"The patient's concussion is more severe and he needs a craniotomy to remove the intracranial congestion, and you are his family?"

There was a cacophony of voices, followed by a conversation between two people.

"I ...... It's his family......" one man said, hesitating.

"Yes, I will go to the first floor and pay the fee, the operation is already being arranged. ”

"Okay, I'll go ......" The man's voice trembled a little, followed by a rush of footsteps......

Yang Feng's eyes were pitch black, but he could feel the pain in his head, and the only effective senses he had left, these were left.

"Oxygen, blood pressure, heartbeat are all ready, and the craniotomy is about to begin. A calm male voice came.

Yang Feng seemed to be in a void space, he couldn't gain control of his body, he couldn't see anything, it seemed that even his brain was suppressed by something, and he couldn't get more information from the outside world at all.

He didn't even know where he was and what these people were going to do to him.

If he heard it right, he might be facing a craniotomy, could it be that he was hunting those two pheasants when he was hit in the head by the thing that suddenly rushed over?

Then he heard the sound of himself being pushed away, the sound of the door closing, and the noise around him disappeared in an instant, leaving only the sound of some unknown instruments operating and tools colliding.

What a damn ...... blamed himself for believing the words of the voice in his head, even if he had jumped at 0.01 seconds late, he might not have collided with that thing, he was just listening to the voice in his head counting down and jumping, but how could he have thought that the voice almost became the countdown of his life......

It was just a voice in his head, he actually used a mysterious voice as his code of conduct, and he was a little hard to believe that such a stupid thing could happen to him.

Also, what was that thing that hit him in the face? Since the attribute of "hunt rate" can appear, it should mean that it is a creature, what kind of creature can have such a fast speed? Or rather, the hunt rate or something is false and does not exist, but what happened to the strange wind after he just jumped?

Until now, he hadn't figured out these things, and he was sent here for a craniotomy in a daze.

"Intravenous infusion of anesthetic. A man said.

But Yang Feng didn't feel anything, except for the pain in his head, and he couldn't control any part of his body.

It stands to reason that he should not still be conscious after general anesthesia, but his current consciousness has never disappeared, and he doesn't know if this will make him feel pain.

After a while, a ray of light suddenly appeared in Yang Feng's consciousness, and this light gradually amplified in his dark consciousness, and finally substituted all his senses into it.

But the so-called light is not the light in the operating room as it should be, but a blood-soaked sunset.

He saw himself standing in a pool of black-and-red blood, surrounded by fighting and wailing, the roar of magic, the clashing of weapons, and the splattering of blood as the main tone of the world.

He saw that all kinds of mutated beasts were destroying the world in front of him, the dragon pillars that held up the sky were collapsing, and the towering palace was shattering, as if the end was coming.

At the end of the line of sight, the blood-soaked sky, the black monstrous waves were devastating, and there were many huge golden barriers erected in the air not far away, these barriers were used to block those black waves, but the momentum of the huge waves was too fierce, and the barriers were broken in front of the huge waves.

For Yang Feng, these pictures were like some memories suddenly implanted in his brain, although this was the first time he had seen such a scene, but he knew inexplicably in his heart that this was a natural disaster, a natural disaster that destroyed a civilization.

"Supreme God of Hunting, Great Emperor of Assassins, please save us!" A hoarse shout suddenly came from behind him, and Yang Feng turned around and saw several refugees with mysterious black substances and blood on their faces kneeling behind him.

"Go and hide in the Imperial City, there is no capture there!" he said, pointing to the towering palace complex not far behind him.

Around them, a group of zombie-looking monsters were wreaking havoc on everything in front of them, and their limbs had mutated into all kinds of dangerous weapons, some of which were no longer even recognizable.

But these zombies all have one thing in common, that is, they all have a mottled layer of black mud on their bodies, and these mud things seem to be the same substance as the black waves in the sky.

There was a heart-rending wail behind him, and in just a few seconds, when he turned back again, the refugee he had just helped up had no trace of life in his eyes, and like the other zombies, their pupils were white, and their teeth and hands were mutating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His hand touched the scabbard at his waist, and in an instant, the knife rose and fell, and the zombie refugee's head and body were separated.

At the same time, not far behind him, the huge palace complex collapsed, and the black wave that symbolized destruction on the horizon had not yet hit, and the zombies infected by the black wave had already captured this palace, which was the fall of a civilization, and the culprit was those black mottled mud.

This mysterious memory that came out of nowhere was slowly unfolding like a slide from Yang Feng's consciousness, in this memory, he was the god of hunting that people served, and he was also the emperor of assassins in their mouths.

"The Assassin Emperor, go, the last line of defense is about to collapse!"

Not far away, a large man in battle armor and armed with a giant sword shouted at him.

"You go first, I'll go right over!" he said, swinging his knife past a zombie who wanted to sneak up on him, and the zombie's body was immediately cut off, but the terrible thing was that the zombie still crawled towards him with its broken upper body as if it didn't feel any pain.

Facing this apocalyptic scene, Yang Feng didn't feel a lot of fear in his heart, for some reason he knew very well in his heart that from the moment he saw the scene in front of him, something had already integrated into his body, and that thing told him that all this in front of him was once the most real reality, and it was also his last memory in that era.

Not far away, near the ruined palace, there were huge zombie winged dragons flying in the sky, and there were giant-like zombie beasts on the ground attacking one after another magically cast city walls; the black and red blood under him reflected the sunset on the horizon, he lowered his head, and through the blurred reflection, he saw himself in the blood, dressed in a slender white background gold robe, holding a blue-gray gilt decorative hunting knife, and endless killing intent rising in his blood pupils......

These were the eyes he had seen yesterday in the reflection in the cup......

He began to selectively skim over the unsightly images, until he saw himself lying in a pool of blood, a huge hole in the blood in his chest, and beside him, a mountain of the corpses of those zombie monsters.

But in the end, he survived the catastrophe, and he was thrown into a portal half-unconscious, and at the end of that portal, far away in outer space.

At the end of this memory, he and the survivors of this catastrophe watched from outer space as the two planets that lived together, their civilization, were now swallowed up by the black waves.

In the end, the flames of the explosion engulfed the two planets, burning their civilization along with those deadly black substances, and the violent explosion opened the origin of the new civilization in the universe like a key, and he became the target of the survivors' remnants, because he had the blood of God flowing in his body, and his blood and power could continue the lives of those remnants.

He knew that his body had already been broken, and the black virus had invaded his body, and he might become such a terrible zombie one day in the future......

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With a slight cracking sound, his memories were forcibly interrupted, and all that was left of his body was his ability to hear and think, and he couldn't even feel if he was breathing.

"Fortunately, I found it in time, if I had sewed it up immediately, this child might have two independent personalities in the future, fortunately......"

"Yes, isn't there such an example before, after the craniotomy, there is always another voice in the head, which is strange to say, one mind is controlled, the other is not controlled, haha, I can usually talk by myself for a while. ”

"Yes, if this kind of thing is in our hands, it will be really bad, now fortunately, the patient's operation was successful, the operation was successfully completed, let's go back and rest......"

Immediately, the sound of the door opening, the sound of conversation, the sound of inquiry, and the noise rushed into his head again.

And in his mind, it seemed that he had put down a stone, his spirit relaxed a little, and the pain in his head disappeared.

After this operation, it seems that a memory has been implanted in his head, which is cruel and bloody, like a history book that records the demise of a civilization, in which he is the god of hunting and the remnants of the old civilization.

Perhaps this is what people call fate, from the first time he heard the voice in his head, he has already stepped into this inevitable fate, the existence of the hunting god has allowed him to break away from the ranks of "ordinary people", and thus brought him into a new realm......

At the end of this memory, he fixed the final scene on the remnants of the source who had escaped the explosion through the portal with him, who were also infected with the deadly virus, and who even tried to kill him and absorb his power to keep themselves alive as they fled.

There are not many things in the universe that can provide them with enough energy to continue their lives, and human civilization is one of the rare goals for those remnants.

"When I wake up from this long dream, I will return...... "The sound of the primeval roar echoed in his heart, and then his consciousness faded and the world fell silent forever......