Shen Ming's appearance was unexpected for me, but for my grandfather, it seemed that Shen Ming's visit was no longer strange. Moreover, my grandfather always respected intellectuals very much, so he warmly invited Shen Ming to come. Come in tomorrow.
This time Shen Ming came alone. There was no danger in the Yang Bureau anyway. He didn't need to bring a large group of people with him. After sitting down, Shen Ming didn't show off and said straight to the point: "Actually, I'm here this time. It’s still about the ghost baby.”
Hearing this, my grandfather smiled bitterly and said, "Professor Shen, I have told you before that I really can't think of anything related to the ancient battlefield. I have no impression at all. Your visit to me is just in vain."
"It's not about the ancient battlefield." Shen Ming shook his head and said, "This time I went back. In order to find a way to fight against the ghost infant, I read the translations of ancient books several times, and finally found this sentence."
"What are you talking about?" My grandfather and I both had a look of curiosity on our faces.
"There is a saying that even if we fall, the holy blood of our family will be passed down, so that the devil will never cause trouble, and will protect future generations for thousands of years."
Protect the future generations." Shen Ming said slowly.
After hearing this, I searched through the contents in my mind, but I couldn't find the impression of this passage. Maybe I still didn't understand the ancient books thoroughly, but what did Shen Ming mean by this sentence?
"What does this sentence have to do with ghost babies?" I asked in confusion.
"I can't say for sure, but I'm just curious about the meaning of this sentence. Does it mean that the holy blood in "me" has the ability to deter or even destroy those demons, so that it can protect future generations?" Shen Ming analyzed.
"Holy blood?" I was slightly stunned.
"The owner of this book is in the legendary realm. They call it the Holy Lord. The holy blood is the blood flowing in their bodies. I am thinking that the power level of the four-star Holy Lord may be completely different from what we can understand now. Maybe they even have terrible power in their blood." Shen Ming continued his analysis.
"Blood can also have power." I frowned slightly and said: "If you say that the soul, or the remnant soul, has the power to scare those demons, it is more reliable, but if you say that a mere blood can also have power, I feel it is a bit nonsense. Yeah, it sounds like I'm talking about fantasy..."
In response to my doubts, Shen Ming was not angry, but argued with reason: "In the wild, the blood and feces of powerful animals can deter some weak creatures from approaching, especially for creatures that are weak to them. This phenomenon is also very common among ghost beasts. They often use feces to divide their territories and warn other ghost beasts that this is their territory and entry is prohibited."
"So, even if this holy blood has no power, it is very likely to have the ability to deter those "demons". After all, those demons personally let those saints be sealed in the war zone, which is what we call the war zone. In ancient times, The battlefield is the hometown of these ghost babies."
"I see."
After listening to Shen Ming's words, I kind of understood what he meant.
Tens of thousands of years ago, the Ghost Infant had the Holy Lords pinned down and rubbed hard on the ground, and was finally sealed in a war zone for tens of thousands of years. Maybe he was very afraid of these Holy Lords in his heart. After all, this is the instinct of living things, and any living thing will be afraid of comparisons. A powerful creature of its own.
Even if the Holy Lord is not here, the holy blood flowing in the Holy Lord's body may still have the ability to deter them.
It's just that these saints have long since disappeared. Tens of thousands of years have passed. I'm afraid that those who live as long as the saints will almost burp, so it is definitely unrealistic to find the holy blood in their bodies. So what does Shen Ming mean? ...
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but look at my grandfather.
My grandpa is the owner of ancient books and may be a descendant of the Holy Lord. Although I don’t think that tens of thousands of years have passed, the holy blood is still flowing in my grandpa’s body, but Shen Ming’s intention is obviously to target his head...
I couldn't help but feel wary, frowned and asked: "Professor Shen, what do you want to do? Grandpa is getting older, so don't think of any evil ideas. There is no way I will agree to it!"
"Don't worry, I just want to draw a few milliliters of blood for research to verify whether my guess is correct. It will not endanger Mr. Yao Xian's life." Shen Ming replied.
Hearing this, I frowned slightly. If I just wanted to draw a few milliliters of blood, it wouldn't matter. Now I'm worried that if the holy blood is really useful, Shen Ming, or the senior officials of the Academy of Sciences, and the Yang Bureau will be greedy and drain my grandpa's body directly. Even Lin Wei might not let go of the blood in the blood. After all, as long as it is certain that grandpa is a descendant of the Holy Lord, then Lin Wei must be too.
This is not because I have persecution paranoia, but in the current situation, if there is really no hope, in order to save the 50 million people in Yang Province, many people will not hesitate to sacrifice their grandfather and Lin Wei. Blood.
Thinking of this, I still look wary.
"Mr. Ye Yan, you don't need to be so vigilant. I just want to test my guess." Seeing that I still didn't let go, Shen Ming continued: "I happen to have a few captured ghost babies in my laboratory that can be used for experiments. Once successful, not only will Mr. Yao's identity be confirmed, but it will also probably be of great use to the current situation!"
"But..."
I was still a little hesitant, but at this moment, my grandfather stopped me and said: "It's okay, just draw it, it's just a few milliliters of blood. If my blood can make some contribution to the country, then I will be willing to do it, even if it means death." ..”
"Grandpa, please don't talk nonsense!" I quickly stopped my grandfather from saying anything else.
After all, they are the older generation and their ideological consciousness is very high.
"Anyway, I don't mind drawing two tubes of blood. Although I am old, I am not so weak!" Grandpa said with great enthusiasm.
Seeing that my grandpa insisted on drawing blood, I stopped trying to persuade him. Instead, he said helplessly: "Okay, grandpa, I respect your choice, but Professor Shen Ming, you must be careful not to harm my grandpa's body."
In fact, I feel that I may have overthought it. Shen Ming is not so crazy. Besides, this is just a guess on his part. I can’t say for sure whether the holy blood is useful or whether my grandpa is a descendant of the Holy Lord!
However, if there is any chance, if they really attack Lin Wei and grandpa, then I will definitely make them all pay a bloody price. The bullet in my hand is the capital for saying this.
What's more, I am no longer alone.
"Thank you Mr. Yao for your contribution. I will inform the people at the hospital to come and draw blood in person. You don't have to worry about your life. It's just a test with a few milliliters of blood." Shen Ming thanked him.
"You're welcome." Grandpa said with a smile.
It can be seen that grandpa seems to be very happy that he can make a contribution again. He is smiling all over, and his previous sad look is no longer at all. At this time, Mother Lin has also prepared the meal. Upon seeing this, grandpa directly waved her hand,
I just wanted to keep Shen Ming for dinner.
Shen Ming did not refuse, which was regarded as acquiescence.
I don't have any objections to this. I just have a question to ask Shen Ming. I believe he is the one who knows the most information in the entire Yang Bureau. Even Chen Yi may not know as much as he does.
After getting to the table, I glanced at Shen Ming and asked straight to the point.
"Professor Shen, how is the cultivation progress of the three of them, Mr. Sun?"