The Original Seeker

　　 "The real world is made up of the most complex colors." Bai Mo did not explain the life field, but was saying something indifferent.

　　 are basically villages along the way, and neither the tsunami along the Mediterranean coast nor the attacks on Rome seem to disturb the leisurely life in this inland. There are countless olive trees along the way, and occasionally a few dog barks will be heard when passing by a house.

　　 "It's only a hundred kilometers away from Rome, but it seems like two worlds." Bai Mo said with emotion.

　　 "I have been busy with farm work for most of the day, and the rest of the time may be able to look at the outside world. For them, the only practical impact is that the train to Rome in a small town not far away is temporarily cancelled."

　　 "I saw Mount Shaowolf."

　　 "Well, this pleasant journey is almost over." Digra, holding the steering wheel in front, said, "Where are you going to the small town at the foot of the mountain?"

　　 "Just put me outside the town, I just walk around."

　　 "Then I will stop here."

　　 "Yes."

　　 Bai Mo lowered his head in the back seat of the car, struggling to cut a small mouth into his skin, and squeezed a drop of blood shining in the sun from the small mouth.

　　 He put the blood drop on his fingertips, the moment Digra stopped and turned his head, his finger flicked lightly, and the blood drop bounced into Digra's mouth.

　　 "Mr. Bai, this is..." Digra just wanted to ask, and then he found that his whole body seemed to be repelling the foreign objects in his mouth strongly, and the strong reaction made him unable to speak clearly.

　　 "It's just a transaction."

　　 Bai Mo was in the back seat carefully observing the reactions of Digra's body. He found that as soon as his blood entered the opponent's body, he immediately provoked a strong rejection reaction, which was much more violent than when he injected the mutant lysosome by himself, just like the little white mouse, which he guessed. It should be a matter of the balance of power between the two sides.

At that time, I was stronger than the owner of the mutant lysosome, but now I am much stronger than the first psionic organ that just appeared. According to the classification of the research institute, I don’t know how many times the strength of Digra, who is still at the level of agility , And even if it is a drop of blood, the self with the life field still has the will of the original body in it.

　　 "I hope you can win, otherwise I can only use my mind to fish back this drop of blood to save you. It's rare to meet someone who suits your taste." Bai Mo murmured.

　　Digra sometimes feels like being burned by fire and sometimes falling into an ice vault. Both the body's perception and the brain's cognition have begun to have problems, and it is extremely difficult to even concentrate on thinking about the status quo.

　　 "No! What is the difference between me who gave up thinking and salted fish!" He formed this idea in his mind with difficulty, "I am a philosopher! Give up thinking is to declare death!"

　　 Relying on this "indomitable (self-hypnosis? will, Digra has always insisted on thinking, even if his thinking only counts from one to ten, and then from ten to one. Gradually, he found that the burning sensation had subsided, the cold sensation had almost disappeared, and everything began to return to normal.

　　 "Good luck, successful stimulation." Bai Mo then used his mind to retrieve from Digra's body the drop of blood that he had already been at a disadvantage in the fight against the host's will.

　　 "How do you feel about your body?" Bai Mo asked when Digra first opened his eyes.

　　 "What did you eat for me just now?! I almost lost my life!" Digla didn't care about Baimo's question, but asked angrily.

"The mysterious medicinal liquid from China, Yijin Marrow Wash, is a precious medicinal liquid that can greatly strengthen all aspects of quality if it passes the test of will after eating." Bai Mo said without blinking his eyes, "We are friends, I How could it hurt you? See if you are much stronger now?"

　　 Digra was not accustomed to the increased strength at the beginning. As soon as his feet were exerted, his head hit the roof heavily.

　　 "Ouch!" He touched his head and yelled, and then found that the car roof was sunken.

　　 "Forgive me for being irritable just now, thank you very much for your gift." After being convinced that his strength in all aspects has made great progress, Digra sincerely thanked Baimo.

　　 "No, as I said just now, this is a deal."

"Ok?"

　　 Suddenly Digra felt that he had been hit **** the back of the neck, and then became unconscious.

Bai Mo gave the unconscious Digra an injection of the anesthetic that he found in the thief’s den yesterday, then took out the scalpel from his suitcase, carefully compared the situation observed in the divine mind, and took the two digrams. Only the psionic hyperplasia part of the eye related to emotion and vision was cut out and installed in the specimen box.

Next, Bai Mo completely erased his will from the drop of blood that he had just taken out, and then tentatively dropped it on the incision of the hyperplastic part of Digra's eyes, and found to his surprise that he had absorbed that drop of blood. , The original incision position began to grow granulation similar to the original hyperplastic part.

　　 Seeing this, Bai Mo felt as excited as he had discovered a new world.

　　 "It seems that trading in psionic organs will be a good job in the future." He said with a smile while making incisions in Digra's eyes, "but it might drain my blood."

　　 "Let's try other people's blood to see if this is effective." A crazy plan began.

　　 "Wake up? How do you feel?" Bai Mo asked after the effect of the anesthetic passed.

　　 "It's okay~www.wuxiaspot.com~What happened just now?"

"I did a minor operation for you just now to take out a small amount of useless substances remaining in the Yijin Marrow Wash. In addition, I would like to remind you that after using this liquid, your eyes will be able to power for about two to three days. It may fail, but it will return to normal afterwards." Bai Mo felt for about two or three days, and it should be enough for granulation to grow back into the original tissue.

　　 Although Digra looked skeptical, Bai Mo didn't explain it anymore, putting on an expression of "Whether you believe it or not, anyway, I believe it".

　　 "The strong do whatever they want. This is a good sentence." Bai Mo randomly grabbed a stack of 100 dollars from his bag and threw it on the car, and then left happily.

　　 Digra held the ten thousand dollars in tears.

"Yes, the strong are arbitrary. Who makes me weak? It's useless to think too much. At least he is willing to trade fair with me. Although he doesn't know what moves my eyes, but it gives me strength. It's also real. What does it mean if you can't use the power for two or three days." Although Digra guessed the opponent's behavior, but when he thought that the white ink could make him faint for no reason, he gave up the investigation.

　　 Bai Mo carrying the box walked into the town. The town at the foot of Shaowofu Mountain was also deep inland, insulated from the tsunami, and still had a lively atmosphere.

　　 "Mama, that person looks different from the others." A four or five-year-old boy said while pulling at the hem of his mother's skirt.

　　 "Little Tony, he is an Oriental." The woman explained to the child.

　　 "Oriental? What is that?" The little boy continued with one hundred thousand.

　　 Bai Mo walked on the street, listening quietly to the people around him.

　　 "It does not seem to be a tourist area, but a relatively closed town."