Chapter 233 Return

"What happened? How could this happen?" Elaine walked quickly into the treatment room, and those strange instruments were making sharp beeps.

But the most important thing was that Edward Mendes' body had undergone terrible changes. His skin was withering rapidly, and many parts of his body began to twist.

The mad doctor frowned. On the one hand, he laughed at Mendes in his heart and wished that he would die soon. But on the other hand, he was reluctant to give up this masterpiece, after all, it was his first successful work.

After a few seconds of entanglement, Richter picked up the needle and stabbed it hard into Mendes' neck. The black liquid began to rush through Mendes' body along the blood vessels.

After a while, those changes were suppressed, and the shed skin gradually began to return to normal, but Mendes showed no signs of waking up.

"This..." This was the first time that the mad doctor encountered such a situation. Generally speaking, a filthy blood was enough to wake up people who were lost in the gaps of dreams.

Elaine beside him was also panicked. She almost screamed, "Another shot!"

"You are crazy, I am not." Richter refused coldly, "What I just injected him is already the maximum dose."

"Stop talking nonsense, Ernest. If he dies, do you think those believers will let you go?"

"You crazy people!" Richter took another bottle of dirty blood and injected it into Mendes.

This dirty blood is extracted from dream monsters. Rather than blood, it should be regarded as a stabilizer. After a series of complex refining, it can greatly improve the user's resistance to dream pollution.

But it does not mean that these things are completely harmless. Using a large amount of dirty blood will also cause irreversible pollution. What's more terrible is that these things are addictive and will eventually turn the user into a blood-thirsty monster.

Watching the time pass by, Mendes still showed no signs of waking up. Elaine made the final decision, "Inject the remaining blood."

"If he mutates, we won't have time to escape." Richter began to regret why he chose to stay and stay with this madman. He should have left with the transport team.

Seeing Richter hesitate to move, Elaine took all the syringes from the medicine box and stabbed them into Mendes' thigh.

The mad doctor wanted to stop him, but it was too late. As a large amount of filthy blood was injected, Mendes' body trembled slightly. Then, he breathed violently, and then coughed violently.

The coughing finally turned into vomiting blood. After spitting out a lot of blood, Mendes finally woke up. A burnt handprint appeared on his face and head, and other parts of his body also had scars of varying degrees.

"Edward, are you okay?" Elaine asked nervously, and the answer she got was a hand stabbed in the heart.

"Why... why?"

"My love." Mendes said weakly, "I am not dead yet. I need your sacrifice to save me."

After that, Elaine felt a pain in her heart, and then she knew nothing.

Mendes absorbed everything, and the scars on his body gradually recovered, but the mark on his face could not fade away.

"What did you hide, doctor?"

Ricket's hand behind his back trembled slightly. The syringe in his hand contained high-purity Virgin Mary's blood. The dosage was enough to kill Mendes. Even if he couldn't kill him, he could seriously injure him, so as to buy time for himself to escape.

"You want to kill me?" Mendes laughed softly, "Haha, good, doctor, you can't be blamed for this. But it's not necessary now, I'm not lost yet."

The last few strands of Elaine's long hair were slowly sucked into Mendes' body. Richter couldn't help but shudder in his heart. He whispered: "What happened...what happened? The messenger?"

"He, he is not a messenger." Mendes stood up from his seat. His body recovered a lot, but he was still very weak. "I made a mistake in my judgment. But now, there is no time to explain. We have to leave here quickly."

Even though he was trying his best to cover it up, Richter still heard Mendes' nervousness and uneasiness. He even suspected that it was fear, even though this emotion was unlikely to appear in the man who had summoned the Screamer.

"Let's go, doctor. Don't wait for him to wake up."

...

Xing Ze's whole body was wrapped in black particles, and his alienated body was being repaired quickly. The three burning eyes still stayed in the air.

"Blue Beak, or do you prefer to be called the Dark Devil?" Xing Ze raised his head and looked directly at the other party, "Take me back, take me back to my original world."

In an instant, the huge thing disappeared, the darkness faded, the light returned again, the snowflakes returned to normal, and Xing Ze was the only one standing silently at the quiet crossroads.

"Okay," he shook his head helplessly, "I'll take it as your rejection. It seems that I have to find another way home."

Some black particles quickly gathered and finally formed the familiar figure. The girl took Xing Ze's hand and placed the shining tridecahedron in his palm.

"What kind of evil is this..."

Xing Ze smelled a familiar smell - engine oil, rust, and smelly blood. He sighed and sat up from the truck bed.

The bishop, Catherine and Alfred did not notice his awakening. They looked around with different expressions, as if they had experienced a terrible change.

"For Merlin's sake!" Alfred was the first to discover Xing Ze, and his exclamation attracted everyone's attention. Even the sheriff in the cab jumped out of the car and walked over.

"It seems that I missed a lot of things." Xing Ze said, "Do you have any suggestions?"

"You broke free from the dream." Nathanael's frown stretched out, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, "You look a little different."

Xing Ze smiled at Scottel, and then replied: "Just figured out something."

"What is it?" The bishop asked with interest.

Figured out what I am. Xing Ze said in his heart. He turned his finger in a circle and said: "The initiator of all these tragedies, and their real purpose."

"The wizard who pulled you into the dream gap. Do you know where he is?" Catherine interrupted and asked.

"The old house of the Mendes family. But I think he should have left."

Catherine looked at Nathanael, the bishop nodded, then jumped out of the car and said, "I'm sorry, everyone, I have to go somewhere else."

Perhaps knowing his temper, no one spoke to keep him, and let him disappear in the alley.

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