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Zhang Ying closed his eyes, his brain racing.

How virulent was the smallpox virus? Just a tiny bit of it could take the life of an ordinary person within an hour.

He himself wouldn't be able to hold on for long. The physical enhancement gave him a temporary buffer, but it was only a buffer. The virus was still spreading, consuming the healthy cells in his body every single second.

Both of them have now been infected with the virus.

Even if we go back and kill the Plague-Dead Ghost now, the virus will still exist in their bodies. The life or death of that ghost has nothing to do with the virus in their bodies; the virus will still spread, and the disease will still develop.

Three hours.

Smallpox would kill him in three hours at most.

Shen Yugang only had one hour left.

Zhang Ying opened his eyes and looked at the grayish-white eerie hand that he had raised.

Since this monstrous hand was attached to his body, the blood flowing from it has become his own. When the monstrous domain unfolds, he can freely manipulate that blood; it can condense into blades in the air or spread into a sea of ​​blood on the ground.

Can that blood be used to give myself a blood transfusion?

This thought flashed through Zhang Ying's mind.

If one could use a cunning technique to create clean blood and replace the blood contaminated by the virus in their own body, would that be enough to expel the smallpox virus?

He immediately decided to give it a try.

Zhang Ying took a deep breath, raised his grotesque hand, and tried to unleash his grotesque domain again. This time, instead of expanding it to a ten-meter radius as before, he opened it very small, covering only about a meter around himself.

Blood flowed from the palm of the eccentric hand, only a few strands, like thin red threads, winding around his fingertips.

He stared intently at the few streaks of blood, carefully examining them.

Then his heart sank.

The blood created by the treacherous hand was entwined with wisps of Yin energy. These Yin energies were extremely faint and fine, like black impurities mixed into blood threads, flowing slowly within the blood.

Meanwhile, the smallpox virus, lurking within the yin energy, was rampaging through their blood.

The virus has contaminated the blood produced by the cunning hand.

This means that the cunning hand has been infected by a virus.

At the very least, the blood produced by the cunning hand is no longer clean.

Zhang Ying did not give up. He tried to control the cells in his blood, hoping to command them to attack and devour the smallpox virus.

If the virus can be eliminated at the microscopic level, even if only a portion is eliminated, there might still be a chance.

Unfortunately, his current control over the Ghost Realm is far from sufficient to control the movement of cells. He can manipulate the flow, coagulation, and cutting of blood, but he cannot control the invisible substances within the blood.

It's like someone who can lift a boulder but can't hold a grain of sand.

A few drops of blood slid from his fingertips, dripping onto the dirt road and seeping into the soil.

Is this really the end?

Zhang Ying leaned against the wall and closed his eyes.

Shen Yugang's heavy breathing reached my ears, rapid and shallow, as if each breath required all his strength. Interspersed among it were occasional groans, not from pain, but from a kind of discomfort that surged from the very marrow of his bones.

After a moment of silence, Shen Yugang spoke weakly.

"Brother Ying...is this smallpox virus... truly incurable?"

His voice was very soft, as if it might be blown away by the wind at any moment.

Zhang Ying opened his eyes and turned to look at Shen Yugang.

Shen Yugang leaned against the wall, curled up in a ball. His face was ashen, and his forehead, cheeks, and chin were covered with swollen pustules. Some of the pustules had already burst, and pale yellow liquid dripped down his cheeks, mixing with sweat and dripping onto his collar.

His lips were chapped and streaked with blood. His eyes were half-open, his pupils somewhat unfocused, but he was still trying to look at Zhang Ying, as if waiting for an answer.

Zhang Ying was silent for two seconds, then nodded heavily.

"Even if it did exist, we couldn't get our hands on it right now."

This is a small western town in the 19th century, with no hospital, no medicine, and no modern medical equipment.

Shen Yugang's eyelids drooped slightly, then he struggled to open them again. He swallowed hard, making a "gurgling" sound in his throat.

"In the past, to treat smallpox...didn't people usually inoculate cattle with the smallpox virus through cowpox vaccination?"

He spoke slowly, pausing several times as if he were gathering his strength.

"Do you think...this method...will it work?"

Zhang Ying gave a helpless laugh.

"Vaccination against smallpox cannot cure it, it only provides immunity. It's for prevention, not treatment. We're already infected, so vaccination won't help..."

As he said this, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

An overlooked possibility.

The vaccine may be useless to them now, but the antibodies will be!

The principle behind smallpox vaccines is that the body produces antibodies after exposure to inactivated or attenuated smallpox virus. These antibodies remain in the body, and any subsequent invasion of the smallpox virus will be eliminated by the antibodies.

They are already infected, and it's too late for a vaccine.

But what if there were readily available antibodies?

If antibodies against the smallpox virus in their bodies could be injected directly, they might actually survive.

Where can we find such antibodies?

The answer is already obvious.

Zhang Ying's mind replayed every scene from his previous battle with the Sick Death Ghost.

He recalled that when he slashed the disease-stricken ghost with his blood-stained blade, which was covered in smallpox virus, the ghost showed obvious signs of infection.

The rash spread, the pustules swelled, and the symptoms of smallpox truly appeared on it.

This indicates that the smallpox virus emitted by the dead ghosts was different from the ordinary smallpox virus. This smallpox virus could even infect ghosts.

But then, the infection symptoms on the dead ghost disappeared.

As the rash subsides and the pustules heal, the body adapts to the virus, or in other words, becomes immune to it.

The person who died of smallpox must have had antibodies against smallpox!

It itself is a monster born from that plague, and its body must contain antibodies that can fight this virus.

If one can obtain those antibodies and inject them into their body, there is a possibility of survival.

but……

Zhang Ying's brows furrowed again.

With his current abilities, he simply cannot break through the defenses of the Disease-Death Ghost.

The battle just now proved this point. From being able to cut through flesh at the beginning to being unable to even tear clothes later, the body of the Sick Death Ghost has become more and more resilient and more and more adapted to attacks.

Even if he went back now and used the same Blood Blade to cut it, he could only leave a white mark on it at most.

If it can't even break through the defenses, how can we get antibodies from it?

Zhang Ying's gaze slowly moved down, landing on the strange hand he had raised.

Blood flowed slowly in his palm, and he could feel the size, shape, and boundaries of that small, eerie area as clearly as he could feel the existence of his own fingers.

He swallowed hard.

Although his abilities were not enough to precisely control the cells in the blood of the Ghost Realm, he could control the size of the Ghost Realm.

He can reduce the size of the ghost realm from ten meters to one meter.

What about the reverse?

If he opens the Ghost Domain to its maximum, covering as large an area as possible, and then compresses and condenses the Ghost Domain to its smallest and most extreme extent, concentrating all the power of the blood on one point!

How powerful must that attack have been?

Zhang Ying had not tried it.

He wasn't even sure if he could do it.

Compressing the Ghost Domain from its maximum to its minimum means compressing all the blood covering an area of ​​tens of meters into a blade-like width. The density, the pressure, and the explosive power would far exceed the blood blade he had casually conjured before.

Maybe, just a tiny bit of a maybe.

That attack could break through the defenses of the Sickly Death Demon.

Even if he can only make a small incision, as long as he can come into contact with the blood or tissue of the diseased monster, he can try to extract antibodies from it!

Zhang Ying took a deep breath and stood up straight.

"Old Shen," he looked down at Shen Yugang standing against the wall, "can you still stand up?"

Shen Yugang struggled to lift his head and look into Zhang Ying's eyes. He seemed to read something from Zhang Ying's gaze, his lips moved, and then he nodded vigorously.

"able."

He leaned against the wall and stood up unsteadily. His legs were trembling, and he looked like he might collapse at any moment, but he gritted his teeth and managed to stand firm.