Chapter 414 The God Is Dead

Xu Jing walked to the bedside and lifted the quilt. She saw a civilian lying on the bed. The civilian had his eyes closed, his face was haggard and his lips were bloodless.

Chen Ke also lifted the quilt to take a look. He lifted several quilts in a row and found that these civilians were old and young, male and female.

"Look, they are transfusing blood..." Xu Jing reminded.

Chen Ke pushed away the blood mist and found that there was indeed an iron rack in the dark behind each bed, with a glass bottle hanging on it, and the bottle was filled with black and red blood.

A rubber tube that looked unhygienic was connected to an aluminum hollow syringe. The other end was connected to the civilian's heart and was wrapped in a piece of white gauze.

"Is this blood directly delivered to the heart?" Xu Jing was surprised.

"I'm afraid this is not a blood transfusion..." Chen Ke shook his head and gently untied the white gauze on the chest of a civilian. He saw that his heart was like a tumor, bulging a lot, with an injection needle inserted in it, and blood was being drawn out.

Xu Jing covered her mouth and nose.

"You think this is disgusting?" Chen Ke smiled.

He slowly pulled the needle out of the tumor. He didn't expect the needle to be so long. After it was fully pulled out, it was about seven or eight centimeters long.

"This length is enough to insert into the heart." Xu Jing shook her head.

After the needle was pulled out, the civilian gasped slightly, and then completely lost his voice. Xu Jing knew that the other party was dead without touching the artery, because his body no longer had a blue outline in his spiritual vision.

"What do you think they are doing?" Chen Ke asked.

"Definitely not receiving treatment, but taking blood." Xu Jing said.

"Wouldn't it be better to take blood from the vein? Why from the heart? And what's the matter with the swelling in the chest?" Chen Ke was puzzled.

"I can't guess the motives of the cult's behavior. Maybe they have their own reasons. Did the blood mist come from them?" Xu Jing said.

"No." Chen Ke shook his head. He swept away the mist that only he could see, and no new blood came out of the civilian's body.

"It must be nearby. Have you found any clues?" Xu Jing asked. She couldn't see the fog and could only rely on Chen Ke to identify it.

Chen Ke was also at a loss. Being in the fog, it was good enough not to get lost, let alone find the source of the fog.

Moreover, Chen Ke inhaled a lot of this fog. I don't know if it is harmful to the body. At least for now, except for being choking, there are no other symptoms.

The two could only search these rooms by feeling. There were civilians whose blood was collected in each room. From the accumulated amount of blood in the glass bottles, it can be judged that these civilians have not been here for a long time.

Chen Ke didn't know what the blood was for. Could it be that they collected various blood types to fill the blood bank and provide medical backup blood transfusions for some rich and powerful masters?

"Look, the door of this room... is much larger than the general one." Xu Jing said.

Chen Ke stopped, pushed away the fog, and looked at the door of the room Xu Jing mentioned.

It was a double-leaf solid wood door, about 3 meters high, and it was generally not used indoors, let alone underground space.

In Xu Jing's eyes, Chen Ke's behavior was a little funny. He was like a person who went out with an umbrella on a sunny day to avoid getting wet.

"This fog is too thick... cough cough... the source is in here." Chen Ke was choked by the pungent blood. He saw the red fog constantly seeping out from under the door.

Xu Jing stuck to the door, with a blue circle of light in her pupils, and peeked inside with her spiritual vision.

She looked for a moment, then turned to look at Chen Ke, shook her head, and indicated that there was no one inside.

"Get ready... cough cough cough..." Chen Ke coughed even more, and the sun mark on his chest turned, as if the things inside were attracting him.

"Are you... okay?" Xu Jing asked.

"Don't worry about me, open the door slowly, if the situation is not right, we will leave, ok?" Chen Ke also stuck to the door, covering his mouth and nose, and a blue light ball appeared in his right hand, which was the soul gun ready to go.

"Just like you said, Chen Ke, open it and take a look." Xu Jing nodded.

Chen Ke gently turned the door handle and locked it, as expected.

His palms gradually heated up, burning through the copper lock on the door. With a bang, a hard object fell from the door.

Xu Jing was startled, took a step back, and pointed the gun at the crack of the door, knowing that the door handle inside was burned to the ground.

This sound was extremely discordant in the quiet environment. The two waited by the door for a while and found that nothing happened.

Chen Ke gently pushed the door open, and a large amount of blood mist was like thick rain and dew. Chen Ke even felt a thin layer of dew on his face.

"Chen... Chen Ke, what's wrong with your face?!" Xu Jing stared at Chen Ke with wide eyes.

Chen Ke frowned, feeling that something was wrong. He wiped his face and felt that his palms were sticky. He looked down and found that his hands were full of blood...

"Blood... It's not my blood, it's because of this mist." Chen Ke said calmly. He found that it was not only his face, but also his clothes were covered with blood after the thick blood mist in the room came out.

"Do you feel uncomfortable? Do you feel that something has changed in your body?" Xu Jing asked cautiously.

Chen Ke shook his head. He only felt that he was wet with blood, that was all. Of course, the sun mark on his chest was constantly rotating, but he didn't tell Xu Jing about this.

He asked Xu Jing to look inside first. After all, the thick blood mist made it difficult for him to see the surrounding environment clearly, so it was safer to let Xu Jing explore the way first.

Xu Jing pushed open her half of the door. In Chen Ke's eyes, the wet and sticky blood flowed out from the widened door crack like a tide, and his hair was wet.

The blood flowed down Chen Ke's neck into his clothes, and slid deep into the curves and grooves of his muscles. Chen Ke felt like he had taken a blood bath.

Xu Jing walked into the room first and exclaimed. Chen Ke's whole body tensed up, thinking that something dangerous had happened, but he didn't hear the gunshot.

He wiped his face, wiped off the blood in front of him, looked at Xu Jing and asked, "What's in there?"

"You'd better come and see for yourself." Xu Jing's voice came from inside, and it sounded like there was no other emotion except surprise.

Chen Ke walked into the room, swept away the strong blood in front of him, and saw a large iron bed twenty steps away. The iron bed was estimated to be 30 square meters, occupying one-third of the space in the whole room.

On the iron bed was a very large object, covered by a white cloth, and complex pipes stretched out from the gap between the white cloth and the iron bed.

The two of them got closer and saw that those pipes were rubber tubes used by civilians to collect blood. Looking back along the pipes, countless pipes connected to four glass vats that were three people tall and two people wide, all filled with red blood.

Under this white cloth was the source of blood. Chen Ke felt like he was bathing in a still waterfall, covered in blood.

Xu Jing looked at the changes in Chen Ke, with vigilance and worry in his eyes. Chen Ke was covered in a thick layer of blood fat, his hair was dyed dark red, his face was covered in blood, and blood dripped onto the ground along the hem of his windbreaker.

"Chen Ke? Are you sure you're okay?" Xu Jing asked worriedly.

"You're covered in blood... I don't feel anything else. I'm curious about what's under this white cloth. Why am I the only one affected by this blood mist?" Chen Ke said, reaching out to remove the white cloth.

Xu Jing grabbed Chen Ke's wrist: "You'd better think it over."

"You've become more cautious, Xu Jing. You insisted on coming down just now." Chen Ke smiled.

Xu Jing had a fierce ideological struggle, but finally let go of Chen Ke's wrist.

Chen Ke grabbed the white cloth and pulled it, which was easier than expected. The white cloth slid down along the outline of the thing, revealing the thing hidden underneath.

Under the interference of the blood mist, Chen Ke had not yet seen clearly what it was, but only felt a large black mass in front of him, but Xu Jing had already covered her mouth in surprise.

On the big iron bed, there was an extremely huge cockroach lying, and a message box appeared in the corner of Chen Ke's eyes:

[Category: God]

[Form: Entity]

[Status: Death]