chapter 2 Inheritance, bloody soldiers

boom!

In an instant, Machina Hartwell felt that the blood all over his body was boiling like it was being ignited.

A monstrous murderous intention arose in his heart.

kill! Kill! Kill!

Machina Hartwell's eyes turned red, and there was only one obsession left in his mind. Staring at Zephyra Sinclair's neck, he slowly approached, clenching his fist with his right hand, and all his strength was concentrated in this punch.

Bang!

Althea Stanton couldn't wait to get in the car and closed the car door heavily.

This loud noise made Machina Hartwell stunned for a moment, and he suddenly regained consciousness.

"What...what's going on?"

Thinking that he had just had the idea of ​​killing someone, Machina Hartwell couldn't help but break into a cold sweat.

Not for himself, but for his wife, he could not bear the serious crime of murder.

"What's wrong with me?"

Machina Hartwell looked at his still clenched fist in confusion, as if someone was controlling his body and mind.

Taking a deep breath, Machina Hartwell didn't have time to think too much. He gritted his teeth, kept his mind clear, and forcefully let go of his hand.

I didn't know when a gourd outlined with emerald green silk thread began to appear in the palm of my right hand. Under Machina Hartwell's eyes, the lines on the gourd began to twist and converge, and finally formed the face of an old man.

Machina Hartwell's body was trembling a little. All of this was completely beyond his imagination. Could it be that he had provoked a good friend who should not be provoked?

As a doctor, Machina Hartwell shouldn't believe this, but the hospital never lacks legends about good friends. At this moment, Machina Hartwell really felt scared.

The blood all over his body was boiling, and every trace of essence in the blood was extracted and blended into the emerald green lines. With each trace, Machina Hartwell could feel that his body was being drained. The blood did not decrease, but it was invisible. But the essence that can be felt is being lost in large quantities.

The old man's face was gradually stained red with blood, and he became increasingly weird.

"He is your enemy. He has humiliated you. Kill him. Kill him cleanly. One punch. Just one punch." A voice suddenly sounded in his mind. The bewitching words made Machina Hartwell The murderous intention in my heart emerged crazily again,

"Stop, stop quickly...stop quickly!"

Roaring in his heart, Machina Hartwell resisted desperately.

"Who is a Taoist doctor who only has a benevolent heart, but has a murderous intention in the past and present! Hahaha..."

A low, babbling voice sounded in Machina Hartwell's mind, and memories swept over him like a wave. Together with the devilish laughter, Machina Hartwell suddenly had a splitting headache.

The loss of a large amount of essence and the sudden integration of a large amount of information in his mind made Machina Hartwell instantly weak, and his muscles were trembling rapidly. In just one or two breaths, he felt as if he had run ten kilometers, and the pores all over his body were filled with blood. A faint heat came out, and big beads of sweat kept dripping down, but they were all evaporated in an instant.

Hot blood rushed into the top of his head, and his ears were buzzing, like a huge hammer hammering, and the world was spinning.

"Absolutely, we can't collapse in Longteng Villa, absolutely not."

So for the sake of the little dignity left in his heart, Machina Hartwell subconsciously felt that he couldn't lose his composure here.

Struggling to stretch out his sore arms, Machina Hartwell got into the back seat of the car and immediately closed his eyes tightly.

I don't know how much time passed, but Machina Hartwell felt as if a year had passed. His body shook suddenly, just like before, the rushing blood stopped instantly, and the hot breath returned instantly, and everything was as if nothing had happened. .

But Machina Hartwell clearly felt that a smaller version of himself condensed with blood suddenly appeared in his mind. What was strange was that this bloody little man was completely naked, and there was a green gourd hanging around his waist.

With a violent aura, even though this miniature version of Machina Hartwell sat cross-legged and closed his eyes tightly, the murderous aura still made Machina Hartwell frown uncontrollably.

What frightened Machina Hartwell the most was that he and this miniature version of himself were indistinguishable from each other. In his perception, he seemed to be able to control this miniature version of himself.

Open your eyes!

With a thought, Machina Hartwell's miniature version of himself actually opened his eyes.

Machina Hartwell felt his eyes burning slightly, and a wisp of emerald green breath flashed in his eyes. Machina Hartwell didn't even have time to blink, but was stunned by the scene in front of him.

Illusive, as if a phantom appeared in front of him, a thatched house suddenly appeared in front of Machina Hartwell. A tall, white-haired, child-like old man wearing linen ancient clothes was sitting behind a log table, and Machina Hartwell was sitting like an apprentice. around.

There is only a wooden pillow on the wooden table.

But Machina Hartwell didn't notice at all. The corners of the smaller version of his mouth turned up unconsciously, revealing a sinister smile.

Squeak!

The old wooden door opened, and a sturdy man in ancient costume walked in.

The old man did not speak, but glanced sideways at Machina Hartwell, as if to remind him to pay attention. Immediately, an emerald green aura flashed through the old man's eyes.

"What...what's going on?"Machina Hartwell looked at everything in front of him in shock.

The strong man's body seemed to be peeled away layer by layer. The blood vessels, meridians, bones, and internal organs were all clearly displayed in front of Machina Hartwell's eyes.

Every detail is revealed.

"With this ability, how difficult is it to diagnose a disease? Just take a look..."

Machina Hartwell's heart boiled, and his eyes shone with desire.

After all, we are not living in ancient times. Nowadays, online novels are so developed. Machina Hartwell also reads a few novels to refresh himself in his spare time. How similar is this scene?

Thinking of the strangeness of his body before and the emerald green light that penetrated his palms, Machina Hartwell vaguely felt the difference in himself.

Soon, Machina Hartwell discovered the lesion in the strong man's body. A section of blood vessel swelled above the rhythmically beating heart.

"Cardiovascular infarction...the blood vessels are almost closed."

Seeing the strong man's condition, Machina Hartwell was so frightened that his mouth split open.

With such a condition, even in top hospitals, the possibility of successful stent is less than 20%. As for other hospitals, surgery is equivalent to death.

Although Machina Hartwell only had theoretical knowledge and had no real contact with patients, he still knew that this strong man seemed to be physically strong, but he only had a month to live at most, or he would die in the next second.

The old man stood up. Under Machina Hartwell's gaze, the old man's body was almost transparent. In his mind, Machina Hartwell also found the same miniature version of the bloody old man.

Bang!

Walking to the strong man, the old man struck out with a palm, and the smaller version of the bloody old man rushed directly into the strong man's body as if he encountered no obstacles.

Ouch!

A silent howl seemed to ring directly in his mind. Under Machina Hartwell's gaze, under the stimulation of the bloody old man, the heart blockage actually transformed into a monster wearing thick blood armor. He was roaring at the bloody old man.

Hard-armored beast.

Level: 2

Status: Growing, peaking in three weeks.

Inexplicably, memories emerged in Machina Hartwell's mind, and information about this suddenly transformed monster appeared.

Monster? grade? Machina Hartwell felt that his knowledge of past medical skills was completely skewed.

It’s understandable that it reaches its peak after three weeks, and the patient dies due to a myocardial infarction, but what the hell is this monster?

The bloody old man rushed straight into the heart and blood vessels without any fear.

In an instant, the blood vessel expanded infinitely, like a passage tens of meters high, and the armored beast was like a giant, reaching a height of dozens of meters. In front of the armored beast, the bloody old man was as small as an ant.

boom!

The bloody old man rushed forward without hesitation, and hit the hard-armored beast with his small fist, shooting out a small fragment of hard armor.

The hard-armored beast was also angry. With an angry roar, countless tentacles suddenly shot out of its body and attacked the bloody old man.

The tentacles simply sealed the entire passage, leaving the bloody old man with no place to hide. His shoulder was rubbed, and his blood was instantly drained, leaving a piece of his shoulder missing.

"kill!"

The bloody old man was arrogant and fearless. With a low roar, he continued to rush forward without fear of death.

Tear the tentacles into pieces and rush straight into the body of the armored beast, even though the blood color that makes up the body has dimmed a lot.

Along the hard armor plate, the bloody old man climbed straight to the center of the armored beast, and began to hit with punches. With each punch, the armored beast screamed in pain, and the counterattack became more and more fierce. of intensity.

But the bloody old man didn't pay attention at all.

Machina Hartwell newly received memory knew that this was the weakness of the hard-armored beast, and he also knew that the bloody old man would win. However, when he saw the tentacles lashing the bloody old man's body, he actually felt the same and could completely feel the pain.

Ouch!

More than a minute passed. Under the constant blows, the core was destroyed. The armored beast howled miserably, and its entire body instantly exploded into a ball of black mist.

The bloody old man fell to the ground and had no time to breathe. Of course, Machina Hartwell also knew that this clone-like shrunken man didn't need to breathe at all.

He took out the gourd from his waist and raised it high. The black mist seemed to have found an exit and swarmed into the gourd.

The originally emerald green gourd now had a strange ancient seal character on it.

With waves of thanks, the strong man left, and the old man returned to the wooden table. The bloody old man sat cross-legged in his mind, constantly absorbing the essence of the old man's blood, and slowly recovered.

No injury, no pain...

In Machina Hartwell view, this method of treating diseases is mysterious and mysterious, but it also makes him believe in it.

Poisoning, typhoid fever, appendicitis...

Patients walked into the clinic one after another like a revolving door. The old man's bloody clone was omnipotent. The green gourd was constantly devouring the black disease energy. Weird seal characters appeared one by one, and finally connected in a circle on the gourd. The whole gourd emitted Golden light.

At this time, the bloody old man made a strange move. He actually raised the gourd, and a pill was poured out of the gourd.

Miasma Breaking Pill!

Level: 2

Efficacy: Get rid of all negative toxins.

Machina Hartwell opened his mouth in astonishment. He never expected that this gourd could be fused with diseases to form elixirs.

You must know that a single elixir is enough to build a family. Although there is no elixir, there is an elixir, and it is still such a powerful elixir...

A pill can save a person or even a family, and can bring supreme glory.

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