"The patient has a serious concussion and needs a craniotomy to remove intracranial congestion. Are you his family?"

There was a noisy sound around first, followed by a conversation between the two people.

"I... am his family..." a man said, hesitating for a moment.

"I'll go to the first floor to pay the fee, and the operation is already being arranged."

"Okay, I'll go now..." The man's voice trembled a little, followed by a burst of rapid footsteps...

Yang Feng's eyes were pitch black, but he could feel the pain in his head, and all the effective senses he had left was left.

"The oxygen, blood pressure, and heartbeat are all ready, and craniotomy is about to begin." A calm male voice came.

Yang Feng seemed to be in a void space. He could not gain control of his body, nor could he see anything. It seemed that even his brain was suppressed by something and could not obtain more information from the outside world.

He didn't even know where he was, what these people were going to do to him.

If he heard it correctly, he might be facing a craniotomy operation. Could it be that while he was hunting the two pheasants, he was hit by the thing that suddenly rushed over?

Then he heard the sound of himself being pushed away, the sound of closing the door came, and the noise around him disappeared instantly, leaving only the sound of operating the unknown instruments and the collision of tools.

It's really damn... It's all my fault that I believed the sound in my head. Even if he started to jump at 0:00 or 1 second later, he might not have bumped into that thing. At that time, he just listened to the countdown of the sound in his head, but he never thought that the sound almost became the countdown of his life...

It was just a voice in his head. He actually used a mysterious voice as his code of conduct. He was a little unbelievable that such a stupid thing would happen to him.

Also, what exactly is the thing that hit his face? Since the attribute "hunting rate" can appear, it should mean that it is a creature. What kind of creature can have such a fast speed? Or, the hunting rate and other things are false and do not exist, but what happened to the strange wind that just started to jump at that time?

Until now, he hadn't figured out these things, so he was sent here in a daze for craniotomy.

"Intravenous anesthetics," said one person.

But Yang Feng didn't feel anything. Apart from the pain on his head, he couldn't control any part of his body.

Logically speaking, he shouldn't have any consciousness after general anesthesia, but his current consciousness has never disappeared. He doesn't know if this will make him feel pain in a while.

After a while, a trace of light suddenly appeared in Yang Feng's consciousness. The beam of light gradually amplified in his dark consciousness, and finally substituted all his senses into it.

But the so-called light is not the light in the operating room it should have, but a sunset stained with blood.

He saw himself standing in a pool of black and red blood, and his side was filled with fighting and wailing, the roar of magic, the collision of weapons and the splattering of blood became the main tone of this world.

He saw all kinds of mutated giant beasts destroying the world in front of him, the dragon pillar that supported the sky collapsed, and the towering palace shattered, as if the end of the world was coming.

At the end of the sight, the blood-soaked horizon, the huge black waves were destroyed and destroyed. There were many huge golden barriers in the air not far away. These barriers were used to block the huge black waves, but the momentum of the huge waves was too strong, and the barrier was about to break in front of the huge waves.

For Yang Feng, these scenes were like memories that suddenly implanted into his brain. Although this was the first time he had seen such a scene, he was inexplicably clear that this was a natural disaster, a natural disaster that destroyed a civilization.

"The supreme hunting god, the great Assassin Emperor, please save us!" A scream suddenly came from behind. Yang Feng turned around and saw several refugees with mysterious black substances and blood on their faces kneeling behind him.

"You go to the imperial city to hide, there is no capture there!" He said, pointing to the towering palace complex not far behind him.

Around them, a group of monsters who looked like zombies were destroying everything in front of them. Their limbs mutated into various dangerous weapons, and some could not even see their original appearance.

But these zombies have one common feature, that is, they all carry a layer of mottled black mud, which seems to be the same substance as the huge black waves in the sky.

A heart-wrenching wail suddenly came from behind him. In just a few seconds, when he turned back again, the refugee who had just helped him up had no vitality in his eyes. Like other zombies, their pupils were white, and their teeth and hands suddenly changed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His hand touched the scabbard around his waist, and in an instant, the zombie refugee's head was separated from his body.

At the same time, not far behind him, the huge palace group collapsed. Before the huge black waves symbolizing destruction came, the zombies infected by the black waves had already captured the palace. This was the destruction of a civilization, and the culprit was those black mottled mud objects.

This mysterious memory that emerged from nowhere was slowly screening from Yang Feng's consciousness like a slide. In this memory, he was the hunting god served by people and the king of assassin in their mouths.

"Stat Emperor quickly go! The last line of defense is about to collapse!"

Not far away, a big guy wearing war armor and holding a giant sword shouted at him.

"You go first! I'll go right away!" He said, slashing a zombie who wanted to attack him. The zombie's body was immediately cut off in half, but what was terrible was that the zombie seemed to not feel any pain, and still crawled towards him with its broken upper body.

Faced with this doomsday scene, Yang Feng did not feel much fear in his heart. For some reason, he knew very well that from the moment he saw the scene in front of him, something had already been integrated into his body. The thing told him that all the things in front of him were once the real reality and his last memory in that era.

Near the dilapidated palace not far away, huge zombie winged dragons were flying in the sky, and giant zombie beasts on the ground were capturing one magical wall after another; the black and red blood under him reflected the sunset in the sky, he lowered his head, and through the blurred reflection, he saw himself in the blood, wearing a slender white-backed gold-patterned robe, holding a blue-gray gilded decorative hunting knife, and endless murderous intent rose in his blood pupils...

This is the pair of eyes he saw yesterday from the reflection in the cup...

He began to selectively skip the unsightly scenes until he saw himself lying in a pool of blood, with a huge blood hole on his chest, and beside him was a hill made up of the corpses of the zombies.

But in the end, he survived the disaster. He was half-unconscious and was thrown into a portal. The end of the portal was in the distant outer space.

At the end of this memory, he and the survivors from this disaster watched the two planets that reunite each other in outer space. This is their civilization, but now it has been swallowed by the huge black waves.

In the end, the explosion of fire engulfed the two planets and burned their civilization together with the deadly black matter. The violent explosion opened up the origin of the new civilization in the universe like a key. He was dying and became the target of the hunting of the survivors, because the blood of God flowed in his body, his blood and power could prosper the lives of those survivors.

He knew that his body had long been broken, and the black virus had invaded his body. One day in the future, he might become such a terrible zombie. Only by constantly devouring external energy and strengthening his own strength can he live long under the erosion of the virus...

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With a slight rupture, his memory scene was forced to be interrupted, and only hearing and thinking skills were left in his body, and he couldn't even feel whether he was breathing.

"Fortunately, I discovered it in time. If I had sewed it immediately, the child might have two independent personalities in the future. Fortunately..."

"Yes, Isn't this an example before? After the craniotomy surgery, there is always another voice in my head. It's strange. One thought is controlled, the other is not controlled. Haha, I can chat alone if I have nothing to do."

"Yes, if this kind of thing happens to us, it will be really bad. Fortunately, the patient's surgery is successful and the surgery is completed successfully. Everyone should go back and have a good rest..."

Then, the sound of the door opening, the sound of conversation, the sound of inquiries and the noise rushed into his head.

And in his mind, it seemed like a stone was put down. His spirit was a little relaxed, and the pain on his head disappeared.

After this operation, a memory seemed to be implanted in his head. The memory was cruel and bloody, and it recorded the demise of a civilization like a historical book. In that memory, he was the hunting god admired by people and the remaining soul of the old civilization.

Perhaps this is the fate in people's mouths. From the first time he heard the sound in his mind, he had already entered this inevitable fate. The existence of the hunting god made him leave the ranks of "ordinary people" and brought him into a brand new field...

At the end of this memory, he freezes the last scene at the remnants of the origin who escaped the explosion through the portal like him. They are also infected with the deadly virus. The remnants even wanted to kill him and absorb his power to prosper their lives while they were running away.

There are not many things in the universe that can provide them with enough energy to prolong their lives. Human civilization is one of the rare goals for those remnants.

"When I wake up from this long dream, I will return..." The ancient roar echoed in his heart, and then his consciousness gradually faded, and the world returned to eternal silence...
Chapter completed!