The dormitory in the center of the Dragon's Tomb was filled with death.

The monster covered in blue-black scales clutched its wounds, and there was already a pool of blood under its body.

After being severely damaged by the Philosopher's Stone, the dragon's spirit had no choice but to break out of its controlled body, and it could dissipate at any time without support, like a broken candle in the wind.

The white-haired man who had lost his dragon transformation was still unconscious, his spirit had been shrunk in a corner to resist the erosion of the dragon servant, and he would not be able to get his body back for a while after experiencing the stabbing blow of the Philosopher's Stone, and even if he survived, he would die a slow death due to the "fifth element" dissolved in his body.

"Since you've answered my question, I might as well answer your doubts before I die." The monster whose blood seemed to be bleeding clean appeared in the atmosphere of "people are dying, and their words are also good".

"Gladly." Another alien player with a "Lich Box" was disrespectful.

"The first question is very simple to explain, the cross is watching me, but not me, can you make sense of that?"

"There are two completely different spirits in your body." The dragon attendant seemed to be answering Chen Mo's question, and seemed to be talking to himself: "This is something I have never seen before." ”

"There are so many things that dragons don't know." The half-dragon with the body of a monster sneered at the pure-blood dragon clan: "I'm afraid you don't have medicine at all. ”

"Medicine?" The dragon attendant flipped through the information recorded in the soul: "The discipline of dealing with diseases and restoring the sick to health." ”

He was puzzled by Chen Mo's pride:

"Our dragon bodies are always able to repair themselves, and even if the injuries are too severe, there are spirits that can help them recover. As for disease, the body of dragons is not as fragile and uncontrollable as humans, there is no disease, although our race will also age after a long life, but it can be 'cocooned', and the body will be refreshed after recovery, how can our race need such a thing as medicine? ”

"In the process of advancing a discipline, all kinds of by-products are produced, like the branches that grow on a tree, and the tree does not know which branch produces the most beautiful flower, only the branch itself knows." Chen Mo used an analogy, and he didn't care if the dragon servant could understand it, so he stopped talking.

Some things are fine as long as he knows them.

When he woke up, the world changed suddenly, and the dragon blood that suddenly appeared in his body with the change probably had a spiritual effect at the beginning, but the spirit body he crossed was extremely tenacious, and only in a few times those alien blood would have a certain impact on him, making him change greatly from personality to temperament.

It wasn't until 2001 that the "Greenland Affair" broke out.

A disease arose in his body--- a mental illness called "split personality".

The cause is difficult to explain with science, and Chen Mo's spirit is divided into two genuine parts.

Maybe there is an explanation for the paradox of the splitting ball in the soul?

The body of the dragon can be infinitely regenerated, and the spirit of speech can arouse the vitality of the cell, but can the disease of the soul be cured?

This kind of thing is not uncommon among half-breeds, and there are even examples of artificially creating split personalities to allow personalities born in dragon's blood to better control the bloodline.

The principle of violent blood is the beginning of this kind of thing, the ancient half-breed stimulates their dragon nature, engraves the hatred of dragons into their bones, and at the same time, releases the dragon heart of the half-blood, so that the dragon's blood is activated, and temporarily increases the bloodline.

Even the secret party has done similar research, but the results are unsatisfactory most of the time, and most of the hybrids after the experiment have become Deadpool, after all, the original half-breed personality has two parts that are biased towards dragons and humans, which is stronger and weaker at a glance, and when the dragon's personality dominates, the bloodline is involuntarily refined, and the final result is only depravity. (See Chapter III Jotunheim Database)

However, there were some accidents in Chen Mo, which was enough for the psychology department of the academy to treat him as an accident of "zero" experimental subject.

His human personality should have been suppressed by the dragon personality, Chen Mo was not an extremely determined person, otherwise Fingal would not have locked himself in the house and rummaged through the pile of obscure ancient books back and forth on the day he set off.

But as a result, the human spirit overwhelmed the dragon spirit and dominated the body.

The fun doesn't end there.

Here we might as well regard human nature as white and dragon nature as black, and the chaos that was originally mixed with black and white was divided into two parts, and after the distinction, both sides that should have become solid colors according to common sense were contaminated with things that did not belong to them.

Is it because of his own will? Or is it the peculiarity of the soul of the traverser? Or is it a one-in-a-million coincidence?

Even he didn't know it, but his spirit did change, and in very figurative terms, he became two yin and yang fish.

They exchange a huge amount of information through the celestial performance, and when they process the information through words, they switch personalities, and the other party is naturally able to understand the situation comprehensively.

The spirit of the dragon servant was silent for a long time, and did not dwell on it, and then asked:

"The Black Emperor had recorded a lot of things on that bronze pillar, and you got those broken parts, and got everything about the curse from it, and even the method of evoking the curse, am I right?"

All he wanted was confirmation that he had actually guessed part of the truth.

First of all, the word "we" should be removed.

Secondly, the Secret Party had never obtained a complete bronze pillar, and Chen Mo only had more fragments than the Secret Party that he had taken back from Schneider and Fingal, which only vaguely indicated the general location of the place.

It is even extrapolated from plate changes.

Somewhere in the world there are other parts of the Bronze Pillar.

However, Chen Mo didn't bother to point it out, and nodded slightly--half pair.

"Before I answer the last question, I want to ask you a question as well."

He forced himself to sit up straight:

"Dragons."

"Will it be corrupted by dragon blood?"

“.........”

Isn't not answering also an answer?

"As a reward." The dying monster even had the mind of a fun man: "The answer to the third question is I don't know."

If it weren't for the fact that he wanted to live a little longer, he would really want to spread his hands now: "I don't know either."

"But then again." He had an interested look on his face.

"How's that improvised dragon torso doing?" Chen Mo's voice was very low, and the flesh and blood on the wound on his chest had begun to squirm to try to repair the damage, but it was only a drop in the bucket, the blood was still flowing, and he couldn't even speak loudly so as not to affect the wound.

"It's like you know everything." The spirit of the dragon servant is already detached from Georges Laurent's body, it is almost impossible for a single spirit body to exist, and the elements filled with the interface will overwhelm the structure of the spirit, and he uses unknown means to communicate directly with Chen Mo's spirit.

"That sentence just now was a lie to you." Chen Mo tugged at the corners of his mouth, the sharp pain in his heart made him gasp, and it took a few seconds to ease up: "That sub-breed is really a temporary pinch?" I can tell that his skeleton is exactly the same as the corpse guard, so that corpse guard was made from your remains? ”

"You're right, it's indeed my bones."

"Where's the living spirit inside?"

"He was also a servant of the king, my comrade-in-arms."

"In the textbooks of one of our half-breed training schools, you are a cruel and cold-blooded race, believing only in power and power, and your feelings are far away from monster-like dragons, but I really want to praise your character."

"It's just your prejudice."

"Maybe it's not just prejudice." Chen Mo shook his head slightly, without explaining too much:

"But your loyalty to that dragon is worthy of admiration, and it is not pleasant to lock your body and soul in the tomb of the lord, and to spend a long time alone in a deep sleep."

"Dragons are a race of pride, but the king is too perfect, and I am willing to dedicate my pride and everything to my king." The dragon servant just responded flatly, and the information that was directly conveyed to Chen Mo's mind also included emotions, and he didn't think that humans could understand his loyalty.

Just as Chen Mo didn't think that the dragon attendant could understand human prejudices.

"But the bloodstealers you brought with you were really beyond my expectations."

"Oh?" Chen Mo raised his head: "How many have you died?" ”

"So unconfident?"

"If it's just a second-generation dragon body, it will only be seriously injured at best, but there is not only your spirit there, but also a ready-made living spirit that is completely obedient." Chen Mo lay back, one hand on his side, and the other hand was still blocking the wound, "You know better than me what that means." ”

"I really know very well that you are a 'dragon' now, and I even wonder if you are my compatriot who used spirits to occupy human bodies tens of thousands of years ago." The dragon attendant's voice became fainter and weaker, but it was still in the clear realm, "They are very good blood stealers, but they really can't stop the devastating effect of the compound speech spirit. ”

"'My' doesn't need them to fight against a sober sub-species, just do their job."

"So your hope for life is in those people?" Spirit's voice began to blur, and after a few minutes of conversation he was literally about to dissipate.

"Can you pass the word on?" Chen Mo said narrowly.

"No, but I will understand the seriousness of the matter after I die, and he will kill them as quickly as he can, giving you true despair."

In the last words before the spirit died, resentment and curses still came out irrepressibly.

He dissipated.

Chen Mo still stared at the white ceiling indifferently, there had long been an irreconcilable mortal enmity between him and this dragon, but both sides were calm enough to continue to be hypocritical and perverted in the face of this hatred.

The two poisonous snakes spit out letters before biting each other, naturally it is impossible for them to be courting, and one party shows its fangs and the other party does not care.

It's not time to bite someone to death.

But he really hates that man's schemes, and he will never put his life in the hands of someone else like his other self.

At this time, the white-haired middle-aged man lying on the ground slowly opened his eyes.

Even after the third degree of blood, some people still felt cold sweat running down their foreheads.

There are still white spots in the black hook jade of the yin and yang fish.