The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

Gudong Gudong.

In the dark mortuary, Bernard was crouching near the neck of a corpse, swallowing blood in big gulps. His mouth had a special sucking ability, which could extract the blood from the corpse.

Seeing this scene, Sigmund knew that it was Bernard's desire for blood that was completely stimulated after completing the extraordinary enlightenment, and instinct overcame reason.

And just when Bernardo was infatuated with blood, there were clear footsteps in the dark corridor, and before he could deal with the mess in front of him, there was a creak, and the door was pushed open from the outside , a tall and thin old man appeared in front of Bernard.

"Dean...I..." I looked up at the dean standing at the door, and when I lowered my head, I saw blood stains on my chest, and my brain regained its rationality.

"Help my dean, I'm sick." Bernard looked terrified.

"This is not a disease, child." The moonlight outside the window elongated the old man's figure, "You have just awakened, and you are not used to the blood of the dead. Come with me, and I will provide you with some fresh blood."

"What?" Bernard's eyes widened.

"Welcome Bernard, you are a member of the Secret Blood Society from today on." The old man opened his hands, and a pair of wide bat wings spread out behind him.

The picture in front of him flashed, and Sigmund saw that Bernard had changed from an ordinary person to a monster. Compared with other superhumans who contracted, these filthy contractors seemed to act because of the protection of the mother of rebirth. Even more unscrupulous.

Bernard went from resisting at the beginning to obeying, and then slowly transformed into enjoying it, and through this hidden memory, combined with his previous study career, Sigmund also roughly understood the specific arrangements of the Oracle Church .

In fact, since they entered St. Lunce Medical University, the assessment for them has already begun. Bernard didn't know the specific means, and the vice president of the hospital where he worked didn't mention it either.

But in Sigmund's view, it should start from the spirit and diet together, and some people with outstanding talents will soon enter the state of enlightenment.

This group of students has outstanding learning ability, and will be screened out quickly, and then focused on training. After several years of training, when they graduate, most of them will be able to enter the second level.

Then these people left Abetus.

The remaining part will enter the hospitals controlled by the church as experimental subjects, and most of them will gradually awaken after signing a three-year work contract.

Among these people, those whose strength is stable at the second level will automatically leave after the end of the three-year contract period, and those who are in a critical state will continue to stay in the hospital.

The rest are those like Bernard who still have not awakened and need to continue to observe, and will be recommended to other hospitals.

On the surface, the church has controlled nearly 70% of the hospitals in the city, but in fact, they have placed their people in the remaining hospitals.

From entering the school to enlightenment and promotion, the entire process is under the observation of the Oracle Church, in order to avoid the gathering of a large number of extraordinary people and attract the attention of demon hunters and investigation bureaus.

The filthy contractors with stable strength will leave Abetus and divide layer by layer, and every link is under control.

Bernard is just an insignificant one of the many filthy contractors. He occasionally draws blood from freshly dead corpses, and more often he looks for opportunities to drink fresh blood directly.

Although medicine in this era is developing rapidly, many medical methods left over from the old era are still being used.

Among them was the bloodletting therapy, which is still admired by many doctors.

As the name suggests, this is a method of treating diseases through bloodletting, which will have a certain therapeutic effect on some special diseases.

But the premise is a small amount, and for special cases, rather than wanton abuse.

Sigmund remembered that in the world he was in, there were many famous people in history who died under this special blood therapy. Those poor guys were not killed by diseases, but after losing a lot of blood. Die in agony.

Medicine in this world is still being explored, but instead of being eliminated with the development of the times, this special blood therapy has been accepted by more people because of the special behavior of Bernard and others.

They will draw out the fresh blood from certain patients, pretend to explain the truth, and then apply a special powder on the wound where the blood was drawn.

This allows the drug to enter the patient's body along the wound.

Extraordinary power always has some wonders. Many less serious diseases can be cured without medicine under such circumstances. As time goes by, more people will try to imitate it.

Some ordinary doctors don't understand the reason at all. Their massive bloodletting will only make the patient's body weaker, and even lead to death in severe cases.

But in this kind of controversy, Bernard and others drew strength from the fresh blood and gradually became stronger.

The only thing he needs to pay attention to is not to be discovered when drinking blood.

In fact, who would guard against a doctor with superb skills? They will only do it when they are sure. The whole process ensures that there will be no accidents, no one is injured, and no one dies. Even though these things happen every day in Abetus, the demon hunters have not found any clues.

Returning to reality, the blood beads floating in the air turned into mist and returned to Bernard's body along his skin. At this time, Bernard's spirit was still in the dream space, and his body was unconsciously busy.

Sigmund quickly walked behind his desk, opened the cabinet and found a medicine box that he carried with him. According to the memory in the blood beads, he took out a light brown pill that Bernard often used.

Grinding the pills into powder, Sigmund took a deep breath, took out a little at the same time, put it in his mouth and tasted it.

The mixed breath exploded in his mouth, and soon the composition of the potion flashed in his mind one by one.

One and the same, until finally, only one material remained that Sigmund could not distinguish.

Opening the Bloodline Manual, Bogula was summoned again.

"Can you tell what's in this tablet?"

"I'm a pure fighter, and I haven't done much research. It's really... Huh? Wait!"

Bogula's expression suddenly changed while he was speaking, and then he took a deep breath.

A strange scene happened.

On the light brown powder, a trace of undetectable red mist floated out, and was then pulled into Bogula's nasal cavity.

"What is this? The blood of a bloodthirsty person?" Sigmund asked nervously. He was inspired by Bernard's memory and thought of a possibility.

Maybe the church didn't mix the blood of the bloodthirsty with common wine or food at all.

but drugs.

"No!" Bogula shook his head seriously.

"This is something more advanced!"