Does it hurt if there is a soul in the corpse
Wang Xiaobaa couldn't answer, he didn't know whether he was a zombie or a living dead.
He can feel the warmth and eat normal food, and he also has the feelings and soul of being a human being, but he also knows his own changes, strength and other abilities that come from the body.
A certain part of his emotion is degrading, and that emotion can become awe, fear of things and creatures.
For example, if a normal person sees a vicious gangster or a corpse, he will be very panicked and fearful, but Wang Xiaobaa is much calmer in this regard, although he is also afraid, but it is much less.
Maybe it was brought about by their own changes, or maybe it was influenced by past life memories.
After all, in his previous life, he lived in an era when his life and dignity were worthless.
Lying on the cold iron bed, Wang Xiaoba took off his shirt, but he was covered with a layer of fabric from the chest. The anesthesia was not very effective for him, so he smiled and walked out of the cabinet with a bruised nose and a swollen face. Take out a small incense burner.
Light purple smoke wafted up from the many small holes of the incense burner, climbing into the air at a very slow speed.
Wen Fengjin frowned and held his breath, looked up at the other party: "You actually have this."
"After all, I'm in this business. After a long time, it's always a good thing." Yiyan took out a cloth soaked in some kind of liquid to wrap his nose and mouth, and laughed like a fox when he heard the words, "But at this later price, I can't do it. Well then."
"Such a rare commodity, you also understand in your heart."
"Well." Wen Fengjin said lightly, "You can use it."
The treasures in his tomb are piled up into mountains, and the treasures that many people have spent their entire lives searching for are like a feather in his hands, so the tomb palace makes countless people crazy.
Yiyan's slender eyes are bent and pointed, "As expected of you, it seems that I can make some more money today."
Wen Feng ignored him, slender and straight shoulders bent down, so the long silver hair slid down the back of Wang Xiaobaa's stomach, the arrogant and indifferent expression concealed a touch of tenderness, he looked at the man on the bed. Wang Xiaobaa, "Are you afraid?"
Wang Xiaoba pursed her lips and shook her head.
After shaking, he was covered by a cold hand on the side of his face, his thumb pressed against his lower lip, Wen Fengjin looked at him, "Speak."
"A little scared." Wang Xiaoba snorted and looked at him.
Wen Fengjin let out a low smile, "Then I'll stand here and let you look at me, okay? Huh?"
"it is good."
Wang Xiaoba sniffed the aroma at the tip of his nose, and didn't know how that kind of thing was done. Even the anesthetic didn't work. Now he felt sleepy and his head didn't hurt. Feelings are gone.
To say that I am not afraid, and to say that I am not afraid is also false.
He has never had an appendix operation since he was a child. He was injured in ancient times, but is it the same as being held in a 'black clinic' and letting a weirdo use a knife? !
To be honest, he just can't believe a word, and some people may look at each other and know at first glance: 'This is not my type. '
Wang Xiaobaa always thought it was strange, living independently and elegantly, but cruel and decisive.
Once such a person confirms his theory, even if you try to communicate with him, he will politely bring you tea and listen to everything you say gently, then turn his head and continue to do at his own pace.
All in all, a tough guy.
After Wen Feng saw that Wang Xiaoba was speechless, he nodded to Yiyan, "It's alright."
He turned around and said to the silent girl behind him, "It's time to start."
The girl behind her was the 'Sailor Moon' they saw last time, but today she is wearing a clean little dress and her hair has been dyed black. She looks like a junior high school student who is about to enter high school.
It was Yiyan who called her to come over. Wang Xiaoba was curious about what happened to this little girl and Yiyan, but was too embarrassed to ask more.
The little girl hugged the tray without making any noise, and quietly began to prepare various things.
Looks very skilled and professional.
Wang Xiaoba stared at Wen Fengjin's face, getting more and more sleepy, and finally couldn't help closing it. Before falling asleep, he heard Bai Yu raise his voice outside the cubicle to cheer him on.
…
The surgical light was turned off, making the already fair skin on the bed even paler.
Wang Xiaobaa closed her eyes, and small shadows were cast from the corners of her eyes and under her eyelashes. Wen Fengjing stood where she was just now, holding his downed hand and looking at his face quietly.
Yiyan's slender eyes swept over, and the smile on the corner of his lips deepened. He turned his head and took a bottle of transparent potion in the tray held in the girl's hand.
The pointed glass bottle tilted, dropping a few drops of liquid on Wang Xiaobaa's exposed left chest.
What I just said about deciphering was just a word to tease Wang Xiaoba. It was actually very simple to take out the feather pattern, at least it was like that before the feather pattern went through the second boarding.
The moment a few drops of colorless and odorless liquid penetrated the surface of the skin, the pale skin suddenly turned blood red on a large scale, and the feather lines grew wildly and even surging like a reaction!
More and more bottles and jars, and more and more medicine dripping on it.
Those red streaks that only started to grow on the skin have popped up on the skin!
The red feather lines pierced out of the skin like silk threads or Gu worms, because the red thing of the medicine could still twist, swaying like a drunk person.
"Oh, this is even more exaggerated than I imagined." Yi Yan was stunned and then said with a little deep meaning: "It seems that this body is indeed more suitable for this little thing than Yan Chun's, looking at its length, It's almost to the cheek."
His tone seemed to be referring to the overweight children of relatives, gentle and helpless.
The deep pupils reflected blood red, and the disgust in Wen Fengjin's eyes was undisguised.
Yiyan's fingers lightly placed on those red 'silk threads'.
"You don't like it? In fact, this is one of my better masterpieces."
"Remove it."
Wen Feng looked at the words.
A word also looked at the wind.
"...The aura has changed." Yiyan burst out laughing, "It seems that it is not accurate to call him a 'collectible', but this is the first time I have seen such a perfect type of him, both physically and mentally. Nothing has changed from human beings, it is simply the most perfect work of art I have pursued.”
"The kid next to me was also made by me." Yiyan patted the girl holding the tray on the head, and the girl continued to hold it expressionlessly and emotionlessly.
"Materials are obviously very cherished, and it took me so many years to create a human-like life. I think that this technology has reached the peak among the same craftsmen."
"Until I saw your..."
"Sure enough, the soul is the key..."
Yiyan said: "Can you give it to me, or lend me to study-er-"
The iron-framed bed made a screeching sound on the floor, accompanied by the 'crack clap clang' sound of objects colliding.
Bai Yu, who continued to observe the rare materials outside the cubicle, was startled, and looked back at the cubicle, there was no strange sound coming from it.
"Did you accidentally touch the plate?" Bai Yu scratched his head and continued to drool over those materials.
It would be nice if all the treasured materials were mine!
…
'tick'
'tick'
The bright red liquid fell on the floor and shattered, smashing into small flowers.
Yiyan covered his right face with his hand, blood began to drip down his fingers, he frowned in pain, and he didn't even have the usual smile on his mouth.
His hands and most of his face were covered in sticky blood. When the opposite Wen Fengjin made his move, he didn't even see how Wen Fengjin made his move, and he was already injured.
The vision of one eye was blurred to reflect the figure on the opposite side exuding terrifying pressure.
"Remember the pain now, and don't try to make me unhappy again." The deep eyes stared at Yiyan's miserable appearance, which seemed a little joyful, and the lips curved sharply in a sinister and murderous manner.
Wen Feng, who was not in front of Wang Xiaobaa, didn't need to be covered up. The once mighty 'Demon Lord' was only looking at him, but he was full of contempt for Yiyan.
The strength and longevity of Wen Feng allows him to control the life and death of others at will. After all, in the face of absolute power, any calculation is futile.
Do you feel bad about stepping on an ant to death
No, so killing unwanted people is the same for Wen Fengjin.
"I don't mind your purpose, because I will kill you before you hit my senior brother with your little mind, and then I will rip out your whole brain."
"Start removing the feather lines immediately, do you understand?"
"… I know."
He was silent for a while, picked up the bandages and potions next to him, and simply and skillfully dealt with the ferocious wound that slipped from the corner of his eye to his chin, while the girl next to him stood motionless from the time he was attacked to the time he was injured.
A machine that doesn't seem to function without being ordered.
After finishing his words, he lost the smile on his face. He looked at Red Wen who had already taken the potion and was no longer struggling. He took out a pair of slender gold-copper-colored scissors from the tray. He opened the scissors and filled them with the potion. The root of the pattern was stabbed.
The gloomy power is like a poisonous snake wrapped around Yan's neck, as if he only needs to press down the scissors with a little force, the neck will be shattered instantly, and the whole head will be torn off and blood spattered on the spot!
That was just the coercion of the wind—
How many people have to kill to have such a powerful murderous aura? The feather pattern of his subordinates spewed out smoke like being splashed with sulfuric acid and twisted frantically, making a burning sound of '呲呲'.
And the person on the bed is still quiet, even the feather lines are completely eliminated.
But he really lived, even if he spoke through the scissors, he could feel the heartbeat from his fingers!
In contrast, the most proud masterpiece beside him is simply a failure...
It's not that there are no dolls that have been sacrificed, but in the end, it has become a tool that can kill people, or there is no human form at all.
special blood...
Really great...
How many years does it take to practice such a perfect work? How much blood is needed
"It's ready." Yan Yan turned away expressionlessly and walked to the sink next to him to clean the scissors. He lowered his head, his eyes were burning with intense emotion, and his fingers that felt the heartbeat just now rubbed slightly.
What ordinary people have to work hard to get all their lives, those monsters can get it easily.
Thinking about it, that's why he hates these alien races so much. The alien races that are not human have no right to survive in this world. They themselves are the existences that disrupt the order and rules!
These monsters can surpass others without effort!
"The reward will be in your hands tomorrow."
Wen Feng said lightly, and helped Wang Xiaobaa who was on the bed, put his clothes on him, and hugged him neatly and turned to leave.
From the beginning to the end, he didn't give a word or an expression.
If it loses its value, ignore it.
After the sound of going downstairs disappeared, Yi Yan clenched his palms fiercely.
[The author has something to say: The state is not good today, and my aunt is here, ouch.
Thank you for the baby who rewarded the monthly pass.
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