The old man forcefully tore his body apart with the third hand on his chest, and looked at Wang Jin with a ferocious smile.
The Great Return Pill is a strange item that he has treasured for many years. Its recovery ability is so incredible that even a broken limb can be repaired as before.
But it also has horrific side effects.
If the medicine is too powerful, the user may grow something that shouldn't be there, or at worst, it may turn into unconscious expansion of bones and blood, and the user will lose their dignity as a human being.
What's more, Cook Jia swallowed Kong E's portion as well.
For two people, it is already a fatal dose for Da Huan Dan.
Pao Jia should have exploded and died.
But Wangcai chopped off his head directly, which gave the drug an outlet to vent its raging power.
A blessing in disguise.
Only Lu Zhishou knows this, Wang Jin cannot possibly know.
The resurrected Chef Jia is his trump card to turn defeat into victory.
"call..."
Lu Zhishou gasped, and the third hand on his chest stretched back, clutching his ribs.
If he doesn't do this, his body will be completely severed from the middle.
This is the price of breaking free from Wang Jin.
But at this moment, Lu Zhishou didn't show any sign of decline. Instead, he turned back into the old man who was strategizing.
"You didn't calculate this, I won after all."
He grinned and looked at Wang Jin, his eyes a little more confident.
"well..."
The young man looked at the butcher knife that suddenly appeared in front of him and sighed softly.
The next second, the sound of gold and iron clashing sounded, and a generous and stocky figure stood in front of Wang Jin, with the thorn in his hand and the butcher's knife splitting at the touch of a touch.
"No wonder you asked us to wait a while before we came out."
Shi Baibai grinned, but he made a Baijiu sound.
"Otherwise it would be difficult to lure him out."
Wang Jin answered casually, then turned to look at Lu Zhishou, his smile still bright.
"Senior Lu, what did you mean when you said I didn't calculate just now?"
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"What a gift that suits your personality."
The doctor patted the dust on his white coat and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
He realized something was wrong and stayed away from the old man in gray robe early.
The victim of this explosion was actually Wu Huo.
"ah--!"
Wu Zhuo covered his head and roared as fiercely as a slaughtered pig.
Just now, he suffered a double blow both physically and mentally.
An old man with fluttering beard and hair suddenly took out a bomb from his arms with a sinister smile. This was originally a very scary thing.
Not to mention that he also said those words that were like a nightmare to him.
Believe in my Lord.
Just like the madman who carries the evil god with him, even the tone is exactly the same.
At that moment, Wu Zhuo couldn't help but recall the fear of being dominated by the red mask, and the humiliation of finding himself waking up in the police station.
Of course, Wu Zhuo has no idea of revenge against an enemy of that level.
He almost peed in fear.
"He's targeting me! He's targeting me!!"
The dusty man continued to wail, his voice getting louder and louder.
First it was the red mask, and then it was the strange old man.
It seems that the unknown evil god is determined to kill himself.
"What to do? What to do? Do you want to believe in Him?"
Wu Zhuo screamed and muttered, seeming to be on the verge of collapse.
"well."
The doctor sighed and clapped his hands at Wuhuo.
The latter's wailing stopped suddenly, like a well-trained dog.
But his mouth was still wide open, with an expression like a fish about to suffocate.
Obviously, Wu Yan did not shut up voluntarily.
"Let me see..."
"No injuries? It seems that the zombie blood blends perfectly with yours."
The man squatted down and checked Wu Zhuo's condition as if he were checking an animal.
“…”
The latter's eyes widened, but he still couldn't make a sound.
"I secretly added something while I was operating on you."
Perhaps because he didn't like Wu Zhuo's shocked face, or perhaps because he wanted to find an audience for himself, the doctor clapped his hands gently, his tone elegant and proud.
It’s like an artist introducing his proud work.
"I contaminated your central nervous system and minimized the damage."
"In this way, I can control part of your actions without losing your mind. The cost is just losing your sense of taste and smell."
"Using pollution to manipulate a person is such a great feat, can you understand?"
The man lifted Wu's face with force, forcing him to look into his eyes full of joy.
"Madman, you are a complete fucking madman."
Wu Zhuo turned his head hard and spat at the ground.
"You'd better kill me now, otherwise I will die by my hands sooner or later."
"No."
The doctor grinned and his tone suddenly became calm and calm.
"You are a very precious sample. Not only will I not kill you, but I will try to keep you alive and take you back to the hospital."
"Of course, if you don't want to lose more..."
The man wiped his hands with Wu's clothes and took the lead to walk forward.
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"You are not a god, there will always be times you can't calculate."
Lu Zhishou grinned and seemed to be chewing something in his mouth.
That's a piece of human flesh.
In front of him was a sturdy figure full of murderous intent.
Muscles rise and the body becomes unnaturally taller.
The butcher's knife was wrapped with a beast-like shadow, which shone faintly in the moonlight.
On both sides of his head are translucent pig and cow heads.
Four illusory arms stretched out from under the ribs, holding flesh, blood and heads in the arms.
Killing intent and cold light kept surging, and there seemed to be endless roaring souls of injustice around him.
The people of Tianpao - the sign of killing.
"Ouch!!!"
Cook Jia raised his head and roared, and the pig's head and the cow's head neighed at the same time, which made people's eyes dazzled.
He screamed strangely, swung the butcher knife in his hand and slashed at Wang Jin.
Boom!
The sound of gold and iron colliding sounded again, but unfortunately this time there was also a muffled groan.
"Fuck! I can't stand it!"
The man in the white mandarin jacket took the butcher's knife abruptly and flew out.
In order to prevent Shi Baibai from losing his fighting ability, Bai Jiu has ended his possession and turned to fight with the cook in his human form.
But the situation did not become so clear.
Wang Jin never expected that the Ten Evils would be so powerful.
"Hahaha!! You sometimes make miscalculations!!"
Lu Zhishou blocked Hui Dianlan's attack and then spit out what was in his mouth.
It was his own flesh.
Lu Zhishou temporarily stole the ability of Tian Pao's people - the Great Ghoul.
After all this trouble, his injuries have healed to some extent.
The Kaitan inhibitor just now has expired, and Lu Zhishou has returned to his peak state again.
"Damn, damn!"
Shi Baibai hid in the corner, desperately using a carving knife to carve something on the tortoise shell.
He could see that his group didn't have an advantage, but he couldn't do much to help.