Mysterious recovery: I have a corpse vein

Chapter 194 Adding Strength!
this moment.

Luo Yan was also thinking about this.

His eyes flickered, and he suddenly saw that the corpse lying on the operating table was very peaceful.

Especially the thigh with the ghost on it.

Under the monocle, the inner thighs were completely filled with scarlet.

But on the outer layer, it is still covered with a layer of orange.

This situation seems to have been going on for a while.

Could it be that even if the ghost master died on the operating table, the ghost couldn't be revived?
It's a pity that the ghost just now shouldn't have been thrown down, otherwise it could be verified.

But suddenly, a thought flashed into my mind.

Luo Yan's deep gaze gradually fell on the one-armed man who kept kowtowing.

He smiled lightly, filled with a warm and caring feeling, and walked in front of the other party.

He squatted down, smiled and supported the other person's shoulders: "How is it? Does your arm still hurt?"

"Want to get your arm back?"

The one-armed man was stunned, and when he looked up, it was Luo Yan with a gentle smile.

For a moment, a warm feeling nourished his heart, and the one-armed man didn't react, and instinctively replied: "I think so."

But as soon as he finished speaking, the cruel scene of Luo Yan throwing a man and a ghost downstairs just now flashed through his mind.

No matter how friendly the smile in front of him was, the one-armed man also felt strong fear.

He quickly shook his head and said, "No! I don't want to!"

"I don't want this arm!"

He clutched his severed arm tightly, telling himself intuitively.

Luo Yan must have bad intentions!

"Tsk tsk tsk, really disobedient."

Luo Yan smiled and shook his head, his eyes were cold.

"You should say, 'I want to! I really want to!'"

"Then I'll get back to you."

"as you wish!"

As soon as the words fell, the blood-stained palms tightly clamped the neck of the one-armed man.

Carrying him, she walked step by step towards the operating table where the mutilated corpse lay.

Fang You stood aside and watched silently. He had long disliked these guys.

But Tang Jie frowned slightly.

Now that the bus has left, shouldn't all the energy be spent on surviving?

Why provoke right and wrong and reduce our strength for nothing?
After thinking about it, Tang Jie finally stood up and said: "The situation is urgent now. We haven't figured out how many ghosts there are in the hospital. Although he is at fault, he is still a force."

Luo Yan glanced at him, and in an instant, Tang Jie felt a chill in his heart, and regretted speaking.

"Of course he is a strength, now, I am going to add another strength to him!"

After the words fell, Luo Yan pushed the limbs on the operating table to the ground.

Only one thick thigh was left, and the incision was meticulously textured, like an unparalleled work of art.

Soon, the one-armed man was thrown onto the operating table by Luo Yan.

Luo Yan immediately said: "Don't be nervous, cooperate with me well, and you will be fine, understand?"

The one-armed man had a tense face, fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and wanted to resist, but he was really powerless.

Right now, he is just a piece of meat on the chopping board, Luo Yan can cut it however he wants!
"I know."

After all, he didn't want to die, otherwise he would never be so obedient if he risked his life.

Luo Yan nodded in satisfaction, and then asked: "How do you feel now, can you use the power of Li Gui?"

The one-armed man took a deep breath and felt it carefully.

After a pause for a few seconds, he said, "I can't move anymore, it seems to be suppressed, and it seems to be silent."

Luo Yan's eyes flickered slightly, he didn't do all this at random.

If the operating table could really suppress spirits, then he just had to find a way to subdue the beggar ghost and throw it on the operating table.

Maybe, this supernatural incident will be resolved.

The only thing to worry about is whether the operating table can really suppress the opponent.

If it can be restarted, it is really helpless!
Luo Yan nodded, then picked up the severed arm of the one-armed man from the ground.

Similarly, he also wanted to test his previous idea. Anyway, now that the bus had left, as long as the ghosts hadn't attacked, the time should be used.

"Now, I'll attach your arm."

After Luo Yan said something, he clenched his arms tightly and aimed the wound at the flesh and blood of the severed arm on his shoulder.

As soon as they made contact, the two groups of flesh and blood fused together strangely.

The whole process was very fast, and there was not even a trace of blood.

Smooth as if it had never been broken.

it is as expected!
As early as when the amputee ghost cut off the target's limbs, Luo Yan discovered that there would always be an invisible distance between the severed limbs, as if they were afraid of sticking.

However, this may also be due to the operating table.

Luo Yan was a little bit regretful, he should have tested it just now, to see if the severed arm could self-join without lying on the operating table.

This is a very important detail for his scalpel's ability.

If it could be joined at will, the ability of the scalpel to cut off the body would not be so terrifying.

However, Luo Yan didn't continue to struggle. Looking at the joyful one-armed man, he said instead: "Next, I'll give you more strength."

"Ah? How to add it?"

The one-armed man froze for a moment, and saw a small white bone suddenly drilled out of Luo Yan's index finger.

Immediately afterwards, the pallor faded away, revealing a rusty scalpel.

At this moment, the one-armed man immediately felt uneasy.

"Brother, what do you want to do?"

The one-armed man was crying, always feeling that nothing good would happen next.

Luo Yan smiled softly, and said softly, "Don't worry, you will be fine."

No matter how you listen to this comfort, how perfunctory.

And the next moment, the scalpel suddenly lifted up, and cut down on one of the one-armed man's thighs.

The moment the knife fell, a subtle feeling emerged in Luo Yan's heart.

There seemed to be a special connection between him and the operating table in front of him.

"Whoa~!"

The muscles were separated from the bones, and the entire thigh was separated from the body in an instant, rolling gently, and separated from the incision.

"Ah~!"

The one-armed man cried out in pain, feeling very uncomfortable.

Although the arm was connected, but a leg was cut off shortly afterwards, what kind of thing is this! ?

He wanted to curse, but the moment he blurted out, he swallowed it back abruptly.

When he was feeling depressed, he suddenly felt that something had been pieced together at his severed thigh.

Ok?Cut it off and connect it to me again, what does this mean?
From a perspective he didn't know, a touch of orange was lingering on his upper body, extremely silent.

But at this moment, a scarlet thigh was connected with his body.

In an instant, the orange wrapped around the outermost edge spread out, like a heroic soldier, killing the scarlet.

The imposing manner was like a rainbow, and the orange light was irresistible, killing scarlet to death.

In just a few seconds, orange became the only color.

(End of this chapter)