"Show me your cargo."

She lifted her clothes.

He smiled with satisfaction, put down the door lock, and casually asked, "What's your name?" ”

"'Cherry Bomb', but you can call me anything."

Mr. X drove the car under the bridge and chose a secluded, unnoticed corner.

He tossed the bill at the foot of "Cherry Bomb" and stabbed the syringe into the back of her neck as she bent down to pick it up, injecting Fallin into the ball. After a while, "Cherry Bomb" collapsed like a rag doll.

Mr. X laughed, threw the syringe out of the car and into one of the many other syringes, then straightened her up, leaned back in her seat, and started the car out of the bridge.

In the laboratory of Yang Xuying's underground clinic, an old man's bell rang in the corner, telling the people in the room that it was already meal time. Yang Xuying looked up from the microscope and looked at the time, a little surprised by her concentration. But he didn't want to stop what he was doing, so he returned to the microscope, hoping to make sure that what he was seeing was not an illusion. Because sometimes, being in a desperate situation can interfere with one's objective judgment.

He was not mistaken, these Yang Spirit cells were really alive. The progress of human science and technology has also brought about the technological development of the demon world, and their research on metaphysics has lasted for decades.

This made Yang Xuying's breathing a lot heavier.

His race is about to be liberated.

He was about to be liberated.

Finally, the possibility of storing yang spirits is within reach.

As an internist, Yang was always helpless in the face of a large amount of blood loss during medical surgery and the difficulties of pregnant women in childbirth. Although temporary blood transfusions between vixens are feasible, due to the scattered and scarce population, it is always difficult to find blood donors in time at critical moments.

For centuries, he has been working to build a Yang Ling Bank. But he faced a huge problem - because the vixen's yang spirit was extremely unstable, making the yang spirit storage in vitro basically impossible. And the air is to blame. This invisible layer that covers the earth's surface like a curtain and sustains all life requires only a few oxygen molecules to contaminate a blood sample. As long as 1 or 2 oxygen molecules are added, the plasma will automatically decompose, and the red blood cells and white blood cells will separate, and neither of them can survive.

At first, he didn't realize what the problem was. Yang spirits originally contain oxygen, so they will continue to remain bright red after leaving the lungs. An in-depth study of the irrational led to more interesting discoveries about the vixen's lung function, but these discoveries ultimately failed to help him achieve his goals.

He had tried extracting the Yang Spirit directly and pouring it into a vacuum vessel. This most straightforward solution did not work, and only slowed down the breakdown of plasma. Moreover, experiments have also shown that in addition to air, there is another factor that only exists inside the body, and once the yang spirit leaves the body, it will disappear completely. Subsequently, he placed the Yang Ling sample in a variety of experimental settings for testing, warm, frozen, and even in saline and human plasma.

Constant failures made him even more persevering, and he devoted himself to permutating and combining experimental procedures, changing countless methods for experiments. Try, fail, stay away from the project for a while, come back again, and so on.

Decades have passed, and more decades have passed.

Next, the tragedy in his personal life gave him a deeper reason to solve Yang Ling's problem: his Wu Xiangnu died of a difficult birth, and the poor baby also died with his mother after two years of perseverance. At this point, his attitude towards research has become paranoid and almost like a demon.

His own need to eat is also one of the driving forces.

The strong bloodline made Yang Xuying only need to suck Yang Spirit once every 6 months. But ever since the death of his Wu Xiangnu, the beautiful Xu Ziyi, he has been delaying eating as long as he can, until hunger knocks him down on the hospital bed and he has to ask for help. The cruel truth made Yang Xuying know that she still needed to suck the yang spirit of other female fox spirits. Despite being forced to do so, he still felt resentful. For this reason, he tried to convince himself that this was completely different from the feeling he had when he was with Xu Ziyi. He would never allow himself to betray his thoughts of Wu Xiangnu, nor would he allow himself to feel happy by sucking other people's yang spirits.

He had rescued countless clansmen, and it was not difficult to find a female vixen who was willing to sacrifice the yang spirit. In the end, he chooses a friend who has no spouse, hoping that this will keep the sadness and shame of his lost lover.

It turned out to be a nightmare as unexpected. Because the hunger pangs had been suppressed for too long, the predatory nature in his body completely exploded the moment he smelled the yang spirit. He attacked his friend and sucked her yang spirit so hard that he had to suture her ribs afterwards because he almost bit off his friend's ribs.

This crazy act also made him face his heart. Until then, he had been playing the role of a gentleman, a scholar, and a healer, a righteous gentleman who had not been affected by primitive desires. But that was only on the premise that he could obtain the Yang Spirit normally.

The terrible truth behind it was that he was immersed in the sweetness of the Yang Spirit. As the smooth warmth slid into his esophagus, the hidden power in his body roared.

At that time, he even felt happy and wanted more. Afterwards, he retched for a long time because of his shame, and vowed never to suck anyone's yang spirit again.

He had kept his oath, his body becoming weaker and weaker, his mind so chaotic that it was difficult to concentrate his thoughts, as if he were walking through the banks of a misty river. The constant hunger pangs kept his stomach aching, and his body was craving for nutrients that ordinary food couldn't provide. He had a haggard complexion, a layer of gray death floating on his face, relying on overdrawn vitality to maintain his mobility, and his weight had dropped significantly. The clothes I wore before now look like cloth bags hanging from my body.

There is only one way out of today's physical state. The solution is obvious – if you're hungry, you have to eat. This time, the fox spirit yang spirit in the vacuum state mixed with a large number of ordinary yang spirits, and finally allowed him to create a new cell that survived.

Under the microscope, the fox spirit yang spirit cells, which are slightly larger than ordinary yang spirit cells, are irregular in shape, slowly devouring the cells of ordinary people, and the number of ordinary yang spirit cells in the sample is gradually decreasing. He wanted to bet that when the blood cells of ordinary people finally disappeared, whether the yang spirit component of the fox spirit would also die out.

Next, he needs to do a clinical trial - take a pint of Yang Ling from a female vixen, mix it with an appropriate dose of ordinary Yang Ling, and finally infuse it into his own body.