"Blood, killing, and death, what a wonderful day, Baghdad is really a good place, what do you think?" Zhang Cheng had a playful smile on his face, and looked at the experts and scholars who had been frightened.

In fact, he prefers to stay in a place like this, which is full of intrigue, betrayal, violence, and chaos, rather than being in a safe and peaceful environment.

The reason is simple!

A safe and peaceful environment usually means a strong force of order, and the power of order will make people subconsciously hide their bad side, desperately endure all kinds of desires and negative emotions in their hearts, to ensure that they will not be regarded as an alien by the whole society, and thus be excluded and suppressed.

But in chaotic places, order is often weak and cannot restrain everyone's behavior, so whether it is to survive or to vent stress, people will show their truest side, whether it is good or evil.

Unfortunately, this crazy way of thinking doesn't work for most people.

At least these experts and professors from the National Museum of Iraq and universities felt that the young man in front of him was simply out of his mind, and immediately lay on the ground to avoid a deadly bullet that could come in from the window, or an RPG bazooka.

Despite the fact that there are so many US patrols stationed in Baghdad, the city is not safe at all, and armed clashes and firefights are not uncommon in the flashpoint.

"Oh no! scalpel! Come and help! Old Gun has fainted!" the combatant who dragged his teammates behind the concrete wall shouted the code name of another companion.

Although his hand kept pressing on the wounded's abdominal cavity, trying to stop the bleeding first, he didn't know if he was lucky or unlucky, and when he bounced through, he obviously injured too many blood vessels, even a relatively important artery.

Of course, this luck means that you haven't been shot in the head or shot in the chest, otherwise you would have been a lifeless corpse.

The guy called the scalpel, obviously in charge of battlefield medical care and first aid, without saying a word, immediately ran over and opened the backpack he was carrying, first checked the wound at a very fast speed, confirmed that the warhead had passed through and did not remain in the body, then took out the medicine for disinfection, and then quickly stitched it up at an extremely skilled speed.

Due to the very simple conditions and tools, he didn't care about checking the damage to his internal organs one by one, so he could only do first aid to stop the bleeding, and whether he could survive or not depended on luck.

Seeing the nervous reactions of these people, Zhang Cheng suddenly stood up and came closer, pointed to the cross hanging on the chest of the "scalpel" and asked, "Are you religious?"

"Of course! All veterans like us who have participated in real wars will more or less believe something, whether it is spiritual or not, anyway, at least it can relieve the mental pressure. The man who looked a bit like Latino smiled wryly and nodded.

"Sounds like a lot of fun. If I can save this seriously injured man now, are you willing to give me your faith?" Zhang Cheng touched his chin and continued to ask with interest.

You don't need to ask to know that he must have some new inspiration and want to put it into practice.

"Rescuing?" the scalpel frowned subconsciously, obviously not quite understanding the specific meaning of the word.

"That's right, I can somehow get him back to health and ready to fight in no time. But the price must be that you believe in me as you believe in the gods. Zhang Cheng explained unhurriedly.

"Oh-shit! You don't think you're mentally ill, or believe in some cult?" the other guy interjected.

Obviously, these soldiers are not directly affiliated with the Pacific base, but a temporary combat team in Iraq, so they do not know Zhang Cheng's true identity, and only think that he may be hired by the organization to carry out some special tasks like himself.

"Shut up!" the scalpel scolded his companion, raised his head and glared at the two brown eyes, and after a full minute said solemnly, "If you can really get the old gun to stand up unscathed, I promise to believe in you like a god." ”

"Excellent, don't blink, a miracle is about to strike. ”

The words just fell!

Zhang Cheng's fingers suddenly released a golden light, staying in the air above the abdominal cavity full of plasma.

In the blink of an eye, the freshly stitched hole healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving only an ugly suture embedded in the flesh.

When everyone present saw this scene, their pupils couldn't help but shrink suddenly, and the expressions on their faces were even more like ghosts.

Boom!

With the sound of swallowing saliva, the guy who said that Zhang Cheng had a neurotic disorder before cautiously tentatively said, "You...... How did you do that?"

"Sorry, it's a secret, and you're not qualified to know yet. Zhang Chengyi glanced at the other party with a deep smile, and then said to the scalpel: "How about it, can you start to fulfill your promise?"

"Hoo ......"

The scalpel closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Moment!

A thread that is imperceptible to the naked eye connects his spiritual world with Zhang Cheng, and at the same time continuously provides a mixed energy, called the energy of faith.

Through this subtle line, Zhang Cheng can easily enter the other party's mind, transmit some information to him, and at the same time understand the content of the brain at this moment and the emotions of the brain.

With the connection of faith, the divinity in his body, which had been sleeping most of the time, seemed to be suddenly activated, and the power of faith was continuously transformed into divine power.

But none of the above is the most important, the most important thing is that this man, codenamed Scalpel, does not essentially regard him as a truly unique patron saint, but only as a spiritual sustenance, a kind of worship of the supernatural power itself.

Through this test, Zhang Cheng finally understood that the so-called faith does not require a very pious and dedicated attitude as he previously thought.

On the contrary, this is just a means used by the gods to deceive mortals, and as long as there is a spiritual connection between the two, then the emotional fluctuations that mortals produce in their daily lives will generate magical energy through their souls, which will be continuously supplied to the gods.

This is also a good explanation for the fact that in the early history of this magical earth, neither the ancient Greek gods nor the Norse gods cared about whether mortals served them religiously, but allowed them to pray to their respective gods in times of need.

In addition, it is not a good thing to absorb too much of the energy of these beliefs.

Because it comes from the complex thinking and emotions of mortals, in the process of absorbing and transforming, it is inevitable to listen or feel, and over time, sooner or later it will be affected, and even do some extremely crazy things.

Turning to myths and stories around the world, it is not difficult to find all kinds of absurd actions made by the gods......