline variation is often due to reproduction between lives, resulting in newborns containing different types of bloodline.

In addition to disability, dementia, deformity, and death, the results of mixed bloodlines also include extremely small parts that will blend with each other to form new bloodlines.

Cang Xu's current situation is certainly not of the type of life reproduction.

His bloodline mutated due to external stimulation!

Ship Ghost explained: "Initially, you transformed your body and became a living dead, half alive and half dead. This situation is actually not good because you have not completely transformed into an undead life. There is still a lot of blood left in your life. Although This physical state can resist the erosion of negative energy, but it also prevents you from further growing in strength."

"In the previous battle, your body was soaked in the water of the Styx. After you were resurrected through the death puppet, the voodoo power also entered your mind. After that, the good doctor who shredded the corpse took action and attacked your body. The skull cast a spell that saved your life but also exerted a more powerful influence."

"The sum of all the above factors, and perhaps factors we have ignored, have caused unpredictable changes in your bloodline."

Cang Xu slowed down and asked: "So, Master Kangui, is the result of bloodline mutation good or bad?"

"I can't say for sure, I can't judge." Ship Ghost shook his head again, "I'm just a necromancer, not a priest of the Life Sect. Besides, your bloodline mutation is still going on, and it's far from over. Maybe you just have to wait until it's over. Only then will you know the final outcome.”

Cang Xu was silent again.

Crying Wind comforted him: "Don't worry, normal people will worry about their lives if their bloodline mutates. But Xu Chi, you are already an undead, and your bloodline mutation will not put you in a desperate situation."

The little prince also said: "Your qualifications may rise or fall. In fact, I envy you, a newcomer. Maybe you can improve your qualifications and reach the standard of teaching the inheritance of the dead!"

Cang Xu didn't feel the slightest bit excited.

Because for him, he already had a better choice.

"The chance of bloodline mutation improving qualifications is too small." Cang Xu smiled bitterly.

This situation was a bit unexpected, but it did not prevent him from implementing his words.

Cang Xu looked at the ship ghost, his eyes full of pleading: "Master ship ghost, can you take me in for a while?"

"I am full of anxiety and confusion about my future." m.jújíá?y.??m

“Only with your strength can I have a better chance of getting a body that truly suits me.”

"And my bloodline has changed..."

The ship ghost did not agree directly, but fell into thinking.

The little prince and Crying Wind both looked at the ship ghost with great concern.

Finally, the ship ghost nodded: "Okay, in the next period of time, you can follow my actions. But I have to explain beforehand that we will probably face battles in the future, and even face the golden man again. Level shadow walker."

Cang Xu was stunned for a moment, and then said: "He is also my enemy. It is because of them that I am like this! Lord Shipgui, please let me contribute some strength, even if this strength is very insignificant."

The ship ghost nodded. He was very happy to see that Cang Xu had targeted the tail shadow as the main body of hatred, rather than the good doctor who was an orthodox member of the undead.

Crying Wind on the side smiled.

The little prince cheered: "Great, Bearded Scar, we can kill the enemy together."

"We have already discussed that after resting, we will go to the sea to rescue Finling's murloc tribe."

Cang Xu showed a thoughtful look: "I understand, Fin Spirit did not really betray. Otherwise, on Songfeng Island, she would not have deliberately revealed her identity as a traitor, and then directly gave up the fight with me."

"Her weakness is her people. As long as we save the murloc tribe, Fin Spirit will be free."

Ship Ghost: "You are right."

The little prince snorted angrily: "Even if she has her own reasons, I won't forgive her. It's her fault to betray Mr. Shipgui. A guy who repays kindness with revenge, huh! He has no backbone at all when he submits to the enemy. If I were to have full backbone, I would never Never give up."

Crying Wind joked: "Yes, you have the most backbone, so all you have left is your bones."

"Huh?" The little prince was confused. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether Crying Wind was praising him or mocking him.

"Brother Shen!"

"Um!"

When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.

But no matter who it is.

There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.

To this.

Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.

Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.

It can be said.

Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.

The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.

Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.

Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.

Possessing the memory of a previous life.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.

Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.

At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.

Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.

Enter the attic.

The environment changes in vain.

The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.

There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.

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