The dragon spirit kept sucking blood, transfusing blood, and changing people, and a large amount of blood was transfused to Mu Lao, and Mu Lao was then transmitted to Jia Lao.

This process is laborious, sucking blood in from outside the body and then punching it out through a long tentacle pipe, and the heart has to contract rapidly, doing similar work as a 100-meter sprint.

With such a degree of strenuous exercise, for ordinary people, at most a minute or two, they will have a heart attack, but the dragon spirit relied on his strong body and persevered for more than ten minutes before he felt a little unbearable.

"Huhuhu! Should...... Almost, right? He gasped, and after a while longer, he was about to lose his breath.

Looking down at Old Jia, his face was full of red light that had been filled with a large amount of blood into his body, like a drunk man sleeping peacefully, and he didn't look like a dead person at all.

But Mu Lao still didn't stop, and Long Jing couldn't help but be suspicious.

After a rough estimate, the blood transfused can definitely make up for the amount of blood required by Jia Lao, and it has even exceeded. Even if Mu Lao privately withheld some for his own use, it would be completely enough.

But why does the blood transfusion process not stop?

"Isn't the more blood transfusions the better? If you lose again, don't swell people to death. ”

He frowned, and couldn't help but ask, "Mu Lao, is this blood enough?" ”

"Enough, enough, enough, enough, enough, enough. It's just ......," Mu Lao said hesitantly.

"Just what? Say it. The dragon spirit shouted impatiently.

Mu Lao wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said in a tangled tone: "It's just...... How come the old pangolin hasn't come back to life yet. ”

After he said this sentence in a hurry, Long Jing's face suddenly changed when he heard it, not this is him, and the people around him also changed color.

Everyone thought that this was almost the same, even if Elder A didn't wake up on the spot, at least he was rescued, who thought that there was no rescue at all, Bai was happy.

The dragon spirit's heart was cold, Nima tossed for a long time, but still didn't save anyone? The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, and he was a little annoyed when he was depressed.

"Why is this happening?" He lost his calm smile and asked in a deep voice.

Mu Lao's expression was extremely embarrassed, he was too big than he pretended just now, making everyone think that saving people was nine out of ten, but he accidentally missed, which was tantamount to deceiving everyone's feelings.

He looked at the angry crowd around him with some fear, and stammered to explain that he didn't know why he had an accident.

The dragon spirit was silent for a while, put the blood transfusion speed to the slowest speed, and asked, "Have you ever done this kind of thing before?" ”

Mu Lao said that he did it once, and that was more than 30 years ago, at the ceremony of Master Jia's father passing on witchcraft to Jia Lao.

Because his witchcraft can stop bleeding and heal wounds and preserve limbs and organs, he was invited by Master Jia's apprentices to work with Tu Lao's father to help them complete the inheritance of witchcraft.

At that time, they cooperated with the pair of masters and apprentices, divided the body of the old man's master, and then pressed the old guy's body parts to the newcomer Jia Lao.

The operation was much more difficult and large-scale than this one, and the two of them had to spend 7749 days of surgery before all the body parts of the pangolin master and apprentice were placed on the old man alone.

And Jia Lao's spare heart turned out to be his own, and he had been using his master's since then, and the extra heart was stored in Mu Lao's body, which Mu Lao helped preserve.

"......" The dragon spirit listened stupidly again.

It's appalling!

The inheritance of the old man is so cruel that the apprentice receives the inheritance of the teacher, and he actually has to put the teacher's parts on himself!

In this way, their witchcraft has always been passed on, and if the old man dies, then the witchcraft of transforming people into pangolins will be completely lost.

"That's not right." The dragon spirit suddenly came to his senses, stared at Mu Lao and said suspiciously: "They need your witchcraft to carry out the inheritance, could it be that all the previous inheritances are in cooperation with you tree man wizards?" ”

Mu Lao replied that the inheritance of the pangolin lineage has always relied on its own surgery, and the mortality rate is very high, but generally those who die are apprentices.

After Mr. Jia's teacher came to the abandoned village and met him, he found that his ability could help him, so he asked him to help him with the transformation operation when he was dying.

That operation, Mu Lao relied on his superb witchcraft, smoothly completed, it is said that Jia Lao is their pangolin lineage, the most successful transformation of the past dynasties.

"Supposedly, there shouldn't be an accident this time!" Mu Lao said with a puzzled expression.

"What do you think caused the accident?" The dragon spirit asked annoyedly.

Mu Lao pointed at Jia Lao and said, "He, no, exhale, inhale." ”

The dragon spirit saw that it was indeed the case, just now he saw that his heart was beating, and he didn't notice the problem of breathing.

"Breathe, breathe." The dragon spirit muttered in his mouth, and suddenly slapped his palms and shouted, "I'll try it." ”

Anyway, enough blood was transfused, so he pulled out his tentacles, knelt beside Jia Lao, and pressed his chest with both hands, pressing hard. Cardiopulmonary resuscitation was done, but there was no mouth-to-mouth artificial respiration.

After pressing for a long time, there was still no effect, and Long Jing knew that CPR must be done together with artificial respiration to be effective. But he really couldn't talk to an old man who looked like a pangolin.

"Let's find someone else to do it."

After hesitating for a while, he looked back at the onlookers and said, "I need someone, mouth to mouth, blowing into Jia Lao's chest." ”

"Who's coming?" He asked aloud.

No one answered.

"Blow on him, and there will be a big reward."

Still not willing. The people present are all warriors, and it gives goosebumps just thinking about a man who is mouth-to-mouth. If you do this now for a little reward, you will definitely be ridiculed for the rest of your life.

"Don't give me face." The dragon spirit looked at the people who were dodging, very embarrassed, hesitated for a while, turned his heart sideways, and decided to come by himself.

"I'm coming!" At this moment, a dull voice rang out.

When the dragon spirit saw it, it turned out to be an old man who looked like an abomination.

I saw Tu Lao spit on his hand, and shouted with disdain: "It was the old wood and my father who cooperated to complete the inheritance witchcraft of the old pangolin before, so this time, it must be the reason why I am missing, so it didn't succeed." ”

"I was treating the wounded down there just now, and I came up late, so I didn't help him cut his cavity, so let's help him blow air."

"Isn't it just mouth-to-mouth blowing, what's taboo?"

He walked over with a big grin, put his big mouth on the sharp mouth of the elder and began to blow violently.

Long Jing hurriedly stopped him, and after explaining the main points to him, the two cooperated with each other, pressing and blowing, and rescued them rhythmically.

After a long time, the tired hands and mouth of the two were sore, and finally gave up, and when they were down to the side to rest, they suddenly heard someone shout: "He's breathing!" ”

Hearing this, the dragon spirit hurriedly turned his head to look.

I saw that Jia Lao's chest began to rise and fall slightly, and a faint breathing sound came out of his nose, and the breathing became heavier and heavier, and he really resumed his breathing!