Zhang Fan, who had no idea that he was almost dragged to work as a coolie, was doing experiments in his house at the moment. And the test subject is Melvin!

"Relax, relax, it may hurt a little next, but don't be nervous, just for a while!" Zhang Fan was not so much comforting the other party as comforting himself.

"Am I going to die?" Melvin said calmly as he lay on the bed, his limbs firmly locked in thumb-sized twine.

"Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"

"I should die!" said Melvin, "and what you get, you will give, that's what you said." If I die, can you please bury my body with my mother? You should know where my mother is buried!"

"Me!"

Zhang Fan wanted to speak, but was interrupted by Melvin.

"I never thought that a person's death could be so painful, and I never thought that a person's death could make people so happy. Thank you for not saving him!"

"You're welcome!" Zhang Fan squirmed his lips for a while before three words popped out.

"Do you think people can be resurrected?" Melvin stared at the ceiling in amazement, as if there was a paradise that people yearn for today.

"No, you can't. ”

"That's a pity!" Melvin said lamentedly, his already tired eyes hollowing out. He was already dead, the moment his mother was pushed downstairs by his stepfather, he was already dead, and Melvin, who was still alive in the world, was nothing more than an empty shell.

"If you die, I'll visit you. ”

After saying his words, as if hypnotizing himself, a cloud of red began to appear on Zhang Fan's chest. A heartbeat like a war drum suddenly exploded in the room. The red color gradually floated from the heart, then spread up along Zhang Fan's body, and finally gradually transferred to the right hand.

The blood on his right hand became heavier and heavier, and even through a layer of clothing, he could see the red light emanating continuously. At the same time, a sweet smell of blood spread through the room, and the air became inexplicably hot.

Zhang Fan carefully covered his right hand on Melvin's left chest, and the blood on his hand penetrated little by little.

As the blood entered, Melvin's heartbeat suddenly became violent as the heart lit up, and with the beating of the heart, a large amount of blood containing the power of burning blood was pumped out of the heart, and then replaced the blood of normal people. Melvin's body began to turn red, as if it had been cooked prawns. His eyes grew red, and tended to deepen, and after they were completely covered in bright red, a low, utterly inhuman roar came from Melvin's mouth.

"Smack, smack, smack"

The hemp rope as thick as a thumb broke under the action of great force.

"Are you Melvin??"

All he answered was a maniacal roar.

......

Three minutes later, Zhang Fan squatted at the door with a long sword, green smoke curling.

Burning blood, ghost hands, both are dangerous.

Ghost Hand: The body invaded by the demon god is mutated, and the twisted left hand resembles the arm of a demon, so it is called the ghost hand. Those who possess the hand of the ghost are able to communicate with the ghosts and use the power of the ghosts. And the price is to be eroded by the will of the ghosts and gods.

Burning Blood: As the name suggests, it is the burning mad blood, the ability that Berserkers gain by selling their souls to Kazan, the god of destruction, in search of power. Use madness to suppress the ghost hand to get rid of the erosion of the ghosts. However, in terms of danger, it is even better than the erosion of ghosts and gods in the hands of ghosts.

And to introduce such a dangerous thing into the body, or into the body of an ordinary person, it can be said that it is nine deaths and one life, no, to be precise, it should be ten deaths and no life. And this is also the reason why Zhang Fan chose Melvin. Isn't it right for a murderer to do some experiments to make up for his sins?

Giving full play to the residual heat of criminals, this is Zhang Fan's idea, but why, why does he feel depressed? Does he regret it? It may be a little, but if he can do it again, it is estimated that he will do the same.

But why is he so low? After thinking about it, Zhang Fan finally understood that it was not Melvin's death that made him down, but the look in Melvin's eyes when he looked at the ceiling.

There is no hope, there is no despair, nothing is left, only a void, a glance at the past, as if you can see everything, and as if you have seen nothing.

I don't understand what the meaning of my life is, but until I find it, I will try to live until I find him. 】

After finding the target, Zhang Fan sat quietly, obviously not straight, and even said that some completely curved backs gave people a straight and slender feeling.

Half a month later

It's still that humble little house, and it's still a smart outfit.

"You're so hard!" said Melinda, with some admiration.

Obviously, every sword has done its best, but every sword is silent, like a ghost in the night suddenly appearing in front of you, and a fluttering claw will take your life. Even if she doesn't know swordsmanship, Melinda knows that this is a different kind of swordsmanship from this world.

"Looks like you're in trouble, what, do you need my help?"

Zhang Fan was still wielding the long sword to himself, after experiencing Melvin's incident, he hadn't developed the power of ghosts and flesh for a long time. And the cultivation of swordsmanship and fluctuating power did not stop in the slightest. It can be said that he didn't even work so hard in the college entrance examination at the beginning.

"We're in some trouble, and Stark Industries knows about it?" Coulson asked straight to the point.

"Stark, do you mean the arms seller?" Zhang Fan stopped.

"You know each other?" Coulson asked with interest. To be honest, he was really looking forward to what would happen when a genius in the scientific world met a mage on the mysterious side.

"I know him, he doesn't know me. Zhang Fan pursed his lips, this kind of rich and handsome, if he wants to say that he is not jealous, it is impossible. However, in order to try not to appear on the side of his sling, Zhang Fan still said this sentence in mocking words, but the sourness in it can be heard even by a fool.

"Maybe you can be good friends. Coulson still wanted to see what would happen to the two men when they met.

"Probably. Zhang Fan replied casually, "Don't you mention him to want to know if I know him?" ”

"That's right, Tony Stark, the chairman of Stark Industries, is missing, and we want to see if you have any way to find him here. When it came to business, Melinda became serious.

"Looking for me?occult?" Zhang Fan asked.

"Yes, the occult, after all, our knowledge of the occult is limited to legends and myths. ”

"Then you're looking for the wrong person. Zhang Fan replied helplessly. The occultism that I talked about casually at the beginning was really remembered. Although there are really occults in this world, such as the ancient one, the ancient one, and the ancient one. For this existence that transcends time and space, and can face the rigidity of a plane, such a ridiculous thing as death can happen, Zhang Fan is very curious about the inside story.

"Isn't there something magical in the occult, like divination, astrology?" said Melinda, pulling out a slightly sweaty shirt and a crystal ball the size of a football without a trace of impurities. "Look at whether this thing is enough, Tony Stark's close-fitting shirt, and the divination crystal ball excavated from the mausoleum. ”

"I think you seem to have misunderstood something!" Zhang Fan covered his forehead with his hand and said helplessly.

(I'm sorry for yesterday's break, and then I'm sorry for today's late change.) I'm sorry guys!)