Chapter 123 White Blood Extraction

After entering the plot world, no one knows exactly what will happen in the future.

Lu Li was no exception.

What's more, two months ago, he was just an ordinary person who just entered school, no matter how fast he was, it was impossible to be perfect in every aspect.

In addition, the mysterious headmaster did not provide a script, did not set rules, and everything had to be figured out by oneself.

For example, words and deeds are in line with the personality——

In the previous world, there was an unwritten rule: Officers cannot abandon soldiers and escape alone, otherwise performance points will be deducted.

What about this world?

[Chaotic good camp: Do good according to your own standards, ignore the rules, and have your own standards for good and evil]

Since when can we act according to this standard, as soon as we enter the game, or do we have to wait for the complete collapse of human social order?

And these doubts caused Lu Li to look forward and backward when doing things, and even became a little dazed.

"Brother, too good a brain has its disadvantages. You always like to overcomplicate things."

Duke was chewing gum and driving, his voice sounded like an old father who had his heart broken: "Since we already know that thing called Blood Ancestor is the culprit, wouldn't it be over if we killed it?"

"It doesn't make much sense to go around and around."

For this guy, the problem that can be solved by force is not a problem at all, just push it all the way, no trouble.

And Lu Li suddenly felt that it made sense.

In fact, they have been in the rhythm set in advance by the mastermind behind the scenes, and the Blood Ancestor will always be one step ahead.

If you want to break the game, you might as well flip the table.

In other words.

I won't play puzzle games with you anymore!

You play your tricks, I don't care about anything, gather my teammates and kill them all the way.

Of course, the premise is that the executor has the ability to push everything horizontally.

Thinking of this, Lu Li turned to look at the old man. Although he has a long life and a good mental state, he has not yet broken away from the human category, and his physical fitness is not even comparable to that of a young man in his 20s or 30s.

With these alone, how to hunt demons?

Perhaps sensing that Lu Li was sizing him up, Abraham leaned on his sword and crutches and whispered, "Before contacting me, you should have done some research, right?"

"Being tortured in a concentration camp, being pinched by the blood ancestor, and losing one family after another, no one can live to this age."

The old man turned his head, looked at the night scene of New York, and narrated indifferently.

"And I'm ninety-four years old this year, and I can still use my sword crutches to hunt and kill reanimated corpses."

"It happened because of the bugs I took."

After the words fell, the car that had been moving forward suddenly shifted.

Duke was shocked, and his hand holding the steering wheel was a little unsteady. He remembered that Lu Li had told him that as long as a bloodthirsty nematode got into his body, he would be transformed into a reanimated corpse, and the whole process could not be reversed.

Could it be that this old man is a high-level reincarnated corpse?

In the end, under the scrutiny of the two, Abraham continued: "This kind of worm cannot be eaten directly, it needs to be extracted through a special method to produce white blood, and then filtered and absorbed through the eyes.

"In order to curb aging, disease, and restore the body to its peak."

White blood?

Lu Li was thoughtful.

That said, it can explain what happened that night. It seems that the blood ancestor used white blood on the driver.

After all, there is such a thing in an ordinary reanimated corpse, and as their owner, there must be better tonics in the Blood Ancestor's body.

That's right, a tonic.

In just a few minutes, the effect of rescuing a mortal person and restoring his body to the original state was truly heaven-defying!

Subconsciously, Duke thought of a magical food in "Dragon Ball" - fairy beans.

However, it can only repair limbs and restore the user's physical strength and energy, but it cannot treat diseases, and white blood seems to be different...

Thinking of this, Duke licked his lips, he didn't like to exchange blood—

In order to strengthen his body and break the limits of the human body, he ignored the warning and injected more than a dozen injections of drugs that stimulate cell activity, almost dying on the spot.

Therefore, for Duke, things like white blood are really too attractive.

"Old man, does that thing have any side effects?" He couldn't help asking.

Hearing this, Abraham nodded, and replied in a deep voice: "After the drops are put into the eyes, it will cause severe stinging pain, accompanied by symptoms such as fever and heart palpitations."

"So, how about getting through it?"

"Ten years ago, I was diagnosed with advanced lung cancer and had bone metastases. Now, as you can see, I am still alive and well."

The old man shrugged.

Sometimes, alliances formed by interests will be stronger.

He didn't know where Lu Li and Duke came from or why they wanted to get close to him, but the two of them did have murderous intentions towards the Blood Ancestor.

"Are you planning to go to the Shixin Group headquarters? Please take me with you when the time comes." Abraham paused, and then added: "In exchange, I can provide a white blood extraction formula and operate and use it myself."

Revenge is above all else.

The old man lived for revenge for the rest of his life, and no matter how bad it was, he would kill the Blood Ancestor's loyal servant, Elhorst——

It was the German military officer and executioner who guarded the concentration camp back then, and he committed a lot of crimes.

Now, the counteroffensive is about to begin.

Therefore, it is imperative to use white blood and adjust the state of the body.

After a little thought, Lu Li nodded in agreement. He had no reason to stop the old man in front of him. Perhaps, for Abraham, an ordinary death was the most painful thing.

Ten thirty in the evening.

Knickerbocker Antique Pawn Shop.

A white Volkswagen stopped slowly.

At the same time, two black shadows pounced on them. They had not been completely transformed, and their thorny tongues were short, barely capable of branching, but they had a strong desire to attack, and kept slapping on the front window of the car.

Seeing this, Lu Li held the nail gun in one hand, opened the car door, and walked out first.

The reincarnated corpse in this state was a little dazed, its big mouth that could grin to the ears opened, and its tongue covered with mucus and blood stains protruded, and walked around from the side.

It seems to be a deterrent, but it has a hint of being strong on the outside and doing nothing on the inside.

Seeing this, Lu Li raised the nail gun without hesitation and pulled the trigger.

Two silver nails about one finger long penetrated their brains instantly, and white smoke rose up.

The reanimated corpses fell down one after another.

Seeing Lu Li's quick and crisp movements, Abraham felt envious, and walked towards the antique house leaning on his sword and crutches: "Hurry up and go in, I'll leave after I absorb the white blood."

Not long after, the three entered the underground secret room.

Similar to Lu Li earlier, Duke was also stunned.

It was indeed the first time I saw such a sloppy witcher. The silverware was hung on two walls, and the raw materials were packed in big baskets.

"Look at any handy weapons, just take them away."

At this time, Abraham walked to the corner of the secret room and picked up a dusty wooden box.