Since coming to this world, Ash has heard the term "Blood Moon Judgment" more than once.
At first, he thought it was a show that was going to be shot.
Then he thought it was a live show of execution.
Then, he thought it was an online guessing show that randomly selected a lucky viewer.
Now, Ash feels that Blood Moon Judgment should be a live variety show with unlimited fighting.
"Yes, when the death row prisoners participate in the Blood Moon Trial, the prison will remove all restrictions on you. At that time, you can use your magic power to activate the magic spirit."
The healer stretched out her hand, and a kind-looking old lady's spirit appeared in her palm.
"If you're asking whether there are opportunities for trading in the Blood Moon Trial, theoretically there are, but no one can do it. As for why, I don't need to explain it in detail, right? It's not like you haven't seen the Blood Moon Trial before."
“I haven’t seen it!”
"Don't think I'm that easy to fool!" The medical doctor almost roared, "I won't believe such a stupid lie!"
The medical teacher refused to reveal any more information. Ash's clumsy lie made her feel that her dignity was insulted. It's ok to lie to people, but he lied to people with such a lie that even a child wouldn't fall for. Who are you looking down on
Ash felt very wronged, as he had never seen Judgment of the Blood Moon. However, everyone here assumed that this was basic common sense and did not need any further introduction.
Since he couldn't get any information out of her, Ash prepared to go eat, but the medic wouldn't let him go.
"Why did you ask about the elf just now? Are you worried about him?"
"It's embarrassing to say I'm worried. I'm just a little concerned."
Ash scratched the tender white flesh on his shoulder. "After all, he was the first person I killed. Isn't it said that murderers always return to the crime scene to watch? I have a similar mentality."
"Is it true that he was your first time?"
"Your statement is really misleading..."
"You are a death row inmate who can live in a luxury suite in Broken Lake Prison! Shouldn't it be as easy for you to destroy lives as to dress and eat, and to torture souls as a habit as breathing?"
"Although I am not a good person, I am really wronged!"
"I will believe the first half of your sentence for now."
The medical practitioner looked down at the magic spirit in his hand, as if considering his words.
"Okay, I believe this is your first time killing someone. Then why do you care about the life or death of that elf? Do you hope that he will not survive, or that he will not die?"
“Both sides.”
"Both?" The medic couldn't help laughing. "You want him to be both dead and alive?"
"To be honest, my hatred for him is not to the point where I want him dead. If possible, I would rather beat him up with a soft stick in the shape of a geoduck to vent my anger. In addition, I have questions to ask him, so I don't really want him to die."
Ash shrugged, "But if he really died, I would probably just sigh before going to bed tonight that life is like the ocean, and only those with a strong will can reach the other side... So even if he died, I wouldn't care too much."
"I kind of believe that this is your first time killing someone," the doctor said. "Your statement won't please either side. In the process of publicizing the case, you can get the care of human rights organizations by saying that you are merciful and soft-hearted, and you can get the support of extremist organizations by saying that you are rooting out the evil. But this ambiguous and indecisive statement will be disliked by all organizations."
"It seems that the world outside is not easy to survive." Ash sighed, "But there are not so many extremely decisive people in this world. Aren't most people as indecisive as me?"
The medical technician was slightly startled, then shrugged: "It's not that there are indecisive people, but they have to have the capital to be indecisive, for example - good-looking!"
The medical technician took out a photo album and flipped it open in front of Ash. "Look, these are the handsome guy templates that have been popular in the past five years. Do you want to choose one as your new face? I recommend this face number 1. It's very popular and has a 90% resemblance to the current popular singer. You will definitely like this face..."
"It's you who likes this face!"
"So what if I like it? You got this face done, and you're the beneficiary too!"
"Who said that? I don't look in the mirror all day. I can't even see my face. What's the point of being good-looking? On the contrary, others are looking at me all day. They feel good, but I still have to accept their obscene looks. Do you think I would be willing to do such a selfless and stupid thing?"
Ash's words made sense, and the healer was convinced. Her crow mask drooped down, and she said dejectedly: "Okay, you are right..."
"But," Ash changed the subject, "You are willing to listen to my grievances and talk to me for so long. This is the only warmth I have felt in this cold prison. Since it is a friend's request, I can agree to it..."
"What, are we friends?"
"If not, then I'm leaving..."
"Okay, okay, so you're willing to let me perform surgery on you?"
"Actually, I'm not really willing to do that..." Ash showed a hesitant expression: "I still like my current face very much. After all, I've seen it for so many years, and I have some feelings for it..."
"so… ?"
"It costs extra money."
"no problem!"
The medical technician breathed a sigh of relief: "When will the operation begin? Wait, I am not very familiar with some of the procedures. You can wait for me to review them in the next two nights... Don't worry, it's very safe. My magic spirit can effectively prevent serious problems such as blood and flesh collapse!"
Ash pulled the corner of his mouth and said, "I, I'm relieved. I'll go first. You take your time to prepare and don't worry!"
Magic power is the universal energy of magicians, and money is the universal energy of society. Although there is no hope of escaping the prison, Ash has to find a way to make some money for backup. Needless to say, the death row prisoners are all a bunch of poor people who eat the government's food, so Ash thought about it and felt that the only way left for him was to exchange his face for money.
But now it seems that the price is a bit high. The chance of having his face ruined is very high. Ash is a bit scared.
No wonder medical technicians are not allowed to reveal their names. Maybe they are preparing to escape anonymously - after creating many medical accidents in prison to hone their skills, they can just walk away, and the death row inmates will have no one to curse even if they want to.
Ash walked to the door and suddenly turned around to look around the treatment room.
"Speaking of which, I've wanted to ask you for a long time - are you being ostracized by your colleagues?"
"ah?"
"Why did I wake up twice and see only you? Where are the other medical technicians?" Ash guessed, "Did they give you the most difficult tasks and then just leave work?"
"No - but it's true that you have the most difficult job."
"Really? If you are ostracized by your colleagues, remember to tell me."
The medic looked at Ash and chuckled.
"Why should I tell you?"
"Aren't we friends? Friends are people who can gloat over each other's misfortunes when they happen to you."
"roll roll roll!"
Ash waved goodbye, "Then Doctor 222, see you next time. The apples are delicious, thank you."
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Silence returned to the treatment room. The medical technician packed up her tool box and pushed open the door to the common room—the medical technician's activity area did not overlap with that of the death row inmates—and then she saw a group of medical technicians wearing crow masks waiting outside the door.
The medical technician was shocked and almost thought they were here to call him to task.
But when she looked closely, she found that there was a person in the medical team who was not wearing a crow mask. Judging from his body shape and work badge, it was the tall medical technician 176 who always scolded her. He looked like a blue-scaled fishman, but his eyes were scarlet, as bright as rubies.
176 was not only not wearing a mask, he also had his hands clasped behind his back, with obvious bruises on his face, and a dark green foam necklace around his neck.
The medic knew exactly what it was.
Miracle Vein Foam.
This is the most commonly used offensive miracle by the blood magician. It combines trapping and killing, and can be cast continuously for a long time. The target who is hit by the venous foam will have all the veins in the body connected to the foam. Once the foam breaks, it also means that the veins in the whole body will burst at the same time, and the heart will quickly lose blood supply and die violently.
As long as one is a magician, even the weakest one, he has the ability to kill a living being instantly.
Being covered with intravenous foam is the treatment for criminals.
"What did he do?"
"He peeked at your healing technique, young lady."
A medical technician with ID number 201 bowed and reported. Even the voice change of the crow mask could not conceal his respect.
"Attempting to steal the intellectual achievements of the Bloody Cry Institute without permission violates the constitutional principle of 'the sanctity and inviolability of individual and collective property' and is undoubtedly a crime."