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After being unconscious again, Dongfang Ling woke up slowly, only to feel that his body was wet and sticky, and the top of his head was very uncomfortable, as if something had grown, the weight of the whole head had increased a lot, and he wanted to move his body, but he found that his limbs were imprisoned by cold metal. Opening his heavy eyelids, his bloodshot eyes looked around, he was in a dim and damp secret room, and he was accompanied by no one but himself, only a stove that had been extinguished, and a table of tools, and a silver knife of various sizes, silver needles with hooks, and small silver scissors. Dongfang Ling shook his groggy head, and after feeling dizzy when he didn't feel dizzy, he withdrew his gaze and began to check his situation.

Dongfang Ling was fixed on a wooden cross with his hands and feet together, his whole body was **, his body seemed to have been cleaned by an unknown transparent liquid when he was unconscious, and there were droplets of liquid that were about to flow but had not yet flowed. Dongfang Ling twisted his feet, nothing else happened except for the sound of metal rubbing from the iron chains, and he was simply tied to the stake. I had no choice but to move my hands again, but I felt a strange feeling that there was a sharp and cold hard texture coming from the junction between my left hand and my shoulder. Suspiciously, he turned his head to look to the left, but what he saw was a left hand covered by dark red diamond-shaped raised scales, and three bone spikes extending from his arm that did not belong to him at all but grew on his body. A frightened roar rushed through his throat from the bottom of his heart, resounding throughout the dim secret room, shaking all the items in the room, Dongfang Ling's body trembled even more, and he shook the wooden cross to the ground. Dongfang Ling's head kept hitting the cold, wet ground, but it made a hard sound of "cough cough". Tears flowed down his face in pain, weeping, flicking in fear at the truth beyond comprehension, the left hand that he could control but which was hideous beyond human. A bleak mood permeated the room.

The miserable screams seemed to alarm some people, and the sound of "boom" continued to sound above the secret room. It didn't take long for the closed door of the secret room to be opened, and a large group of people walked in, and at the front were two old men, one of whom was the senior who had saved Dongfang Ling outside, and at this moment they all walked in front of Dongfang Ling with a smile on their faces. Dongfang Ling's tearful eyes reflected the light shining in from the door, and he looked at the old man with a white beard fiercely, and shouted loudly with a crying voice:

"Who the hell are you? Who are you! Tell me! Why do you do this?

kept swinging his arms, trying to break free from the restraints in his hands, standing up and pinching his neck to vent fiercely, but everything was in vain, the iron lock showed no signs of loosening at all, Dongfang Ling did not give up and twisted his arms wildly, even if the skin was scratched and blood flowed out, he didn't care about it, his hair was dirty and draped on his face, waving wantonly as his head kept hitting the ground, Dongfang Ling's throat was broken, and his voice began to become hoarse and mixed: "Tell me, tell me, why? What is this! Why does it grow on me? What about my own left hand, what about my left hand!" Slowly, Dongfang Ling's movements became smaller and smaller, and his strength of struggle became weaker and weaker, and finally he fell to the ground again exhausted, unconscious. The body, which had just woken up and was very weak, had undergone such a strenuous exercise, and his heart was greatly tormented, and he was able to hold on until now before he fainted, and it was all supported by the fear in his heart.

Everyone had been silently watching Dongfang Ling go crazy, knowing that he had fainted, and the entire secret room had become clean again, so everyone stepped forward to lift the cross and put it back in place. The white-bearded old man walked to Dongfang Ling, who was unconsciously pulling his head, and stretched out a glove made of unknown material to grab Dongfang Ling's scaly left hand, and gently stroked it with his other hand, and even the whole person stepped forward, sniffing the bloody breath on it with his nose on his arm with a look of enjoyment, and said affectionately: "Old man of the beasts, how is it! This is a masterpiece that I spent a day making! You see, how beautiful and perfect it is." ”

The other old man also stepped forward, approached very closely, carefully looked at the fine lines of scales on this hideous arm, and muttered, "Oh, yes! By the way, gourd monster, if my guess is correct, this is the forearm of the ancient fierce beast Holy Fire Qiqi that you paid a lot of money from me back then, you used to collect it as a treasure, and others asked you to take it out to open your eyes, and you refused to live or die, how can you spend such a big price on this kid now?"

"Ahh When I checked this kid's physique, I was surprised to find nothing!"

"You can't find anything, and you still call it a treasure? Are you stupid!"

"Oh, you listen to me. Everyone is born with some subtle differences due to the time of day, solar terms, etc., and when these differences slowly grow with age, they will evolve into a person's body symbol, and this symbol is the physique we value. For example, some people are born with the five elements and are partial to water, so they later evolve into a physique with the attribute of being close to water. And the teenager I found didn't have any characteristics, but in other words, it can be said that they are all characteristics!"

"Then what you mean is that this guy has no bias and can match any attributes?"

"Yes, yes, that's it. If it weren't for the fact that the fit between the soul and the body had not been perfected, I would have forcibly taken possession of this body. But that's fine, I can refine him into another clone of mine. Wait for me to transform him into an orc like never before, so that everything in this world will not obediently surrender to me, haha!"

"Well, your idea is good, but don't forget, any part of the beast's body contains a powerful fierce aura, just like the orcs you transformed before, if it weren't for their lack of strength, you would have died hundreds of times. If you accidentally control the soul in this kid's mind this time, you really ????"

Listening to the warning of the old man of the beasts, the old man of the gourd waved his hand indifferently, and quipped: "Don't worry, I have already considered this, after so many experiments, I have already found a way." Since his left arm was already close to being scrapped, it was a lot of rejection to assemble his body this time. But I don't want to put all of his hands on the forearm of the Holy Flame Qiqi, but I am considering replacing his right hand with the forelimbs of the Stygian Water, so that the beastly aura of the two different attributes will restrain each other, and it will not affect the original consciousness. But before that, I need to restore this kid's soul, otherwise when the two different forces collide and resist, the weak soul will be directly worn out, and he will become a machine that only knows how to kill. He still retains some consciousness now, because I have embedded the horn of the pig on the top of his head, which temporarily curbs the ferocious aura. It took me a lot of effort, so I dug it up little by little so that it didn't get into the inside of my head・・・・・・・・・"

"Stop, stop, stop, don't tell me about your disgusting experiments, I don't want to vomit everything I ate the day before yesterday. ”

I saw that the old man was reluctant to put down Dongfang Ling's arm, beckoned behind him, and immediately walked up to a groveling servant: "You, go and bring in the wooden barrel I put in the hall before, the liquid in it can't be poured out, do you know?" After receiving the order, the servant did not hesitate, fearing that his master would be angry and make himself a test subject, like the previous ones, and eventually become a monster who only knew how to roar in an iron cage.

Soon, I saw thirty or forty people carrying a wooden barrel the size of four or five people with a height of one person walking unsteadily into the secret room, which showed how heavy the barrel was. The white-bearded old man stretched out his head to look at the disgusting liquid in the barrel with a faint strange fragrance, stretched out a finger and dipped it, then put it in his mouth and sucked it a few times, and nodded with satisfaction. Turning his head to look at the few red-clothed boys standing beside him, at the suggestion, they stepped forward to unlock the iron lock that trapped Dongfang Ling, and picked up Dongfang Ling and slowly put him into the prepared wooden barrel. But when it was put into the liquid, a boy did not hold it steadily, a tremble, Dongfang Ling's arm on his shoulder fell, and his fingertips slashed across the boy's neck at once, only to see a blood mark appear, a large amount of blood spurted out and burned into a blood flame in the air, and the boy lost his breath in one breath. The others were deeply frightened, carefully avoiding the sharp human hand that looked like a beast's claw as much as possible. On the contrary, the two old men watched this situation with joy, and the words "I am very satisfied with this arm" were almost written on their faces.

The white-bearded old man looked at Dongfang Ling, who was lying in the liquid and kept frowning, smiled inexplicably, and then turned his head to look at the old man of the beasts: "By the way, old man of the beasts, are you ready to bring everything I asked you to bring?"

"Hmph! It's all here, Bi Fang's blood, soul and corpse, Philip's eyes, and the fish-tailed magpie's head????? It's all for you, and the quantity is also brought according to your requirements, you can check it. ”

"The old man of the beasts is wrong, when did I covet you cheaply, every time I come to you to change things, I lose my money, and I give you any treasures. Of course, there is no need to check, we have been friends for so many years, and you will still trick me, haha! With these things, it is difficult for this little guy's soul to recover!"

"Save a little money, these things are all collections! You can rarely get them again, you don't want to waste them!"

"Got it, got it. Whitebeard couldn't wait to see the scene of himself taking this orc to kill all directions in the near future, waved his hand impatiently, walked quickly to the barrel, and a sinister smile appeared again on his old face full of wrinkles.

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