Zhang Lingjun felt a sudden sharp pain in his head, and blood could not help but flow out of his eyes, nose, ears, and corners of his mouth.

The strength and vitality were quickly drained from the body, and the whole person became weaker and weaker.

In the end, I couldn't hold on anymore, my body went limp, I fell to the ground, and the electric shock device fell...

He didn't know whether he was close to death or already dead. He felt that his spirit had transcended his original body, and his powerful perception suddenly seemed to 'see' what was going on inside his brain.

Naoren was squirming under the control of an inexplicable force, as if it had a life of its own, and at the same time it became uncontrollable and separated from the human system.

On the contrary, my consciousness has become clearer and sharper than ever.

The feeling in Zhang Lingjun's heart still exists even at this time and under any circumstances, and the desire and instinct for life are even more violently tumbling.

In the midst of chaos and blood, it seemed as if I saw a scene...

…

After the man in yellow uttered the truth, he became a little sluggish and quietly recovered.

Taking advantage of that momentary gap, the concubine who had been waiting for the opportunity poured the prepared anesthetic into his mouth.

Then he took out the scalpel and slashed it towards his neck. The blade easily broke the skin...

Then he stopped and couldn't make any further progress.

The arm was grasped by the slender and ferocious hand of the man in yellow. The short, deformed, and thin arm possessed unimaginable flexibility and strength, making it impossible for the concubine to move even a little bit as she tried her best.

There is indeed consumption after the mantra, but the gap is really too big. Even if a flaw is discovered, there is no way to catch it. A mouse cannot trip a cat.

The man in yellow, who had suppressed the change easily, was not proud, but became panicked for some reason.

He looked at the concubine, with a sense of confusion and incoherence, as if the things that the concubine and Zhang Lingjun had believed in before were shattered.

"You are not affected at all?

"You were the one who helped that guy break free just now.

"What's the matter with you? A humble porcelain man, a pure-bred ordinary person, how come he is not affected by the mantra? And he is not affected at all... How is this possible? This is unscientific... It shouldn't be

This, shouldn’t it be like this?”

"You're wrong, there's something wrong with you."

He didn't care to wipe the anesthetic flowing from his mouth and face. At the same time, he didn't care about the embarrassment caused by this appearance and the damage to his own image. He looked up and down, looking at the concubine extremely seriously, and then saw the hideous blood stains on her white arms.

Scratches.

"What is this?"

The man in yellow pulled his arm in front of his eyes and looked at the bloody words on it:

[Cambodia, memory error, mark...]

Seeing this, the concubine couldn't help but ask: "Do you know what Cambodia is?"

The man in yellow didn't know what he thought when he heard this, and he didn't know what kind of stimulation he received. As if he had touched some kind of taboo, he raised his head and let out a sharp roar: "Shut up!

"You despicable thing, how do you know this place that has disappeared? Why are you not bound by the mantra... I know, I know... You are the remnants of that great sacrifice of the common people, heretics, you despicable people, you deserve to die

Heretics, trying to get rid of the Lord’s control is simply a delusion.”

Like a madman, it grabbed the arm, threw the concubine away, and slammed it against the wall, shouting: "Death! Die! Die!"

The simplest voice swept towards the concubine with the power to control everything.

…

The picture in front of Zhang Lingjun is getting clearer and clearer. It was something he experienced a long time ago, and it had an extremely great impact on him. It can be said to be the source of everything that happened to him now.

He saw the ancient statue soaked in formalin, and suddenly opened his eyes...

Ah...

The transcendent spirit instantly fell from the body, the tumbling brain returned to normal, and all systems in the entire body resumed normal operations.

He opened his eyes again, feeling his heart beating loudly, as if it were a dream, and what he had experienced before seemed to be just an illusion.

He raised his head and looked at the man in yellow who had become crazy for some reason and was cursing at the concubine who was unconsciously slumped in the corner not far away. Knowing that it was not a dream, Zhang Lingjun picked up the scalpel that the concubine had dropped and rushed towards her.<

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Then he was easily avoided by the man in yellow.

The hook-like nails and slender fingers, sharper than a scalpel, easily penetrated into the chest. The arm penetrated the entire body, and blood poured out uncontrollably from the gap.

"You are just a half-porcelain clay Bodhisattva. Who gave you this confidence? Two mutated monsters and beasts who want to run rampant with a bit of sorcery. Trash will always be trash, and trash should die."

Zhang Lingjun smiled with blood in his mouth, opened his hands and hugged the big rat in front of him tightly that penetrated his chest.

The man in yellow smiled disdainfully, stretched out his hand and pulled, but didn't move at all, and his smile froze.

The anesthetic is taking effect.

It’s even more because of previous consumption.

Then his face couldn't help but change from the original disdainful and arrogant one to one of fear, humbleness, fawning, and begging for mercy. He looked at the concubine on the other side who was not affected by those mantras at all. She got up from the ground and walked step by step.

Pick up the scalpel.

The knife cut across his neck.

Even after the mutation, the blade specially designed to cut open the human body can easily cut open the skin comparable to cowhide.

Fat layer, muscle layer, black nerves, cyan blood vessels, poof...blood spurted out and poured into the cut throat.

It's all over.

With blood stains all over her body, the concubine looked at the two people entangled on the ground. There is me in you and you in me. She looked at Zhang Lingjun, whose eyes were unfocused and twitching slightly as if he was struggling.

I feel a little uncomfortable.

Want to do something.

Subconsciously want to do something.

The blood flowed faster when I stretched out my hand.

Her strong professional knowledge told her that there was nothing she could do at the moment and nothing could be done.

The huge force penetrated the patient's chest and at the same time broke the ribs. Some of them penetrated the internal organs, the lungs were torn, and the heart was not known to be damaged. Some of them blocked the organs in the chest and blocked the lungs.

, the internal organs are squeezed, pulled and deformed, and the spine behind the back is a bloody hole...

In such a situation, the ICU is nearby and there is no way to save him.

The only thing the patient or family can do is to hope for a miracle.

Miracle means praying to gods and Buddhas, relying on fantasy, or hoping that aliens will come to the world, relying on science fiction, abandoning all rational cognitive thinking, and longing for something that can subvert modern medicine and go beyond current biology.
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Well...

Isn’t this what we are experiencing now?

The concubine suddenly seemed to have thought of something and hurriedly took out the black box from the man in yellow.
Chapter completed!