There were hundreds of medicines and ratios recorded in black and white, and Mo Ye glanced at them and found that he didn't even recognize almost half of them. And there is no word "antidote" within the scope of his knowledge.

Embarrassed. At the same time, an original plan was frustrated.

Mo Ye grabbed the white silk and groaned for a long time before turning around.

He faced the many people behind him.

"The recipe for the hemp fragrant bone is here. ”

Raising the white silk in his hand, Mo Ye swept his gaze over everyone present in turn.

From the strong man who fell to the ground to the thin monkey who cowered behind the crowd, he didn't let go of any of them.

These people were all stunned by Mo Ye's gaze, but as soon as they heard 'Fang Zi', almost everyone pricked up their ears and cheered up, and even a few people's faces showed a sense of 'eager to try'.

"Yes, the prescription is in his hands! He is only one person! Yes, he has been poisoned! Go on! Take the prescription, and everyone will have hope of survival!"

The body is scarred, but the big man who made the double axe still has a breath.

Some people will not give up on their original intentions as long as they have a breath left.

Such a person is honorable and pitiful.

No one paid attention to the shouts of the big man, and many people in the rivers and lakes just looked at the white silk in Mo Ye's hand and swallowed their saliva, but none of them dared to put the calculations in their hearts into action.

Everyone is not stupid, Mo Xie killing Cangmu Snake Jun is as simple as pinching some kind of bipedal fowl to death, and then referring to the tragic situation of this friend who made the 'Thunder Axe', whoever dares to listen to him is impatient.

Yes, even if life is better than death, but when death is really within reach, most people will still be timid.

It's better to die than to live.

"Who understands medicine?"

Raising the white silk Mo Xie asked.

"Me!"

"Me!"

"Me!"

As soon as Mo Xie's words fell, the crowd raised no less than ten hands, each of which was raised straight, and even a few people jumped up.

They had already vaguely guessed Mo Ye's intentions, and this raised hand was like grasping some life-saving straw.

Those who are useful will be left behind, and those who are useless will be discarded. Cangmu Snake King has always done just that.

"I'm going to find Zhou Xinyan and show me the way, and this prescription is yours afterwards. ”

Put the white silk in the space bracelet in front of everyone's eyes, Mo Xie said.

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"It's disappointing that no rat dares to come forward?"

The temporary stronghold, which seems to be abandoned, is actually a high-rise building that has been photographed and specially arranged by someone with a heart, Lin Ming is kneeling on the top floor, and the sun shines on his body, reflecting his skin as if it is inlaid with countless diamonds with flat facets.

Although he hadn't really killed or plundered recklessly this night, he still got a lot of soul power, which was enough for him to digest it well for a while.

He is leisurely, like a king standing at the top of the pyramid, hanging his clothes and ruling the world. And at this moment in the building, every other Bloodclan is busy.

The bloodslaughter has come to an end, and the native Bloods and the dignitaries who have come from afar are dealing with the mortals caught in the night.

That's right, last night's seemingly chaotic hunt was not simply to open meat for his sons, but to bring back the protagonists of the mortals who died at the hands of the Blood.

The Bloodclan brought back a total of one hundred and three people, most of whom were teenagers, and the oldest one was no older than twenty.

They were locked in a glass box that had been set up in advance, soaked in a blue liquid, and two transparent tubes connected their mouth, nose and mouth to the outside world, making up their entire life support system.

The glass boxes were lined up in several rows, and in front of each box stood a Bloodliner, each with pain and hideousness on his face - like the expression of a constipated patient squatting on the toilet bowl to 'work'.

The left hand pressed the right hand, the right hand became a claw, and a little bit of blood gradually formed in the air outside the palm of the right hand, entangled, and finally turned into a foreign body with a double helix structure.

"Ten seconds left before the transformation starts!

This is a ritual to transform ordinary people into bloods, and unlike the legendary devouring bites, the bloodlines of the new era have already had new means to increase their success rate when transforming new members.

Gather blood energy, externally visualize the concept of 'blood', and then inject it into the body of the transformed person at what point in time.

Concise, clear, and without toxic side effects, except that the caster will be weakened for a while.

The only thing to watch out for is timing.

Today, this timing can be controlled by the machine.

"Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three!"

As the leader of the local blood clan, Cheng Ziqiang was qualified to sit in the command room and give orders, and his voice echoed on the radio.

"Two!

At the end of the countdown, the lid of the glass box was opened, and the blue liquid poured out, and the casters quickly smashed the blood in their hands into the hearts of mortals.

"Whew!"

Like an electric shock, the people who had been asleep a moment ago immediately woke up, stretching their limbs one by one, the expressions on their faces seemed to be suffering great pain, and the tubes inserted in their mouths were bitten and deformed.

"Transformation complete! Eighty-two live bodies detected!"

The convulsions of the transformed did not last long, and they soon closed their eyes again, except for their limbs still shaking.

"The first stage is complete! Fifteen minutes later, the next stage will be carried out!"

The recipient was uncomfortable, and neither was the caster, and every blood clan that had condensed the blood-colored spiral and smashed it into the body of another person fell to the ground as if it had been evaporated from all its strength.

They didn't have the strength to stand up, but it didn't matter, the situation had been taken into account before the spell was cast.

A door opened in the airtight room, and a team of Asian blood clans scurried in from the outside, carrying the slumped casters out. At the same time, they brought in some men and women, who were apparently unconscious, and threw them on the ground haphazardly.

These will be the first meals for the newborn Blood.

Cheng Ziqiang in the command room turned off the microphone.

"It seems that the pedigree of the Asian branch really needs to be refined, and the transformation is like this. Cheng, when this incident is over, I will intercede with Lord True Ancestor on your behalf, maybe I can make your bloodline purity increase a little. ”

Command room - no, it should be said that it is the place where some high-level people enjoy themselves, a foreign blood clan said to Cheng Ziqiang.