It turned out that this Ming ghost turned out to be a woman, and she was a dark-skinned woman. Like the two maids just now, the woman in front of her is an out-and-out Indian beauty no matter how you look at it.

Big eyes, deep-set eye sockets, distant face, sweet and lovely, straight nose bridge, smooth and beautiful, graceful posture, charming and moving.

She is one of the "Seven Uniques" in this mysterious organization, a witch doctor second to none, and the most outstanding medical scientist.

The new ghost, like the new generation of giants, is still very young, she was born in India, a typical Punjabi girl, a devout Sikh.

She was not only skilled in medicine, but also good at embroidery and weaving, singing and dancing, and proficient in Mughal martial arts, as well as cooking and pottery. In particular, her graceful and gorgeous dancing posture is worthy of the Punjabi who pleases the gods with dance.

On August 14, 1947, Pakistan seceded from India and became an autonomous province of the British Commonwealth. From then on, the Ming ghost was strictly speaking a Pakistani and no longer an Indian.

This doesn't matter to her, because anyone who joins this mysterious organization does not belong to any country, nor does it belong to any nation, they have only one mission, and that is to be ready to sacrifice their lives for world peace.

"What's wrong? Looks like you're in trouble? Song asked with a smile.

"It's a bit of trouble." Ming Ghost shook his head and said.

"What's going on?" Song asked puzzledly, did he think that the Ming ghost couldn't deal with the toxin of the white lady.

"I injected them with antivenom, they have been poisoned for too long, but thankfully you injected them with a polymerizer to block the toxin, and that saved their lives. Now the toxins in their bodies have been neutralized by antivenom, but the problem lies in their wounds. Ming Ghost said very quickly.

Song opened Frankimir and Leo's eyelids and looked at them, their pupils were no longer drooping, which was a clear sign that the toxin had dissipated.

Then Song looked at Leone's heavily bleeding palm, as well as Frankmir's red and purple arm, and knew that this matter was not over.

"And what are you going to do?" Song pondered for a moment and asked.

"The toxin of the white lady is terrible, although at the beginning of this century, scientists have successfully developed an antivenom for removing toxins, but this does not mean that the toxin of the white lady has lost its effectiveness since then. They have been poisoned for so long that I can only say that their right hand is useless. Now the antivenom suppresses the toxins in their bodies, but because the toxins have consumed their right arm, and the internal bleeding is also very serious, almost to the point of no addition, so if we want to save their lives, all we can do is to amputate their limbs, otherwise once the effect of the antivenom has passed, the toxins accumulated in the right arm will also continue to spread throughout the body, in other words, they will eventually die. The ghost still spoke very quickly, and if she didn't listen attentively, she probably finished before she could react to what she was saying.

"You mean, they have to be amputated?" Song asked.

"Yes, it has to be, otherwise we can't save them, their right arm is so poisoned that we can't rely on antivenom to neutralize the toxins that are building up in their arms. All we can do is amputate their limbs so that the toxins can continue to spread in the body. As he spoke, he stabbed Frankimir's arm with the tip of a needle, and thick, cloudy black blood immediately flowed out.

"What do you think, sir?" Song turned to Mr. Impermanence who was standing silently behind him and asked.

Impermanence shook the folding fan lightly, thought for a moment, and then said slowly: "I think, what the Ming ghost said is right, I'm afraid it can only be like this, who let them mess with the white lady." Fifty years ago, if you messed with the White Lady, you could only die. Now that they are able to save their lives, even if they lose an arm, I think it will be worth it. ”

"Well, so be it. Ming ghosts and their affairs, you can just look at it, you are more professional than me in this regard, please leave this matter to you. Song turned back to the Ming ghost and said.

"Don't worry, I'll heal them as soon as possible. However, looking at their current appearance, even if the toxin is completely removed, it will take at least two or three days to gradually regain consciousness. ”

"Well, then I'll leave it to you here, my husband and I still have important matters to discuss, and if there is anything, send someone to tell me at any time."

Ming Ghost didn't say anything more, just nodded silently. Mr. Song and Mr. Impermanence also turned around and left "Mo Wenzhi".

The two returned to the tea house and continued to discuss their affairs. Judging by the current situation, they must find the mysterious island hidden in the Sea of Okhotsk as soon as possible.

They clearly had a premonition that the existence of Paradise Island was, to some extent, a threat to the whole world, but no one knew what that island was.

How to find that island is a matter of urgency. Although Song had sent a large number of investigators to the Gulag, he and Mr. Impermanence could have a hunch that it was impossible for these investigators to find any information about the location of Paradise Island from the abandoned Gulag.

This is also the reason why Song brought Medusa here. In Song's opinion, they may be able to use Medusa to find out about the location of Paradise Island from the "Steel Warthog" Abakumov, and if they can't do it, they can even take the "Steel Warthog" hostage and force him to guide them to Paradise Island.

Moreover, Rogers, one of the four great generals of the "Throne", actually appeared in the Gulag, and another of the four great generals of the "Throne", that is, this Medusa, also appeared in the Gulag.

Does this mean that the "throne" and the paradise island, to a greater or lesser extent, are connected in some way, and it is difficult to say that the "throne" side will know where the paradise island is.

This is the value of Medusa in Song's view. However, when he told his mentor, Mr. Impermanence, without reservation, Mr. Impermanence's expression was a little surprising.

Mr. Impermanence does not think that Song's idea is correct. She even thinks that neither the "steel warthog" nor the "throne" of the White Guards knows where Paradise Island is.

For the mysterious island of paradise, these people are nothing more than pawns of heaven. Behind the story, there are other stories, and if you want to find out the truth of the incident, then you should also focus on Frank Mire.

Mr. Impermanence confidently assures Song that this matter will eventually fall on Frank Mire. Frankimir is the crux of the matter, and even more so the heart of the matter.

Mr. Impermanence even claimed that as long as they keep an eye on Frank Mire, even if they don't go to the people of Paradise Island, the people of Paradise Island will take the initiative to come to Frank Mimir, and then they will be able to turn against him.

At this time, what Mr. Impermanence wanted to do most was to ask Frankimir what had happened to him.

Unfortunately, Frankimir's current state is obviously not enough to answer the question that Mr. Impermanence wants to ask, which can only be told to Frankimir after he is fully conscious.

Mr. Impermanence, who had never met Frankimir before, and had never paid attention to this ordinary Tatar. It was only in the last few days that I had heard Song mention him more than once, so Mr. Impermanence also looked up some of the few materials he could find about Frankimir. Although it is only a few hearsay, from these clues, Mr. Impermanence can vaguely smell the strange atmosphere that is by no means accidental. (To be continued.) )