The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

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In the dimly lit morgue, Bernard was lying on the neck of a corpse, swallowing blood. His mouth had a special sucking ability, which could extract the blood from the corpse.

Seeing this scene, Sigmund knew that this was Bernard's thirst for blood after he completed his transcendent enlightenment, and his instinct overcame reason.

And just when Bernardo was infatuated with blood, there were clear footsteps in the dark corridor. Before he could deal with the mess in front of him, there was a creak, and the door was pushed open from the outside. , a tall and thin old man appeared in front of Bernard.

"Dean...I..." He looked up at the dean who was standing at the door. When he lowered his head, he saw that his chest was covered with blood, and his mind regained the upper hand.

"Save my dean, I'm sick." Bernard looked terrified.

"This is not a disease, child." The moonlight outside the window stretched the figure of the old man extremely long, "You have just awakened, and you can't adapt to the blood of the dead. Come with me, and I will provide you with some fresh blood."

"What?" Bernard's eyes widened.

"Welcome, Bernard, from today you are a member of the Blood Secret Society." The old man opened his hands and spread a pair of wide bat wings behind him.

The picture in front of him flashed, and Sigmon saw that Bernard had changed from an ordinary person to a monster. Compared with other contract superhumans, these filthy contractors seemed to be under the protection of the Mother of Rebirth, and their behavior when concluding the contract. More reckless.

Bernard went from resistance to obedience at the beginning, and then slowly turned into joy. Through this hidden memory, combined with his previous study career, Sigmon also roughly understood the specific arrangements of the Oracle Church. .

In fact, since they entered St. Lunce Medical University, the assessment for them has already begun. Bernard does not know the specific method, and the vice president of the hospital where he works has not mentioned it.

But in Sigmon's view, it should start from the spirit and diet. Some people with outstanding talents will soon enter a state of enlightenment.

This part of the students has outstanding learning ability and will be selected quickly, and then focus on training. After several years of training, when they graduate, most of them will be able to enter the second level.

Then these people left Abetus.

The remaining part will enter the hospital controlled by the church as a test subject, and most of them will gradually wake up after signing a three-year work contract.

Among these people, those whose strength is stable at the second level will automatically leave after the three-year contract period ends, and those who are in a critical state will continue to stay in the hospital.

The rest is like Bernard, who still has not awakened and needs to continue to observe, and will be recommended to other hospitals.

On the surface, the church has controlled nearly 70% of the city's hospitals, but in fact, their people have also been placed in the remaining hospitals.

From entering the school to enlightenment and promotion, the entire process is under the observation of the Oracle Church. In order to avoid the gathering of a large number of extraordinary people, it will attract the attention of the demon hunters and the investigation bureau.

The filthy contractors with stable strength will leave Abetus and differentiate layer by layer, and every link is under control.

Bernard is only one of the many filthy contractors. He occasionally draws blood from the corpse that has just died, and more often he finds the opportunity to drink fresh blood directly.

Although medicine in this era has developed rapidly, many medical methods left over from the old era are still being used.

One of them is bloodletting, which is still recommended by many doctors.

As the name suggests, this is a method of treating diseases through bloodletting. This method will have a certain therapeutic effect on some special diseases.

But the premise is a small amount, and for special circumstances, not reckless indiscriminate use.

Sigmund remembered that in the world he was in, there were many famous people in history who died under this special blood therapy. Those poor guys were not killed by disease, but after losing a lot of blood. Die in agony.

The medicine of this world is still being explored, but this special blood therapy has not been eliminated with the development of the times, but has been accepted by more people because of the special behavior of Bernard and others.

They will extract fresh blood from some patients, pretend to tell the truth, and then apply special medicinal powder to the wound where the blood was drawn.

This allows the drug to enter the patient's body along the wound.

There is always something magical about extraordinary power. Many diseases that are not too serious can be cured without medicine in this case. Over time, more people will rush to imitate them.

Some ordinary doctors don't understand the reason at all. Their massive bloodletting will only make the patient's body weaker, and even lead to death in severe cases.

But in this kind of debate, Bernard and others drew strength from fresh blood and gradually became stronger.

The only thing he needs to pay attention to is not to be found when he drinks blood.

In fact, who would guard against a doctor with superb skills? They will only act when they are sure, and the whole process will ensure that there will be no accidents, no one will be injured, no one will die, even if these things are played out in Abetus every day, the witchers have not found any clues.

Returning to reality, the blood droplets floating in the air turned into mist and returned to Bernard's body along Bernard's skin. At this time, Bernard's spirit was still in the dream space~www.wuxiamtl.com~body Unconsciously busy.

Sigmund walked quickly behind his desk, opened the cabinet and found a medicine box he carried with him. According to the memory in the blood drop, he took out a hazel pill that Bernard often used.

Grinding the tablet into powder, Sigmon took a deep breath, took out a bit, and put it into his mouth to taste it.

The mixed breath exploded in his mouth, and soon the composition of the medicine flashed in his mind one by one.

The same and the same, until in the end, there was only one material left that Sigmund could not distinguish.

Opening the blood clan manual, Bogula was summoned again.

"Can you tell what's in this tablet?"

"I'm a pure combatant, and I haven't done much research. You want me to distinguish the ingredients of the medicine, really... eh? Wait!"

Bogula's face suddenly changed as he spoke, and then he took a deep breath.

A strange scene happened.

On the light brown powder, a faint red mist floated out, and was then pulled into Bogula's nose.

"What is this? Blood of the Thirst?" Sigmon asked nervously. He was inspired by Bernard's memory and thought of a possibility.

Perhaps the Church simply did not mix the blood of the bloodthirsty with common wine or food.

but drugs.

"No!" Bogula shook his head solemnly.

"This is something more advanced!"