If you can't use your internal force for the time being, your skin will be injured and a purple ghost-faced blood snake will flow.

Xia Ren suddenly got up from the medical bed covered with a thin blue cloth, reached for the silver medical box on the wooden frame on the side of the bed with his remaining left hand, and after a little rummaging, he took out several scalpels again.

Without hesitation, he gestured to the center of the back of his left hand, and then slowly inserted it into the fixed scalpel, choosing between the two hand bones, because the fingers were tightly together, so the bones caught the blade that pierced into the skin.

He experimented and evaluated: "Hmm... I don't feel pain..."

The fingers opened slightly, and the wound was also opened, but no blood flowed out, and the small wound seemed to be bottomless, and he could vaguely see the painful faces of countless people with closed pupils in it, lying greedily next to the blade of the long knife.

It seems that he is just afraid of himself, so he does not dare to be presumptuous.

"Hmm..." Xia Ren's left hand moved again, slightly widening the wound, and from the incision, he could see that there was still blood flowing in his body, but these blood were mixed with a strange aura.

It seems that there is true qi, resentful spirits, the smell of yin ghosts, and the purified thunder between heaven and earth, and its own power and the power of heaven and earth have caused something to change in the body, and it has a strange effect.

He could feel that these blood snakes were lifeless, as if devouring things that hurt him, it was an instinct, like a heart beating, laughing with joy, and crying with sadness, which became the instinct of his body.

Xia Ren stood up and looked around, down the window were dozens of ox carts bound by iron rope rules, the moonlight faintly reflected the outline of the ship's side, and this room should be on the third floor, from the environment here... It should be a hospital.

As soon as he took his eyes off the sharp silver-handled knife, more than a dozen dark purple blood-colored ghost-faced snakes wrapped in thunder and lightning, resentment, and true qi swarmed up and devoured the metal knife.

A knife sharp enough to disembowel, but it couldn't hurt these grimace snakes at all.

Soon, the scalpel disappeared again, and the ghost-faced snakes straightened their slender bodies one by one, writhing strangely in mid-air, making a "mile mile" sound, as if to say "one more!"

But as Xia Ren lowered his head, they quickly burrowed back into the skin, and the wound that almost stabbed his hand in half was actually healed.

"Hmm... Will this be too heavy metal..."Xia Ren muttered to himself, and then felt the wound on his left hand, which was as intact as ever, not even a trace was left.

Then he picked up a second scalpel, and this time, he inserted the bone of his left hand directly into it.

There was a crisp "click" sound in my ears, and I still didn't feel pain.

He let go of his hand and let the grimace blood snakes devour the knife again, and then even the bone crack healed directly.

As an experiment, he quickly took out three knives and plunged them into his chest, waist, and thighs very quickly...

The pain was still gone, and the scalpel was once again engulfed by the ghost-faced blood snake in three places.

"It seems that it can be done at the same time, not the kind where only one thing can be effected at a time..."

"Then what if it is cut off?" Xia Ren fixed the knife again, and directly stabbed his little finger into the sharp knife, and after a little hesitation, he used his wrist to cut it directly.

The end of the little finger snapped at the sound, fell off the edge of the hospital bed, rolled twice on the ground, and then stopped.

Xia Ren squinted, staring quietly at half of his fingertips on the ground.

He didn't have the pain of a broken finger, but the strange feeling that "that finger was still growing on him even though it had fallen to the ground."

The blood of the severed finger cut surface froze in an instant, revealing a strange purple red, and soon dozens of grimaces climbed out of the cut face, and a fierce and evil feeling suddenly permeated the small room.

The fingertips disappeared, turning into dozens of strange snakes dragging red lines and long tails, shooting out and pounced on the scalpel, and the blood-red mouths that opened in mid-air were like blooming poppies, strange and terrifying.

After swallowing the scalpel, the ghost-faced blood snake condensed back into Xia Ren's left hand again, causing the broken little finger to grow back and be as intact as ever.

"What the hell is going on?" Xia Ren was a little confused, but he suddenly had a strange feeling at this time, that is, even if his head was cut off, maybe it would be fine...

A jumble of footsteps came from the aisle outside the cabin, the sound getting closer and closer, and soon stopped in front of the door.

Then, there is the crisp sound of pulling out the keys.

Yamada finally found a bronze key labeled "Doctor" from the messy key ring, and he grumbled as he inserted the key into the door hole and rotated it clockwise.

"Locked?" he froze, "How?"

"Yamada-sama... It's another key labeled "Medic 1". The samurai on one side were obviously more familiar.

"Bastard!" Yamada said angrily, "Obviously, there is a hospital on the Red Cloud Pill, who marked this key!"

"Yamada-sama, I'm so sorry!" the samurai said hurriedly, and then as an explanation, "Maybe someone forgot to tidy up..."

Then he looked a little frightened and said, "After all... There was also a hospital on board... But it's banned..."

"And a hospital?" Yamada was interested, but it was important to get down to business, and if he missed Captain Scar's business, it would be over, so he thought he would save the topic for a later time when he returned to the night party.

Upstairs, there was already a commotion and a blood-pumping scream.

Yamada took a deep breath, suppressed the heat in his heart, quickly found the right key, and gently pushed the door open.

The door was a little dark, except for the yellowish moonlight shining through the thick round window the size of a washbasin.

A young man wrapped in black linen was sitting on the edge of the bed, with his back to the window, his face immersed in darkness, and his face could not be seen.

Yamada licked his lips, it turned out that he was already awake...

It's better this way, and it's far more exciting to kill the awake prey than to kill the unconscious.

"To blame... Blame Takeda Manshin for his kindness. ”

He said to the two samurai beside him: "Take him out, this is not the place to do it, after all, it is still a hospital." ”

"As always, on the side railing of the ship, the "death rack" is beheaded!" Yamada commanded, his new knife had not seen blood yet, and this time it was just the right time to strike.

The young man made a faint voice: "It turns out that the name of the person who saved me is Takeda Manobu, thank you so much." ”

Looking at the two warriors approaching, he leaned forward like a cheetah, suddenly took a step, jumped up on tiptoe, and reached into the waist of the warrior on the left with his left hand, where hung an ordinary long knife, slender and slightly arced.

The left hand gripped the hilt of the sword, and a bright, cold circle shimmered in the air, bringing up two puffs of blood.

The samurai on the left and right sides have become headless.

The young man raised the knife in his left hand, his eyes were like ice, and with the excitement of awakening, he pounced on Yamada in front of the door again.

The latter sneered, and quickly put on the samurai starting style popularized by the largest sword club in the imperial court, the Sun and Moon Three Near the Dojo: "Arc Moon Xiaofu".

Sideways, waist down, legs slightly apart, right thumb deep on the outside of the handle.

Looking at the young man who pounced, he sneered: "I don't know how thick the sky is!"

This kind of attack method with the door wide open, no matter how fast and powerful it is, it is still full of flaws!

Yikes!

Yamada shouted, the knife on his waist had been pulled out, like a flash of the wind, he was very satisfied with this style, the speed of drawing the knife of the arc moon Xiaofu, and the angle of the knife slash were very important.

And this time, he's doing better than ever.

So, the boy's wrist had been slashed and he fell to the ground with a thud.

But instead of continuing to attack, he suddenly had a feeling that was extremely strange.

"What's going on... This guy..."Yamada finally discovered the source of his weird feelings, "you guy... Why is there no blood coming out of the broken hand?!"

The demon moon on the sea was suddenly covered by black clouds, and there was no light left in the cabin.

Countless ghost-faced red snakes, dragging their bewitching long tails, swarmed out from the broken wrist, and immediately ate the katana in Yamada's hand.

"You... You... Faced with this strange power, Yamada turned around in horror and ran, he would not be stupid enough to face this monster head-on, anyway, as long as he fled back, he would naturally have the captain to support him.

At this moment, the door behind him slammed shut.

His pupils cracked, and he grabbed the doorknob and pulled it out, but the door didn't move, and something pulled back and forth at the door.

Yikes!

In desperation, he burst out with more strength than usual, and the iron door was opened a little crack, but it closed with a heavier thud with a heavy bang.

"Who's—who's out there?" said Yamada angrily.

"Bastard! bastard!bastard!" he pulled the doorknob with all his might, his face flushed.

And then... He finally opened a gap again.

The black clouds cleared, and a faint moonlight fell into the hospital.

He finally saw through the crack in the door... It was a terrifying pupil with a wide stunt, and a white-brushed side face.

"Ahhh

At this time, fortunately, the knife that stabbed him from behind pierced his throat, and he was relieved.