"Oh, what's the pay?"

Seeing the other party's words, Zhang Luo's curiosity began to stir again. It looks like the doctor needs to be paid something very rare.

"I heard that there was once a human doctor who developed a medicine that could split good and evil in oneself, and that's what I needed." The doctor's voice was hoarse, but it had an unusual magnetism: "I'm going to split the 'evil' in my body." ”

“……”

Hearing the doctor's words, Zhang Luo was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed, and patted the other party's skinny shoulder: "Do you mean 'incarnate doctor'?" Jekyll and Hyde? I happen to have the medicine he made here. ”

- The last time I went to Medusa Island, the reason why I was attacked by Dr. Incarnate when I left was because Frankenstein stole a bottle of Jekyll's medicine.

Since most of the members of the Society were not human and could not use the kind of drug that could split the personality, the likes of Hassiner and Darov had no interest in it. So the bottle of medicine was naturally handed over to Zhang Luo.

And now, the bottle of 'secret medicine' that can divide the good and evil of mankind is kept in his storage space.

"Wait, you really have?" The doctor's bloodshot eyes widened in surprise, and the small patches of gray skin on his face turned slightly red from excitement.

"Of course."

Zhang Luo said and opened the storage space, took out the plastic bottle filled with small blue tablets and held it in his hand, then took a step back to avoid the doctor's outstretched hand, and said with a smile: "Now it's time for me to make conditions." ”

"On what terms?" The doctor's eyes stared at the small bottle in Zhang Luo's hand without blinking. His eyes were about to burst into flames.

"I wonder why you need this medicine? Tell your story. Zhang Luo smiled.

Hearing this, the doctor was slightly stunned. Then he asked tentatively, "It's that simple?" ”

"It's as simple as that." Zhang Luo nodded.

For a guy like him who is super curious, knowing the truth is the best reward.

"Then listen up......" the doctor folded his arms. Leaning against the bloody wall, he began to tell about his past:

There was a dark hell where countless souls suffered and countless souls perished.

The demons who live in that hell are the embodiment of utter chaos and evil, they have no friends, no loyalty, no order. In addition to devouring flesh and flesh every day, killing each other is torturing the souls of hell.

Because of this, it is the most brutal hell along with the legendary "primordial hell", no demon can invade there, and that hell will not send demons to attack the outside world. Because as soon as they come together, the demons there will immediately start killing each other.

It was in this environment that Yazlar was born out of a pool of blood.

An unusually powerful and terrifying demon, he is just as passionate about killing as the other residents here. It's the embodiment of utter chaos. Until one day, in the bloody hell all year round, the last fierce battle broke out.

In that battle, Yazrael, who devoured hundreds of demons. He entered his own extreme state and spent seven days and seven nights killing all the other demons in hell. At the same time, destroy all the tortured souls. And then......

Standing on the corpse-strewn battlefield of hell, he felt an unprecedented emptiness.

At that moment. He, who had never had a mind to speak of, suddenly awakened to a consciousness close to that of a philosopher:

-- I was indeed victorious. But what's the point? Is there really any glory in killing all of one's own kind in war?

This demon, who was originally in a state of chaos, finally realized that everything he did was meaningless after calming down because there was no one to kill.

Then, he was originally very murderous, and he also began to change.

Just as humans get tired of the mundane daily routine, this murderous demon is tired of "killing". For Yazlar, who has lived in blood and horror since the day of his birth, the ordinary life of ordinary human beings has become a strange and novel experience.

Realizing this, he walked out of the gates of hell and came into human form, spent decades traveling around the world, learning all kinds of healing methods in the human world, and finally lived in seclusion in this desolate and peaceful small village, becoming a "doctor" who eats by his own craft.

……

"I see." Hearing this, Zhang Luo already understood what the other party was going to do: "You want to use that kind of drug to split out the evil part of yourself, and then destroy your 'evil', right?" ”

"Yes." The doctor nodded and said in a deep voice: "I occasionally have an urge to kill, which has recently begun to get worse and worse, and I plan to destroy the evil in my heart before I change back to my original appearance and start killing." ”

"If you do, you look like you're going to die, right?" Zhang Luo narrowed his eyes and stared at the demon in front of him.

Dr. Jekyll has developed a drug that does not turn a person into two, but only creates a "dual personality" on the same body. If the doctor intends to destroy the "evil" in his body, it means that he needs to destroy his own body.

As if seeing Zhang Luo's thoughts, the doctor laughed: "Although I am much weaker now, I still have the ability to create a clone, after taking the medicine, I will throw the evil side of the split into the clone, and then completely destroy him." ”

"Self-attack? That's kind of interesting......"

Zhang Luo said as he poured out two pills from the bottle and put them in the palm of his hand, and then secretly used the Executioner's Eye to contact Frankenstein: "Help me prepare a few photographic drones and put them in the storage space." ”

There is no doubt that if what the doctor said is true, then what he will see will be a hell demon king-level duel!

This level of combat is naturally not to be missed. As long as it is filmed, it will undoubtedly become a great material for the movie. But now......

"Can you help me get my sick before you take the drug?" I felt like I was dying. Zhang Luo pointed to his chest.

Although the power of the plague has begun to weaken, his body has begun to lose strength under the long-term pain in his body, and if he watches the battle in this state, it is a question of whether he can come back alive.

"Yes." The doctor nodded, then sighed a little depressedly: "The hospital bed was taken away by that bastard, and you can only lie on the ground." ”

"No problem, anywhere." Zhang Luo said and sat down on the blood-stained floor: "Then please, doctor." (To be continued.) )