"Yes, it's you, you're not dead?" The curator gasped, his whole body became a little chilly with the blood flowing out, and his vision became a little blurred, but he could still see things clearly, and saw Wang Peng pull off his headscarf, revealing his face, the curator said in surprise and surprise, he thought Wang Peng was dead.

When they were running wildly in the car, the curator and others were desperately trying to beat down the walking dead who climbed into the car, and the curator also noticed that Wang Peng and the blonde cowboy were dragged out of the car and wanted to save them, but they were also powerless.

And in that case, being dragged out of the car, the result can be imagined, so when Wang Peng and the blonde cowboy were dragged out of the car, the curator already thought in his heart that the two would not survive, and he was sad for a while.

Wang Peng is a professional archaeologist, professional knowledge is very good, and he also has a good understanding of various antiquities, he has chatted with the curator before, and the curator is the director of the antiquities museum, and Wang Peng chatted with the right taste, the first impression of Wang Peng is very good, very good, very surprised that Wang Peng understands so many things, and even, the curator is puzzled by the question, Wang Peng can answer it, so that the curator is very surprised, very admired Wang Peng's knowledge.

Therefore, when Wang Peng was dragged out of the car, the curator subconsciously reached out to grab it, wanting to save Wang Peng, but unfortunately, he caught the empty place, and watched Wang Peng being dragged out of the car, and the curator felt sorry in his heart.

As for the blonde cowboy, although the blonde cowboy is the last 'key' to Immorton's complete body, which is very important, but in that case, it is impossible to take care of it at all. But. Relationally emotionally. The blonde cowboy is just a stranger to the curator.

And now, in the eyes of the curator, Wang Peng, who has died, did not die, but even rescued him from countless walking dead, which is simply incredible, this is a complete miracle. It was both surprise and surprise how Wang Peng survived.

"Those people are puppets, but there is no danger, Curator, you have to hold on!" Wang Peng shook his head and said, seeing that the curator's state was not quite right, he was covered with blood, and the blood even dripped to the ground along the corners of his clothes.

"Sorry, sorry. I'm afraid... I can't hold on..."The curator with a face like gold paper, feeling the passage of life in his body. It was dark in front of him, his breathing became weaker, listening to Wang Peng's voice, as if it was coming from a long distance, he knew that he was afraid that his life would be short, he smiled bitterly, and said, the more he talked, the quieter his voice became.

"Hey! Curator! Wang Peng saw that the curator was silent, so he immediately stepped forward quickly, ran to the curator, shouted and reached out to touch the curator's pulse, and found that the curator still had a pulse and was not dead, but the pulse was very weak, so to speak, he had already stepped into the ghost gate with half a foot, and he would hang up at any time.

"It's been a few days, and I don't know if it's working." Wang Peng saw that the curator would die at any time, so he stretched out his finger and bit it hard, bit his finger open, broke the unconscious curator's mouth, squeezed his finger hard, and the blood dripped out of the hole on his finger and dripped into the curator's mouth.

"Is it ineffective..."Wang Peng saw the blood dripping into the curator's mouth, but the curator didn't react for a long time, and didn't think about it with a slight wrinkle, and at this moment, he saw that the curator's scarred body began to heal little by little, and the blood slowly stopped at the cut part, and it healed little by little.

Seeing that there was an effect, Wang Peng's eyes flashed with joy, he took his hand away, and the break on his finger instantly recovered as before, it already had an effect, so there was no need to continue, because even if he drank more blood to the curator, the effect would be like this, and it would not become more effective because of drinking more blood, and drinking a drop would have the same effect as drinking a catty.

The wound on the curator's body healed little by little, however, it was not completely healed, but slightly healed, and if it was strenuous exercise, it was still Cheng Dù who broke the wound, but, even so, the curator's fate was saved, and the pale and bloodless face was restored to some blood.

"Whew!" Wang Peng saw that the curator's injuries were stable, and there was no danger of hanging up, so he wiped the sweat on his forehead and exhaled a long breath, Wang Peng had a good impression of the curator, and he would not let the curator hang up like that.

And this is also fortunate that Wang Peng's blood has an effect, otherwise, it would be difficult for a good woman to cook without rice, Wang Peng has nothing on hand now, plus the medical equipment of this era, as well as the current situation of him and the curator, Wang Peng really has nothing to do, he can only watch the curator weaken a little bit, and finally hang up.

The soul influences the body, and the body influences the soul, and the two are complementary and compatible.

Because of the huge injury on Wang Peng's soul, the body affected by it has become very weak, and it is much worse than ordinary people in all aspects, but in the same way, Wang Peng's soul is also transforming his body.

You must know that Wang Peng's soul is a divine soul, the soul of a god, and the body must also reach the level of being able to fuse the soul of God, that is to say, Wang Peng's body will slowly become a divine body, a divine body.

Therefore, although Wang Peng's soul is now tattered, his injuries are severe, and he can't use any strength, and his strength has disappeared for the time being, he still has strength in his body, the most obvious is the power of the immortal body.

However, due to the injuries on the soul, the power of the immortal body has also been greatly weakened and reduced.

You must know that in the world of super heroes, Wang Peng can rely on the power of immortality to bring back people who have just died from the dead, but now, Wang Peng uses the power in his blood to heal the curator, and it takes half a day to have a good effect, and it is only a general recovery of the injury, and the effect is lost.

One is to bring people back to death, the other is to heal the injury, the injury has not fully recovered, and the gap between the two is clear at a glance.

However, in any case, it is fortunate that it has an effect, otherwise, the old life of the curator would have been lost here, although the serious injury has not healed, but at least, the life of the curator is saved now.

"Hah! Ha ha! Wang Peng saw that the curator's injury was stable, and carefully picked up the curator from the ground, afraid of breaking the wound that had just healed on the curator's body and putting it on the bed not far away.

"The body is so weak!" Wang Peng hit the ground with his buttocks, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and thought with a wry smile.

'Whew! Wang Peng rested for a while, tore off the relatively clean cloth in the room, and bandaged the curator briefly.

"Hmm... Hum! I, where am I..."After a few hours, the curator who was lying on the bed slowly woke up, his body moved, touched the wound on his body, snorted in pain, opened his eyes, and asked weakly.

"Curator, your wound is not healed yet, don't move, how are you feeling now?" Wang Peng, who was lying on the table and asleep, heard the curator's voice, immediately woke up, wiped his eyes, ran to the bed, and asked the curator.

"It's Burns, I'm fine, thanks to you this time, otherwise, I'd have gone to see Anubis with my old life." When the curator saw Wang Peng, he came back to his senses, recalled what happened before he fell into a coma, and thanked Wang Peng with a wry smile.

"By the way, what about Adebei and O'Connor, did they escape?" As he spoke, the curator suddenly remembered something and asked.

"They're fine, they've escaped, but I don't know where they are now, they may have left the city." When Wang Peng heard this, he shook his head and said, who knows where O'Connor and the others who entered the sewer will run, and the underground sewers extend in all directions, and they can run from anywhere.

"It's fine, by the way, what about the puppets." The curator was relieved to hear that O'Connor was okay, and then asked.

"They're all gone, I don't know where they've gone, at least, there's no one around, none of them." Wang Peng also said with some doubts, after he settled the curator yesterday, he went out to investigate, and found that those walking corpses were gone, as if they had left the city, or scattered, but there was no trace of them around.

"Well, you lift me up, and then help me open the window." Hearing Wang Peng's words, the curator nodded, and then said to Wang Peng, saying that he was about to sit up, but he touched the wound and frowned in pain.

"I said you should slow down!" Seeing this, Wang Peng hurriedly helped the curator up, said, opened the window, and then looked at the curator with some doubts, not knowing what he was going to do.

"Shh I saw the curator sitting on the bed, with his back against the cushion, stretched out his hand in front of his mouth, whistled, and after half a ring, he heard the sound of wings flapping from outside the window, and then saw a gray shadow, flying in from the window, and rushed straight to the curator on the bed, the speed was fast, Wang Peng did not react.

Gray Shadow rushed to the curator, the speed gradually slowed down, and after a closer look, it turned out to be a small eagle that was not very large, this eagle waved its wings and stopped on the curator's arm, if you look closely, you will find that the eagle's legs are tied to a small bucket that is not as big as a pen cap.

The curator stroked the eagle twice, picked up the pen and paper on the side, wrote a few words on it, rolled his fingers into a roll, stuffed it into the keg on the eagle's leg, and fastened the lid.

"This is Horace, the communication bird of our pharaoh's guards, our best and smartest friend, who can find each other accurately, even if they are miles away." The curator explained to Wang Peng, and as soon as he raised his hand, the eagle on the curator's arm spread its wings and flew out of the window, and soon disappeared.

Seeing the eagle fly away, Wang Peng looked back and forth and closed the window. (To be continued......)