The bloodline can determine the ability of its next generation through the degree of blood exchange.I heard that by exchanging all the blood in your body for the next generation, you can create a bloodline that is even stronger than yourself.I don't know if it's true, and I haven't tried, after all, no one is as unlucky as me to create the next generation at the time of their death.Three-quarters of the way through the exchange of blood, a miracle happened, and I saw that his scalded skin was healing, and his shriveled cheeks were gradually plumping up.His bone appearance is actually not bad, the bridge of his nose is high, and his contours are sharp, but there are too many new and old wounds on his face, and if he doesn't observe carefully, he can't see the original facial features clearly......
The blood clan's self-healing ability is extremely strong, and it can even cure natural deformities, which can be regarded as a blessing in disguise.An hour later, his face was completely back to normal.It was a face that would be praised anywhere, with cold hair, extremely deep eye sockets, smooth skin, sharp and thin jaws, and delicate and well-defined contours.Now, even if the circus people came to him, I am afraid they would not recognize him.I wanted to wait for him to wake up before leaving, so that I could give him an explanation, but my body was so weak that I would faint at any time and never wake up again.He's miserable enough, even if he performs in the circus like a livestock, and I've been turned into a blood clan.Not dying by his side is my last tenderness.Despite the Bloodline's ability to live forever and heal itself, who knows if that's a good thing or a bad thing?
Besides, the Bloodline who lost its creator is no different from a human orphan, and I can almost imagine him being bullied in the future.With a light sigh, I put the dagger I carried with me in the palm of his hand and whispered, "I'm sorry, may you be safe." ”Looking back on my short life, I suddenly found that I was either punched and kicked by my biological father, or locked up by my adoptive father, and I rarely had a kindness when I was a girl, and I picked up a new blood clan as a servant, but the other party sat on the throne of the king of the blood clan in the blink of an eye, and wanted to kill me like crazy.Before he died, he also abandoned his offspring......
It is said that when people are dying, they can let go of everything, but I have never been able to figure out why I can be so unlucky.I hope I will be lucky in my next life.I also hope that he will be lucky.I staggered to the river not far away, turned my head to take one last look at Eric, and then, with my arms outstretched, I jumped into the twinkling twilight river.Chapter 3 When the river flooded my head, I seemed to be immersed in a long dream.A man's voice rang out, "What's your name?"
”I hear my own voice......
Chrissy. ”"No Bloodline would take such a stupid name."
He said, "It's better to call it Canat, and you've seen garnets.1 ”I shook my head."
It's like your eyes."
It took me a while before I realized that the man who was talking was my adoptive father.I don't know his real name, only that everyone calls him Duke Hettish, an old blood clan who has lived for nearly three hundred years.He had considerable assets in Britain, France and Germany, and was unimaginably rich.Although the Blood King has been chasing and killing me, he has been extremely close to my adoptive father, and his attitude towards me is completely different.For a long time, I thought that the Duke of Hettis was a god sent by God to save me, but later I learned that the reason why he saved me was that he liked my eyeballs very much and wanted to inlay them on the face of the ring.I can't bear to beat me and scold me, I really can't bear this.It is said that "Hetis" is the god who rules the underworld in Greek mythology, symbolizing death and darkness.My adoptive father was dark enough, too.Probably dying, memories are shattered mirrors that reflect images from different periods.I stood in front of the shards and saw my former self blindfolded, forced to fight a massive black pincer scorpion.When I jumped onto the carapace of the black pincer scorpion and pierced its head with great difficulty, the muddy slurry splashed all over the ground, and the black-pincer scorpion fell to the ground heavily, but my adoptive father pointed at me and ordered the guards to "thirty lashes." ”I ripped off the strip of cloth in front of me and looked up at him in disbelief, "Why?"
”He asked lightly, "This is my pet, why do you say it?"
”I also saw my former self, forced to change into a garnet red ballet skirt and dance on the carapace of the black pincer scorpion.If I have a ballet foundation, that's fine.The point is that I don't know anything about ballet, and the whip spin is one of the most difficult dance postures in ballet, and it took more than ten hours to dance because he thought that Beauty and Monster was the best combination.Since then, every time there has been a ballet performance at the opera house, I have silently walked a little farther away.This life is a mess, and it's good to die.Good bye.Everybody I've ever met.............
"I don't understand, why the audience only applauds when she appears, what's so good about her?
”"What else could it be?"
A girl's contemptuous voice rang out, "Because of the size of her two lumps of meat, of course.I have seen her flattering the Earl to-day......
Oh my God, you didn't see that scene, it's so funny, the Count didn't look at her from beginning to end, and kept staring at her meat, salivaing, and probably thinking of her as a fat cow.How can we honestly wrap ourselves so tightly. ”"I've heard that courtesans are like this.""
Don't!
Most courtesans have a fairer complexion than snowflakes, and her skin is dirty and yellow, like butter smeared with rat food.This kind of person can be a courtesan, unless the men are blind!
”Who are these people?
What are they talking about?
It's noisy."
She seems to have red blood.""
Oh my God, that's disgusting!
My grandmother said that the red race is the most savage race in the world and loves to eat roasted white people.It's so dangerous to be in a dance troupe with such a barbarian, and I don't understand why the manager didn't kick her out. ”"Maybe she's shown the manager two lumps of meat, too."
As the words fell, the girls laughed and laughed.It's noisy.It's noisy!
I snapped my eyes open, only to find myself in a small room, with the faint light of the candles reflecting the dappled walls.Where is this?
The bed board was hard and there was no mattress.I hadn't slept in such a hard bed for a long time, and when I rolled over and got up, my elbow was slammed, and almost instantly, I realized that this was not my body, it was too heavy, too immature, my skin was dark and yellow, and there was a thick layer of calluses on my toes......
By the way, am I not dead?
Why would it come alive in other people's bodies?
Before I could figure out what was going on, the door was kicked open, and three girls with heavy makeup walked in, "Carolina, I heard you're going to seduce the Earl again." ”Hearing "Carolina", the confused mind finally cleared up for a moment.Two minutes later, based on the girls' provocations and memories of the body's disarray, I had put together a few useful pieces of information about the body's name was Carolina, Latino, an opera ballet apprentice.looks mediocre, but the chest is bulging high, and he is full of strong femininity at a young age.Men like her, women look down on her.As for why I became her, thinking about it, it definitely has nothing to do with soul resurrection and possession.Some people may mind possessing other people, but I can face death calmly, let alone resurrection......
This is a good thing that no one else can ask for."
Why don't you speak?"
Another girl sneered, "Isn't it too late to be weak-hearted?"
”I stood up, moved my hands and ankles, which were not very flexible, and walked to the only mirror in the room.In all fairness, this face is not bad-looking, with thick hair, dark eyebrows, deep double eyelid folds, and although the complexion is a little rough and sallow, the lips are plump and thick, with a pink glow.No wonder men like her, and if it were me, I would like to favor her more.Picking up the comb and combing the knotted hair vigorously, I looked back and smiled while tying my hair, "Do you think I look like a weak heart?"
”There is a good saying that what can be solved with a fist, no nonsense.Although the quality of this body is not as good as before, it is still a matter of teaching three little girls a lesson.Ten seconds later, I walked out of the room and looked at the ceiling in a somewhat confused state, not knowing what to do next.Before the resurrection, my schedule was often filled with various people, and I had very little time to think about life.At that time, I liked to complain that I didn't have time to do my own thing, but now that I finally have time, I am a little unsure of what to do first.After thinking about it for a long time, I decided to buy a newspaper first and find out what kind of place it was.The girls just now spoke French, but there are so many places where French is spoken, I'm not sure if this is France or not.I thought I would soon be able to walk out on the street and buy newspapers, after all, judging from the room where I lived, this theater was not too big.After walking for a long time, I was still walking around the corridors, and the scene in front of me gradually became magnificent, with wall lamps in the shape of branches and leaves, lifelike reliefs, and decorations more gorgeous and dazzling than the palaces I had ever seen.It seems that the place where I live is the existence of the maid's room here......
No, maybe not even a maid's room.Half an hour passed, and I gave up looking for the exit of this theater and found the backstage according to my fragmentary memories.It's a mixed bag, and I should be able to get the information I'm looking for.As I walked over, I saw a noble lord, a dancer smoking cheap tobacco, an innocent young student, and an out-of-fashion actress who used alcohol to kill her sorrows......
The air was filled with the smell of smoke, sweat, inferior powder, and the pungent smell of soap, and it was the washerwoman who was chatting and forgetting to dry her dress, and she didn't know how long she had been left behind, and she had already made a bitter smell.It's hard to be a good person, so I can only pinch my nose and laugh with the dancing girl.I found a few newspapers on the ground that no one wanted, some of which had been printed with shoe prints, some of which were still very complete, and I picked up a few of them, and I leaned against the wooden pillar and read them carefully.The first newspaper with the headline "The Society of Witchers of Paris Claims That Witch Silver Artifacts Might Not Kill Vampires Completely".This is a big discovery, and it may have something to do with my resurrection.I watched the end with great interest, but I saw that the editor wrote, "Whether this matter is true or not, whether the Paris Witchers Association has said this, the editor does not know".I "......" it, and I finally let me know that this is Paris.The second, titled "The Witcher Leaderboard has a new ranking, and the first place will always be him".I thought this newspaper was also a third-rate tabloid, but after reading it, I realized that it was a more authoritative local newspaper, and the ranking of demon hunters on it was ranked according to comprehensive data, in addition to the number of demon hunters, it would also refer to fame and wealth.My eyes fell on the number one, there was no name, only one letter, G.I don't know much about the Witcher, except that the first Witcher was born from the flames of Hell, and at the cost of human love, mercy, and sympathy, he risked a deal with the Devil in exchange for a stronger body and self-healing ability than the Bloodline, but they could not live as immortalized as the Bloodline, nor did they have the Bloodline's keen five senses.The third one, titled "When will discrimination disappear, should the Blood Demon Hunters exist".Seeing this, I couldn't help but rub my eyes.Bloodline ......
The Witcher?
What's that?"
Vampire witchers deserve to die!"
A fat-headed, big-eared mechanic slammed a beer can on a wooden table, "I swear they don't drink animal blood in private, and only you idiots believe they don't suck human blood." ”"The last wall rat incident, it was G who helped solve it, and confiscated a penny from everyone.Without him, everyone would have died a long time ago!
Are you worthy of your conscience when you say such things?
”The mechanic blushed and shouted, "He's so rich, he has a house on the Champs-Élysées, how can he care about our dozens of francs!"
Bloodsuckers deserve to die anyway!
”"If you have the ability, you can tell him face to face.""
If he dares to come, I will definitely smash his fist in the face!"
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I watched it with relish from the side.It's really interesting for men to quarrel, they obviously have no confidence, but they have to pretend to be very confident.By the time he said the last sentence, the mechanic had actually been stunned, but he looked around and said it in fear.It's so cowardly to say bad things about G behind your back, and if you really see G herself, you might be scared to pee your pants on the spot.Thinking of this, I can't help but feel a little intrigued by G.Blood Demon Hunter, interesting.At this time, a stern female voice sounded, "Be quiet, give me quiet!"
If you want to quarrel and go to the manager to quarrel, Mr.
G will come over immediately, the matter of the wall rat has not been completely solved last time, and I don't want to sleep in the sound of rats gnawing human flesh, so I will be honest!
”It was a middle-aged woman who spoke, dressed in a long black dress and holding a black cane, who looked more cold and serious than the steward of the monastery.I don't know if she has a deep sense of authority, or if the "Mr.
G" in her mouth plays a deterrent role, and in less than a moment, the backstage is so quiet that you can hear the pins falling.The footsteps of a group of people were heard.The first thing that came to my eye was a middle-aged man with a sparse head, a figure-eight beard, and round glasses.This is too different from what I imagined Mr.
G, and I can't help but be a little disappointed.In the next second, a tall and straight figure crossed the mustache and walked to the middle-aged woman's side.He wears a light gray shirt with leather gloves and a black stiff-necked cloak that hangs down to his ankles, revealing sharp leather toe caps.I couldn't see his face, only his jet-black hair, thin jaw, and the glittering ruby ring on his little finger.Chapter 4 As the hem of his clothes swayed, I saw a golden badge pinned to his neckline, in the shape of a shield, on which was a thick python with a ruby in the eye, and two crossed knight's swords twisted around it.It seems that I only saw this badge not long ago.I looked down at the newspaper in my hand, and below the Witcher Leaderboard, there was a black-and-white picture of the badge, as well as a detailed description of the Witcher's rank.The Demon Hunter is a royal recognized justice organization, with a fairly strict hierarchy, and each level is subject to heavy assessments, and at the same time, it also needs to have a certain amount of influence in society.The current highest-ranking witcher is the Golden Six Stars, which means that he has the blood of six epic injustice creatures on his hands.What is an epic creature?
For example, my adoptive father's black pincer scorpion, the legendary symbol of the king of the underworld, I struggled to kill one, an ant that could be crushed to death with a finger in the face of epic injustice.I can't see the star on the badge, but G can occupy the first place for a long time, and he must have reached the golden six stars.I couldn't help but become more and more interested in him, even though I had never really come into contact with witchers, I heard that they were a group of cold-blooded and ruthless outlaws, shouting the slogan of justice, but in fact they were all about money.They hate all blood-sucking creatures, righteous or not.I always thought that unless it was the end of the world, there would never be a day when the Blood Clan and the Demon Hunter would join forces, but as soon as I closed my eyes and opened my eyes, the Blood Demon Hunter appeared."
Mr.
G," said the middle-aged woman in a humble and respectful manner, changing her stern appearance, "I really don't want to bother you to come over for this little thing." ”"It's fine."
Mr.
G replied, his voice low and cold, like the snow drifting in the silent night, and the sea covered with sparkling sunset, which could be described with all the beautiful imagery.Just listening to his voice, I understood why a witcher of his level would take care of the affairs of the opera house.Mr.
G lifted the hem of his cloak and knelt on one knee, stretching out a slender finger that condensed a faint blue flame.He casually pointed to the wall in front of him, and the flames seemed to be conscious, instantly covering the entire wall, and burning brightly.The people around subconsciously let out an exclamation, but soon, they realized that this wonderful scene was just the beginning.The fire grew more and more raging, but instead of producing smoke or beams or beams that touched the wood, the brick-made walls gradually became transparent under the flames, revealing strange creatures hiding within the walls.Rats in the Wall.They were fat and horrible, with dirty fur and lime and dried blood.Looking at the appearance alone, it is completely impossible to see the appearance of a mouse, with scarlet eyes, sharp fangs, and barbed nails.At this moment, they were gathering together, squirming on a corpse that had not yet decomposed.Someone exclaimed, "That's ......
That's Mechanic Boucé!
”"It turned out that he didn't leave the theater, but was dragged into the wall by the wall rats."
The middle-aged woman frowned and said.Mr.
G stood up, his voice flat and inaudible, "He has a hobby of abusing cats and dogs?"
”"Bukai likes to drink gin, and you know, it can make people delirious.Every time he finished drinking, he would catch a kitten and open his stomach......
It's just a kitten, what does it have to do with his death?
”A man couldn't help but ask.Mr.
G crossed his arms and turned the ruby ring of his little finger, but did not answer.I was wondering why he didn't explain, but the next moment, a fan replied, "Cat and mouse, what do you say?"
”The man blushed and couldn't speak.At this time, the middle-aged woman asked, "How can I solve the wall rat?"
”Mr.
G said, "Simple. ”He whispered a spell, and in less than a second, the giant rat within the wall squeaked and howled, its fat body writhing in pain.The flames were dark blue blades that sliced open their bellies, and blood-red sausages and white bones wriggled and poured out.The middle-aged woman turned her head in disgust and said to the person behind her, "Come and see, is there anyone you know." ”Those who have poor tolerance have vomited on the spot.Others turned pale and didn't know what they were thinking.Later, I learned that those people, like Bukai, often tortured cats and dogs, but Bukai abused cats the most, and was the first to be eaten by the cause and effect of his own making.There is a saying that there are no natural disasters, only.Since you have obtained the pleasure of torture and killing, you must suffer the corresponding consequences.I don't sympathize with these people at all, but I regret that they didn't get the same punishment as Bukei.After dealing with the wall rats, Mr.
G is ready to leave.Before leaving, the theater manager kept nodding his head and flatteringly thanking him for his efforts.Mr.
G didn't eat it, and left a sentence, "One last time." ”It seems to be the last time to run the theater.When the theater manager heard this, his face turned pale as paper.I couldn't help but wonder about the social status of witchers.Although the theater manager is not necessarily a high-class person, this position can reach the upper class.If you are lucky, you may be able to meet the emperor and perform songs and dances for the princes and nobles.This manager is so low and small about a witcher, which shows that the influence of the witcher in society far exceeds that of the world before my resurrection.It seems that if you want to become a superior person, becoming a witcher is the fastest way.The so-called water flows to a lower place, and people go to a higher place.Seeing that Mr.
G was so respected, I suddenly wanted to try my hand at becoming a witcher.But that's all for later.The solution for the present is to figure out the environment in which we live and the social relationship of this body.For this reason, I volunteered to stay and clean the backstage with the servants.From their small talk, it was learned that the middle-aged woman's surname was Giri, her name was unknown, and everyone called her "Mrs.
Giri", who was the steward of the ballet company and the dance school.The servants were not very talkative, they didn't like young and beautiful dancers very much, and when I was cleaning, I could feel their eyes rolling with disdain on me.Just as they were thinking about how to get words out of their mouths, they heard a servant woman say, "Are you really going to send your child to the witcher school?"
The registration fee is 120 francs, and my family of four can't save so much for a month without eating or drinking, so you must think clearly. ”The other servant woman looked left and right for a moment, and whispered, "I heard from people outside that Mr.
G used to be a street child......
A street child can mix to this extent, why can't my child?
Walking on the street these days, you will either be sucked into a dry corpse by a vampire, or torn to pieces by a dog demon, what is the use of saving so much money, it is better to spend money to fight, in case you are admitted, you will become a superior person. ”"Makes sense.However, 120 francs is too much......
"Once successful, it is a hundreds, if not thousands, of rewards." ”The servant woman was about to go on, when Mrs.
Giri came over with her cane and glanced at them coldly.They immediately buried themselves in their work and stopped gossiping.120 francs, if it was me before, I might not even know how to squander, but for Carolina, it was her two-month living allowance.Although the theater is full of food and accommodation, the dancer industry requires a lot of special expenses, especially for ballet girls, pointe shoes alone are a lot of consumption, and they also have to reward the laundry women, please iron their clothes more smoothly, plus add perfume and hair cream, it is difficult to save a few dollars a month.For some reason, when I learned about the difficult situation, I was not only not depressed, but I felt a sense of excitement to try it.The last time I felt this way was when I decided to break away from my adoptive father's control.After a few days, reading newspapers, gossiping around me, and tirelessly chattering and clichés, I was able to piece together what Paris is today.It's 1870, thirty years after I died.Thirty years is enough to turn society upside down, first of all, the conflict between the old and new blood clans intensified, and it is said that the fuse was that the king of the blood clan sent someone to assassinate the beloved young daughter of the old blood duke.When I first saw this, I hadn't yet realized who my "beloved little daughter" was.It took ten minutes before I realized that it was me, and then there was an unbearable numbness.Since then, the old and new blood clans have been at odds, and the old blood clan has migrated to England and France with the Duke of Hedice, and has cooperated with the Demon Hunter Association.As a result, the witchers were divided into two factions, one was conservative and refused to be associated with the Bloodline; The other faction is the reformers, who agree to cooperate with the Bloodline, but refuse to modify the bodies of the Bloodline witchers to give them greater power.In other words, the Blood Demon Hunter only occupies the name of the Demon Hunter, and is essentially a Blood Clan.The world is changing so fast that I was caught off guard.And, the source of all this change......
It seems to be me.However, as long as you think about it, you will know that the so-called "beloved little daughter" is nothing more than an excuse to set herself up as a king.Since ancient times, whether it is to start a war or to compete for the throne, such a seemingly high-sounding reason is needed.Originally, I planned to enroll in the Witcher School in two months.An unexpected accident happened and disrupted my plans.It was a cold night, and the girls, dressed in thin silk dresses, rehearsed an interlude on stage.By the time I came to the scene, the servants didn't even clean up, and kept pointing at my breasts and buttocks, as if for them, as long as a woman held her chest high and raised her head and showed the curves and femininity of her body, it was equivalent to becoming a prostitute's "reserve" and was about to go to the street to solicit customers.I was so disgusted by this thought that I saw them staring at it, deliberately dancing the ballet obscenely, occasionally pulling the hem of their skirts up to their legs, or laughing debauchedly.Seeing that their old faces were green, their mood suddenly brightened, which attracted Mrs.
Giri's reprimand, "Carolina, do you think this is a butterfly dance hall?"
If you dance so vulgarly again, you won't have to perform on stage tomorrow. ”Mrs.
Giri can't be messed with.I immediately nodded obediently, and was about to say two words of assurance, when a girl behind me suddenly fell to the ground, convulsed violently, covered her chest with her hands, and fainted in a few moments."
Meg!""
Oh my God, Lady Giri, Meg has fainted!""
What should I do, do I want to call a doctor?"
The girls crowded around.Mrs.
Giri forgot to teach me a lesson, and walked briskly past.The girl in the coma was her daughter, Meg Giri, a kind and lovely little girl, the only girl who had shown kindness to me so far.I also wanted to go over and see what was going on, when the girls screamed and ran away.Meg, who was lying on the ground, suddenly opened her eyes, her eyes were cloudy and white, and a dark green tentacle squirmed out of her mouth, and the suction cups on it were like life, and a mass of pus-yellow mucus was dripping down.She was parasitized by monsters.Chapter 5 remembers that thirty years ago, monsters did not appear so frequently, and most of them stayed in the trenches thousands of meters below.In recent years, however, they have emerged from the trenches and drifted ashore, encroaching on human territory.No one knows how they adapt to the change from the seabed to the land.However, my adoptive father told me that these trench monsters only seem to be adapted to the land environment, but in fact they still retain the characteristics of deep-sea creatures, such as fear of heat, strong light, slow heartbeat, etc., and must parasitize the bodies of terrestrial animals in order to survive.And the monster in Meg's mouth is the tentacles of the sea monster Kraken.The Kraken is an epic monster that lives at the bottom of the ocean.Legend has it that its tentacles can be as long as an island, and often drags ships into the depths of the sea.Occasionally, it will float to the surface and disguise itself as an island of birds and flowers, waiting for passing ships to dock.Imagine when sailors drop anchor and disembark and walk up to the islands hungry and thirsty, hoping to pick some wild fruits, or hunt animals to drink blood to quench their thirst......
Fortunately, this terrifying creature has no way to reach the land for the time being, so it can only make waves in the sea.But every now and then, it sheds a tentacle and sends them to land in search of human food for it.It is said that if it keeps devouring humans, it will gain the power to survive on land.Kraken's tentacles have no intelligence, they do not manipulate people's minds, and they only slowly erode people's internal organs.After being separated from the mother's body, it dissolves into a puddle of colorless and odorless water until it takes root in the human stomach.In the beginning, the tentacles' suction cups stick to the lining of the stomach, hungry for nutrients, and then grow one granulation after another.After a year, these sprouts become tentacles that are squeezed out of the body's various "exits".Meg's case......
The tentacles have apparently reached the stage of "germination", and before long, her body will be completely reduced to a vessel for cultivating the tentacles.Trying to exorcise the tentacles is simple, but it's not easy, you have to find a witcher who is proficient in magic, lure the tentacles to him, let them take root in his body, and then burn the tentacles to charred ashes with the exorcism flame, the kind of dark blue flame that Mr.
G used before.Because the Demon Hunter's self-healing ability is stronger than that of the Bloodline, the Exorcism Flame will not affect them in any way.But where to find a witcher of this level?
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Even if they find it, they won't necessarily help.After all, this method is not a foolproof solution, and there is a corresponding risk to be borne, and what witcher would risk being parasitized by a monster to save a little dancing girl?
I looked at Meg with some complications, and I liked and sympathized with this lovely girl, but I couldn't really help her.She should be dead."
Doctor......
The doctor is here!
Mrs.
Giri, the doctor is here!
”Turning his head, he saw a young man walking with a metal cane, wearing a white shirt and brown suspenders, and his right foot was unshoeed, a prosthetic leg made of wood and brass."
Doctor, please cure poor little Meg!""
Please!"
Mrs.
Giri also said dryly, "Please. ”The doctor replied, "I try." ”With difficulty, he half-crouched down, opened the medicine box he had with him, and took out a test tube containing the blue solution, which dripped directly into Meg's tentacles.I opened my eyes wide to stop it, but it was too late.The blue solution was like a falling teardrop, "snapping", shattering on the dark green tentacles.The tentacles spasmed and twitched as if they had been burned, a writhing crawler, madly trying to retract into Meg's stomach.The girls let out sighs of joy and surprise, unaware that this was the most terrible thing - Meg's belly was long beyond the tentacles, and stimulating the tentacles to retract would only cause her to burst open.In the midst of the lightning, I rushed forward with an arrow step, pushed the quack doctor away, and grabbed the tentacle with my bare hands.Everyone looked at me stupidly, not understanding why I was doing this.Mrs.
Giri was even more angry and scolded, "Carolina, you madman, let go of the tentacles!
Why are you so bad-hearted, do you want my daughter to die?
Loosen up!
”There was no time to respond to her questioning.Frightened, the tentacles tremble and try to escape back into their host's body.I closed my eyes and scanned the knowledge in my head, and after a few seconds, I grabbed Meg's jaw with lightning and forced her mouth to open, and the other hand reached into her mouth, grabbing the base of the tentacle and immobilizing it for a moment.A girl turned white with fright, "Carolina......
Y-How can you do that to Meg......
I thought you were just greedy for money, but I didn't expect you to be so bad, you must die for Meg......"
I glanced at them coldly, "It's not me who wants her to die, it's this quack." ”As he spoke, he turned to the doctor, "Who taught you to use solution 267 to deal with Kraken tentacles?"
Solution 267 can burn the Bloodline, but it can't harm other monsters, only stimulating them and making them angry.If I hadn't grabbed the tentacle in time, it would have retracted and turned the little girl's belly into a pulp. ”Mrs.
Giri fell silent.The girls were dumb for a moment, and the girl before asked weakly, "Doctor, the solution in your hand......
It's definitely not solution 267, right?
It's this little bitch who made it up......
Right?
”I looked at the doctor silently.He couldn't lift his head under my gaze, and cold sweat flowed down in big drops, "I—I don't know......
The academy didn't let us memorize the solution manual, all I knew was that the solution could deal with monsters.By the way," he breathed a sigh of relief, "I have in my backpack the exorcism manual compiled by the Witcher Society, and it must have the number of this solution on it, so let me see it." ”Then, in full view of everyone, he put on his glasses, took out a five-centimeter-thick book, and slowly flipped through it.I couldn't help but roll my eyes.said that he was a quack, and he really carried out the style of quack to the end.I'd love to kick the book out of his hand, but if I don't let this idiot find the number of the solution, they probably won't listen to me.Thirty seconds later, he shouted, "Oh my God, this solution is really Solution 267......
How do you know this young lady?
”"......"
The knowledge in the book, how do you say I know?
I took a deep breath and said patiently, "My grandmother is a well-known witch doctor. ”As soon as the words fell, a girl retorted sharply, "What a witch doctor!"
Your grandmother is obviously an ignorant Indian!
”I ignored her and pointed to the doctor with the pink solution in the box, "Give it to me." ”The doctor's face was full of hesitation: "This ......
Miss, do you have a medical license?
These solutions are regulated by the association and must be used with relevant certificates. ”I said blandly, "This is solution No. 120, which is used to calm and relieve mania.Plus, from the moment you drop the blue solution on your tentacles, this little girl becomes your accident patient.If she dies, I have the right to ask the medical court to intervene in the investigation, and if they know that her death was caused by the wrong solution, no matter what level of medical certificate you have obtained, whether you have a background or not, will be revoked.If you don't want her to die, just do as I say. ”