Wang Jin nodded, indicating that he agreed with Hu Xiaobei's statement.
The doctor's research itself is closely related to flesh and blood, and highly overlaps with the authority of the feast, which itself speaks for itself.
In addition, Chen Zhong once revealed that the seeds of the feast were planted by the doctor during his visit.
No matter how crazy that man was, he would never do such a thing to his own brother just to relieve his boredom.
He should be choosing someone ruthless enough.
The third prison is in Dajiang City, which is the company's territory.
Chen Zhong, who knew nothing about this, was destined to an inevitable end after escaping from prison.
At the same time, the feast will also be partially weakened.
This may be the doctor's purpose.
"He wants to replace it with a feast? That's impossible."
Touching his chin, Wang Jin looked at Hu Xiaobei.
It is not impossible for human beings to obtain part of the ability to talk about ghosts through some method. The Eye of the Ancient God is a living example.
But ancient gods are rare to see, and there is only one Wang Jin.
This miraculous situation cannot be repeated.
Human beings come from evolution and reproduction, and ghost stories are born from the stories passed down orally.
The two should be in harmony with each other.
Even if the mixed-race group blurs the boundaries between humans and monsters, it does not mean that such a thing can be easily achieved.
The doctor is a human being and does not have any trace of Kaitan blood in him.
This also means that he cannot replace the feast.
"It's hard to say. I can't study these things all day long."
Hu Xiaobei turned into a little fox and squatted on the table.
"If the doctor can really steal the power of ghost talk, then he will definitely not only attack the feast."
"For example, the ability to drag the entire hospital into a ghost story scene is definitely not the authority of the feast."
"There are many mysteries about doctors, but fortunately the feast provides us with a breakthrough."
Wang Jin casually tugged on the little fox's ears and spoke while thinking.
Fluffy things make people feel better and have a clearer mind.
"Yeah, that's what I was going to say."
The little fox broke free from Wang Jin's hands and found several photos from the file.
"It's probably impossible to instigate a rebellion feast, so we should kill him."
"Instead of waiting for this thing to come to your door, it's better to take the initiative."
"After all, you are a rising star in the world of ghost stories. The company cannot watch you get beaten up alone."
Hu Xiaobei waved his little paw, showing great courage.
"Sister Qingqing has approved it, and the containment operation will begin in three days."
"Code name Flesh Feast."
"I sacrificed myself to let her touch me for so long that my tail is almost bald."
The little fox shook his big tail, with an expression that said, "All the credit belongs to me."
"Of course, you still have to do the tuner's job yourself."
"Enter the scene of the feast, paving the way for the Ministry of Suppression."
"Young man, it's time for dinner."
"Ah...thank you very much."
Wang Jin smiled and rubbed the little fox's head and whispered.
He was worried before that he would have to face danger alone again, but he didn't expect that this girl had arranged it for him.
"That's why I specially approve you to practice more these days."
The little fox jumped up and turned back into a girl with fox ears.
"As for me, sister, I will try my best to make food for you."
"Come on."
The girl adjusted her apron and left with a smile.
——
"I heard that your boy is going on a mission in a few days."
In the gym, Shrike smiled ferociously and waved the long knife in his hand.
"Just right, let me see how brave you are."
"Uh-huh?"
The young man who was warming up shivered and quietly used the power of the god to buff himself.
Shrike is a typical hard-spoken but soft-hearted person. He is actually very worried about whether Wang Jin can come out alive.
Therefore, this dark and strong man will definitely kill him.
This was not the same heavyweight as Li Huike, and Wang Jin felt a little confused.
"Throw away that thing in your hand and use the real thing."
Shrike raised his eyebrows and signaled Wang Jin not to hold back.
"Then I really tried my best."
The young man nodded, and the medal on his chest flashed.
The pure white flag moved automatically without wind, and the sharp spearhead shone with a cold light.
The nail sword is light and agile, while the spear has terrifying penetrating power.
If you are purely looking for lethality, this thing is definitely the best choice.
"You can always come up with something new for me."
The shrike grinned and signaled Wang Jin to attack first.
"call…"
The young man held his breath and concentrated, his muscles undulating like running water.
The bones move slowly and the blood circulates faster.
His heart beat like a drum, and the spear in his hand turned slightly.
Wang Jin's eyes were fixed on the shrike in front of him, and he opened his mouth and breathed out hot breath.
Forcibly accelerates the heart beat in a short period of time to increase strength.
Although it takes some time to adjust the state, the lethality is first-rate.
"Hey, it tastes like that."
Shrike smiled and looked at Wang Jin with a more satisfied look.
It seems that this kid chose the same method as himself.
Whoosh!
The young man stepped hard on the ground with his right foot, and his figure suddenly blurred.
A deep depression appeared directly on the floor, and there was even a faint white smoke coming out.
It's hard to imagine how powerful this kick was.
The heartbeat was getting louder and louder, as if beating the war drum for this attack.
The pure white flag cut through the space and stabbed at the shrike with frightening power.
"good."
There was a chuckle, and the shrike nodded.
The next second, veins popped out all over the dark man's body.
The swollen muscles are like half of an iron tower, and the whole person is a bit wider.
What's even more terrifying is the weird heartbeat.
It was like a dull thunder.
Facing Wang Jin's all-out blow, Shrike chose to take it with even greater strength.
"Salted fish thrust!"
Wang Jin shouted loudly and pierced the shrike with his spear.
Bang!
There was a collision, and the long knife in the shrike's hand made an overwhelming sound.
But it wasn't because of the spear attack.
It just screamed because it couldn't bear the strength of the dark man.
"Ahhhh!!"
Wang Jin raised his head and roared, but the attack on his hand did not stop.
Shrike said that there are two ways to increase the damage.
One is to adjust your own state to maximize your strength.
The other is to stack multiple attacks at the same location.
Only children make choices, so of course Wang Jin wants them all.
Generally speaking, these two contradictory methods cannot be used at the same time. After all, the human body has its limits.
But Wang Jin didn't care.
The second method has a lot in common with sword dance, and it is quite easy to use.
The only constraint is that the body cannot be overloaded for a long time.
This problem can be solved to a certain extent by the green god's breath. Wang Jin only needs to endure the exhaustion and dizziness caused by doing so.
so…
"Dance!"
The spear in his hand spun like life, and Wang Jin's attack was far from stopping.
This is a dance full of power, and the only price is a heart that is about to burst.