"Damn! I won't let you go! ”

The strange man stood in the void with a gloomy face, clutching his right wrist. His entire right hand was covered with criss-crossed dark purple veins, and there were three deep claw marks on the back of his hand that were emitting a demonic purple light.

This man is none other than Barmacus.

He planted a crow for Tang Xuan to find a name, and wanted to trouble Tang Xuan after the banquet. But Tang Xuan found out that he made a small report and asked the gray cat housekeeper to punish him severely.

The methods of the mysterious cats are notoriously peculiar.

In order to heal himself, Bamacuste deliberately used cherished herbs. But not only did the herb not heal him, but it was also ignited by the substance contained in the claw marks, causing him more profound secondary damage.

"It hurts, let's go back and analyze it first."

Bamacus wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, and his mind moved, and a sinuous black line lit up in front of him. The spread of pitch-black lines outlined a door in front of him, and the strange man stepped in and disappeared in place.

Barmacus appeared in a magnificent palace.

"See the Secret Master!"

With the sound of the mountain roaring and the tsunami, he knelt down under the throne.

These people were summoned by Bamacus before attending the banquet, and he felt that the time it took to attend the banquet was only a real second, and it was completely too late to wait until the banquet was over to start the meeting.

Barmacus snorted angrily.

The constant pain in his hands made him feel no desire to talk to these people.

The people who fell on their knees under the throne were terrified, and they pressed their upper bodies even lower, and their foreheads almost touched the floor.

Barmacus called out in his heart: "Grace, come." ”

A white figure appeared next to the throne.

"Secret Master, what's wrong with your hand?"

It was a handsome young man, and he asked in a concerned voice after glancing at Bamacus' hand.

Bamacus said unhappily: "When I meet a guy who doesn't know whether he is alive or dead, sooner or later I will have to break him into thousands of pieces." ”

This young man only looks young, but his actual age is about the same as that of Bamachus, he is the healer of the organization, he has mastered all the medical spells currently known, and he is also a rare talent in the great void, and his status in the organization is only a little lower than that of the secret master.

"Help me see what the cats are doing to me." Bamacus endured the pain and said, "I applied a medicine myself, but it didn't work. ”

"What did the mysterious cats do to you?"

The young man raised his hand and shot a pale green light at Bamacus's right hand, and the fresh fragrance of flowers and herbs diffused in the air, and the painful expression in Bamachus' eyes suddenly weakened a lot.

Barmacus looked down and saw that his hand was wrapped in a hazy green halo, and with the ripple of green light, wisps of coolness flowed through the wound, which was very effective in containing the pain.

He clenched his right hand and asked, "What kind of art is this?" ”

The young man shook his head slightly: "This is not a technique, this is the spring of life of the elf race." ”

Hearing the words "Fountain of Life", Bamachos understood.

Fountain of Life is an extremely precious medicine? Led into the void by elves? Has undergone an astonishing metamorphosis that heals most of the pain? What can't be cured can also relieve pain? Stop the injury from getting worse.

Barmacus looked down at his hands.

The wound hasn't healed, it's just less painful? So the fountain of life cannot directly heal him.

"Let me see what the essence of this technique is."

There are many ways to leave a wound on a person that cannot be healed, maybe it is leaving a strong adhesion of xenogeneous energy? It could also be that something was released that prevented healing.

He had to figure out what the purple light was on the wound first. Then you can prescribe the right medicine.

The boy gently shook Bamacus' hand.

Barmacus gasped in pain.

The boy soothed: "Don't be nervous, relax." ”

He stared curiously at Barmacus' wounds.

The mysterious cat clan has always been wild, and healing the wounds created by the mysterious cat clan is also a challenge to him to some extent.

He raised his hand to lay a silent barrier.

"Pupil of Truth!"

In a flash? His eyes turned silvery white? The body exudes a coolness that penetrates deep into the bone marrow.

Barmacus asked, "What is it?" ”

The young man's face suddenly changed: "Not good! ”

He let go of Bamachus' hand and peeled the fountain of life from Bamachus' hand, but his movements were still a little slower, and he didn't have time to burn the fountain of life that had been stripped away.

Barmacus wailed in pain: "Ah!! ”

Waves of terror surged in all directions, and the silent barrier was shattered. The people under the throne looked at the hideous Barmacus inside the throne in confusion? Didn't understand what's going on.

The boy hurriedly strengthened the silent barrier and injected an anesthetic into Bamajus.

Half a minute later, the Fountain of Life was burned out? Barmacus leaned back in his chair exhausted, the eerie purple veins already spreading to his elbows.

He asked in horror, "What's going on?" ”

"Your wounds and veins are covered with a purple bug." The boy said slowly? "This insect usually stays asleep and wakes up when it encounters an energetic substance? And then devour these substances to multiply? Wait until the devouring is complete and continue to sleep. ”

Bamacus gritted his teeth and said, "Gu? ”

The boy sighed and said, "The medicine is ineffective? You can only take it out with a knife, you can bear with it. ”

Barmacus nodded slowly.

The boy stretched out his index and middle fingers, and a sharp blade appeared out of thin air between the two fingers, and the light on the blade was like a drop of water.

Barmacus' hand floated in midair.

The boy's expression became serious.

"Here we go."

The sharp blade traveled across Barmacus' arm, slicing through Barmachous' skin and veins as smoothly as a hot knife cutting through butter. The boy was the best healer, and soon peeled off Barmacus' arm completely.

The bones, blood vessels, fat, and muscle fibers are all clearly exposed to the air, and the knife edge is not disturbed in the slightest, cutting everything that should be cut, avoiding all the human tissues that do not need to be cut, and the closely connected human tissues look like a carefully carved handicraft.

Wisps of purple material flew out of the cut and gathered in the air into a small spinning ball.

Bamacus looked at the ball with a blank expression.

After a while, the boy put away his knife, and all the purple substance was withdrawn, and he nodded to Bamachus, "Alright." ”

Barmacus thought about it, and the severed arm healed quickly, leaving no scars in the blink of an eye. He clenched his fists, not feeling any pain, and there was a look of satisfaction in his eyes.

The boy raised his hand and sucked the purple substance floating in the air into a reagent bottle: "These are for me to study and study, and they may become our new weapons." Speaking of which, how the hell did you offend the mysterious cat? ”