The operation went smoothly and was completed in just two hours.

The torture blade that was pushed out was in good spirits. Even a pair of jet-black eyes carefully looked at Frankie and asked, "What about my skills?" ”

Frannie smiled and said, "I've already delivered it to your house." ”

The attending physician walked over, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said, "Mr. Torture Blade's physical fitness is very good, and in three days, he will be able to move freely." ”

Admitted to the ward, Deng Heng and Frannie had just left on the front foot, and the people from the Seven Kills Division on the back foot came.

Deng Heng seemed to have expected the return of the Seven Killings Division and left the army in the hospital.

"Army, long time no see." Khakassia and the Army are a generation that has known each other since childhood.

The Army is still as cold and rigid as ever.

"The dean said that the torture blade is not a murderer. If you dare to do it, don't blame me for being too ruthless. ”

When Lin Yun and Quisi heard this, they hurriedly squeezed the spirit jian. Khakassia waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, we're not here to take him." Sister Qing has something to ask her. ”

Hearing this, the army asked with some hesitation, "Sister Qing is here?" ”

"It's okay, you stinky boy hasn't forgotten me." The pale-skinned woman, still wearing a white coat, walked in and said silently.

Zhang Qing is the full name of this coroner.

Glancing at Zhang Qing, the army did not speak, and silently let go of his body.

Zhang Qing knew the temperament of the army very well, patted his strong shoulder, and walked into the ward.

In the hospital room, Tortureblade was holding a book and looking at it. In front of the forehead, two titanium sheets without skin grafts glistened in the sun.

"How's your body recovering?" Zhang Qing asked very familiarly.

Torture Blade put down the book and said, "It's okay, except for the sternum, the cracks in the ribs have not been repaired, the head is a little dizzy, and the balance is not very good, there are no other problems." ”

"It's called, okay?" Lin Yun asked speechlessly.

Instinctively, the torture blade looked up and touched the horn on his forehead, and halfway through it, he remembered that the metal horn was gone.

"Compared to being in a coma, it's fine now."

After a brief conversation, Zhang Qing went straight to the point and asked, "I heard Khakass, you are more familiar with the murderer?" ”

Tortureblade shook his head and said, "It's not familiar, I've encountered it a few times before when I was hunting." ”

"What was the scene?"

"Much worse than that, it was on the battlefield of two gathering places in the Far South. About 3,000 people, all of whom died from ulcerated internal organs. The festering pus produces a large amount of gas, which then expands in the chest cavity and finally bursts open. ”

Lin Yun and the three of them listened to the bland narration of the torture blade, and just made up for it with a simple brain, and they felt their stomachs churning.

"You're talking about the Plague King of the Four Calamity?" Zhang Qing hurriedly asked.

"Well," Tortureblade nodded, "I know a lot of my knowledge from the old hunter. I heard the old hunter say that a long time ago, the four disasters that lived for the longest time were based on the human spirits, forming four terrifying disasters, known as the Four Kings of Disaster. The Four Kings of Calamity have powers comparable to those of the Six Horsemen of the Apocalypse. And the names of the four kings also come from the four names in the book of Revelation, death, desolation, pestilence, and festering. ”

"Did you tell by that sour smell that it was the Ulcer King?" Zhang Qing asked again.

"Yes. The hallmark of the Ulcer King is this sour smell after making people rot, which makes people very disgusting. ”

"Have you seen the other three kings?"

"Yes."

"Can you tell me?"

"I can't."

Zhang Qing heard Torture Blade's bland answer, and the corners of his mouth slowly showed a smile, and said, "You are really not an ordinary lowly species. ”

Lin Yun on the side stepped forward and asked, "Can you help us find out who the murderer is?" ”

"I couldn't find it, I only saw the vague figure of the man."

Khakassia stared at the Torture Blade with a pair of tiger eyes, and suddenly asked, "Do you have any other discoveries?" ”

Tortureblade glanced up at Khakkass, and then said, "They hatched the catastrophe with their human body, and the hatching catastrophe crawled into the ground, at a depth of at least five hundred meters. ”

The four of them glanced at each other, and they all saw the shock in each other's eyes.

The three of Khakassia hurried away, and the news of Tortureblade was too crucial.

Zhang Qing sat down very leisurely, stroked his silver-gray hair, and said, "You should have told us earlier." ”

"In that case, I'm dead." Tortureblade stared at her and replied in a calm tone.

A glimmer of light flashed in Zhang Qing's miserable eyes, and he said, "You didn't faint at that time. ”

Torture Blade turned his head to look out the window, the sunlight shining through the window, shining warmly on his body. This kind of warmth was something Torture Blade had never felt, after all, in these last days, it was a luxury to shine on harmless sunlight.

"I learned a lot this time, and I won't go to that place a second time."

Zhang Qing grinned, showed his white teeth and said, "It's up to you whether you want to go or not." ”

Tortureblade turned to look at the woman, whose whole body was filled with the smell of death, and said with a flat expression, "My worth tells me that your words are unrealistic. ”

The ward was suddenly quiet and frightening. On one side is a coroner who looks like a dead man, and on the other side is a murderer who kills people without blinking.

In the eerie atmosphere, even the warm sunlight became cold and distorted.

Five minutes later, Zhang Qing suddenly laughed and said, "Hahaha, it's good!" Very good! Since your value tells you so, then you tell your value. You'll be back to that place again soon. ”

"Not as a masochist, but as a hunter." ”

"Hunter, hum..." Zhang Qing smiled mysteriously and turned to leave the ward.

Four days later, he was discharged from the hospital.

When Frannie saw two silver metal blades on her forehead appear in front of her, she was surprised and asked, "Why did you come out?" Didn't you say I'm going to give you a skin graft? ”

Tortureblade sat down casually, picked up a chocolate chip and put it in his mouth, chewed it carefully, and swallowed it.

"That kind of thing doesn't need it. I've heard that skin grafting requires skin from other parts of my body. This affects my body's coordination. ”

"Then you can't go out and meet people like this, can you? People will also think you're a robot. Frankie looked like she had seen a ghost.

Tortureblade said disapprovingly, "Aren't robots very good?" Haven't you always used me like a machine? ”

"I..." Hearing these bland words, Farney felt a pang of suffocation. A pair of beautiful sea-blue eyes stared at the torture blade wide, and after a few seconds, a sense of frustration came over her, and then in the frustration she felt a rage and murderous intent.

"What you did before was so childish and funny!" Frannie said self-deprecatingly, her hand slowly reaching for the hidden button under the table.

As soon as this button is pressed, Farney believes that the torture blade will turn into a pile of charcoal in 0.3 seconds.

The torture blade didn't move, and her dark eyes looked at Flani, as if she didn't feel the killing intent in her heart.

"You're not going to kill me, are you?" The silent torture blade suddenly spoke, and his tone was flat like that of a helpless child, asking a killer.

Frannie felt a shiver all over her body, her slender fingers lightly resting on the button, and asked in a deep voice, "What do you want to do?" ”

"I don't care if you treat me like a machine or not. I just need to know that you don't threaten my life, and that's enough. The hunter's duty is to hunt, and the rest is not to be taken care of. ”

Tortureblade said, picked up another chocolate chip and put it in his mouth, and said flatly, "I need some help from you, I want to kill." ”

Hearing this, Franny withdrew her fingers, clasped her hands to her chest, and asked with interest, "Who?" ”

"Spark."

"Giggles..." Frankie laughed happily. "Torture Blade, you really are the same as me."

Tortureblade glanced at Farni and said, "I've learned a lot this time. I know you hate me. I knew it the first time you gave me steamed buns. ”

"What a youkai!" Frannie's hand clenched into her arm and said.

Torture Blade didn't care, and continued, "This time I learned something called value. I'm not going to let you find a chance to kill me. Because of the value I embody, I will always crush your dislike of me. ”

"It's not a good thing to be too smart." Frannie said in a sly voice. By this time, she had discovered that any potential scheming meant nothing to the beast. Therefore, it is better to put all emotions, all malice, and all calculations on the bright side.

Quack!

Torture Blade chewed the chocolate chips hard, and said with a slightly hideous face, "At least sometimes, it will be beneficial." ”

Torture Blade is gone, taking with him a large bag of chocolate chips, and the highly concentrated kind.

With her left hand and her right arm, Frannie stood on the balcony and watched the back of the Torture Blade departing, silent for a long time.

"Hahahaha" an arrogant, pleasant, happy laugh came out of her mouth.

Back at home, after making sure that no one had been at home, Torture Blade walked to the second floor and roasted two catties of lean meat, and then walked to the weapons room on the third floor.

After three iris scans, the air pump door opened with a flurry of exhaust sounds.

Walking into the weapons room, Tortureblade took out ten of his hunting weapons and placed them neatly on the workbench.

He sat down with his wheelchair in his hand, and Tortureblade took the shield.

The jagged shield of the Torture Blade had been cut off by two-thirds of the Moon's sword, and now only the base bracket near the arm was intact.

Easily took down the shield cover that had been cut in half, and the delicate structure inside was a mess at this time.

"The psionic grooming line broke, the central processing module burned out, the integrated circuit board broke, the chain broke, and 56 gears broke. Well, it's basically scrapped. Tortureblade expertly dismantled the shield as he muttered about the shield.

Ten minutes later, the complex shield was dismantled into an empty shell by the Blade.

Useful parts are neatly placed on the table, and scrapped parts have been thrown into the trash.

"Fortunately, there was a spare spirit before, otherwise I might trouble Deng Heng again." Opening the glass counter, Tortureblade reached out to pick out the spirit he needed from the cluttered counter.

Although the two had an agreement, Torture Blade worked hard for Deng Heng, and Deng Heng provided Torture Blade with a learning environment and maintenance of the Spiritual Sense.

It seems like a fair deal, but Tortureblade thinks he's taking advantage. Adhering to the principle of not owing each other, as long as he didn't encounter any life-threatening problems, Xing Jian didn't plan to go to Deng Heng.

In just half an hour, Tortureblade was able to completely restore the sawtooth shield that was on the verge of being scrapped. After a few strokes, and making sure that there was no problem, Tortureblade lowered his gaze to his left hand.

On the palm of the left hand, there is a red pattern that is not very noticeable. The pattern is small, only the size of a fingernail of a little finger. The pattern can barely be seen, it is a hideous grimace.

"Resentment..." Tortureblade said as he looked into his palm, his mouth repeating the word.

"Lose your emotions, become a hunter, regain your emotions, and become a hunter." The old hunter's mantra sounded again.

"Resentment, that's how it feels!" The torture blade slowly clenched his fists, and his expression was full of hideousness.

In a flash of hideousness, the expression of the torture blade returned to its former calmness.

"Not strong enough! Still not strong enough! After packing up his hunting weapons, Torture Blade casually picked up the machete and walked into the courtyard.