My Strange Tale Love Strategy Simulator

After thinking for a moment, Zhang Ying decided to use the most direct method.

He stared at the black substance enveloped in his own blood above his palm and took a deep breath.

Mix the blood from the Blood Lake with the blood of the diseased and dead monster, or rather—swallow the blood of the diseased and dead monster.

Zhang Ying vividly recalled the process of Li Ziqing preparing to swallow the ghost through blood.

Monsters can devour monsters of lower attributes than themselves; this is an ironclad rule among monsters.

Then, it should be no problem for my own strange hand, which originated from Li Ziqing, to swallow the blood of the diseased and dead ghost.

Although the Sick Death Ghost was a Bound Spirit-level monster, Zhang Ying only took a few drops of blood from it, not the entire monster. Even the strongest resistance of a few drops of blood couldn't match the devouring power of a complete ghost hand.

Zhang Ying no longer hesitated.

He immediately focused all his efforts on manipulating the blood sphere containing the blood of the diseased and dead monster.

Driven by his will, the dark red blood began to contract, like a clenched hand squeezing inwards. The surface of the blood sphere began to writhe, and the blood gathered from all sides towards the center, attempting to engulf the black, diseased, and monstrous blood in the middle.

But the matter was far more complicated than he had imagined.

The blood of the dead seemed to sense a threat.

The black liquid trembled violently inside the blood sphere, like a cornered beast making its last struggle.

Immediately afterwards, sharp spikes began to sprout from its surface.

The spikes were thin and long, and completely black. They suddenly pierced out from the surface of the black blood, piercing through the layer of dark red blood that covered it.

The spikes extended outwards, piercing tiny holes on the surface of the blood cells.

The black liquid, like ink dripping onto white paper, began to spread in Zhang Ying's blood.

Zhang Ying's eyes widened.

He could clearly feel the black liquid corroding his blood.

The blood's texture changed upon contact with the black liquid. What was once a smooth, flowing liquid became viscous and pitch black, as if something was rotting inside.

The blood of the dead monster began to devour his blood in reverse.

It wasn't him who was devouring the diseased and dead ghost, but rather the diseased and dead ghost that was devouring him.

Zhang Ying gritted his teeth and reacted immediately.

He manipulated the blood that had not yet been completely devoured by the disease-dead monster, causing it to explode from the inside.

With a muffled "poof," a small clump of contaminated blood exploded into fine blood mist, drifting away from the surface of the blood sphere. The blood mist lingered in the air for a moment before settling on the ground and seeping into the yellow soil.

A gap appeared on the blood cell.

Without pausing, Zhang Ying immediately drew fresh blood from the blood lake beneath his feet and continued the flow through the gap. The fresh, dark red blood surged into the blood sphere, once again enveloping the black blood in the center.

New blood replaced the blown-out parts, and the blood cell was restored to its original state.

But the blood of the diseased and deadly creature quickly launched a new counterattack. The sharp spikes emerged again from the surface of the black liquid, piercing through the protective layer and corroding the new blood.

Zhang Ying will once again blow up the contaminated blood.

He then drew fresh blood from the blood lake to replenish the supply.

The situation immediately devolved into a stalemate.

Zhang Ying desperately tried to deplete the blood of the diseased and dead monster.

Each time the contaminated part is blasted away, the blood of the Deathly Haunted Creeper diminishes. The blood mist from the explosions carries away a portion of the Deathly Haunted Creeper's power, though only a little each time, but it adds up over time.

The blood of the diseased and deadly creature resisted desperately, each counterattack attempting to erode more areas and expand its territory. But Zhang Ying reacted too quickly; before it could spread, the contaminated parts were blown up.

This is a test of patience.

Fine beads of sweat trickled down Zhang Ying's forehead and down his nose. His hands trembled slightly, not from fear, but from the physical strain of continuously manipulating the Ghost Domain.

His sanity is slowly decreasing.

But he didn't stop.

Once, twice, three times.

The blood cells were pierced again and again, and repaired again and again. The black blood fought back again and again, and was blown away in part each time.

The blood of the diseased and dead ghost was eventually consumed little by little by Zhang Ying's blood because it could not be replenished.

The volume of the black liquid kept shrinking, from the size of a walnut to the size of a soybean, and then to the size of a grain of rice.

Finally, the last wisp of blackness struggled briefly in Zhang Ying's blood before completely dissipating.

The dark red blood completely swallowed the black.

After completing the absorption, Zhang Ying immediately separated the blood, which had been fused with the blood of the diseased and dead monster, from the blood sphere.

The small clump of blood hovered above his palm, its color darker and its texture thicker than ordinary blood.

He looked at the blood and prayed silently.

It has to work!

He congealed his blood into a steel needle.

The steel needle was dark red all over, with a tip as thin as a hair and a straight, smooth shaft. Blood flowed slowly inside the needle, maintaining a delicate balance.

Zhang Ying controlled the steel needle, aiming it at the vein on the back of his left hand.

The needle tip pierces the skin.

A sharp pain shot through him, but Zhang Ying didn't even flinch. He slowly pushed the steel needle, injecting the blood inside into his own vein.

Blood flowed into his body.

Almost instantly after the injection, his body began to react.

More red rashes began to appear on his arms, the backs of his hands, and his neck!

The rashes were much more numerous than when he first contracted the infection, appearing in dense patches, bulging outwards from under the skin, as if something was trying to crawl out from inside!

Zhang Ying's heart sank!

It failed?!

He stared intently at the spreading red rash on his arm, his heart pounding in his chest. The rash was still spreading, from his arm to his shoulder, and from his shoulder to his chest, several times faster than when he first got it!

But then, the rashes disappeared very quickly.

The rash retreated from the chest to the shoulders, from the shoulders to the arms, and from the arms to the backs of the hands. The color of the rash changed from dark red to light red, from light red to pink, and finally disappeared completely without leaving a trace.

It was as if they had never existed.

Zhang Ying gasped for breath, looking down at his skin that had returned to normal.

He could feel the persistent discomfort in his body rapidly subsiding.

The chill that seeped into my bones disappeared, the weakness that made my limbs go limp and powerless disappeared, and the dizziness that made my brain feel foggy and confused also disappeared.

Instead, there is a long-lost sense of ease.

He took a deep breath, the air filling his lungs, cool and refreshing. He could feel his heartbeat returning to normal, his body temperature returning to normal, and he felt as if he had just woken up from a serious illness.

worked.

His blood now contains antibodies against the deadly smallpox virus!

A look of joy appeared on Zhang Ying's face.

But before he could even feel happy, his peripheral vision caught sight of Shen Yugang leaning against the wall, and his smile froze.

Shen Yugang's situation is already very bad.

The pustules covered almost his entire face and neck, some areas already beginning to ulcerate. His breathing was rapid and shallow, each inhale seeming like the last of his strength. His eyes were tightly closed, the pustules on his eyelids so swollen they completely blocked them.

Zhang Ying looked at Shen Yugang, momentarily at a loss.

The reason why I can extract antibodies from the diseased and dead ghost is because the blood condensed by the ghost's hand belongs to me.

The Ghost Hand and he are one; the blood produced by the Ghost Hand is his own blood. Blood with antibodies can be directly integrated into his body without causing rejection.

But Shen Yugang is different.

Shen Yugang is a different person.

Even if the two have the same blood type, directly injecting blood containing antibodies into Shen Yugang's body would trigger a series of uncontrollable reactions. The antibodies would attack the smallpox virus in Shen Yugang's body, but the different components of the blood itself could also cause rejection.

Moreover, Zhang Ying had no idea what blood type Shen Yugang had.

Only antibodies can be purified.

To ensure safety, the antibodies were separated from the blood and injected only into Shen Yugang's body.

In that case, there's only one way.

It achieves microscopic control over blood, regulating the flow of blood cells.

Only by manipulating every component in the blood can antibodies be separated from it.

but……

He can't do it.

Zhang Ying clenched his fists.

Previously, he couldn't even manipulate blood to attack viruses, let alone precisely isolate a specific substance from blood. His control over the demonic realm wasn't refined to that extent yet.

He looked down at his grotesque hand.

His grayish-white fingers trembled slightly, and blood was still slowly flowing in his palms.

His sanity is running low.

If he were to force such high-precision control again, his sanity level would likely plummet below the danger threshold. If it did, he might lose control of the Ghost Realm, or even faint.

But if he didn't do that, Shen Yugang would be doomed.

Shen Yugang won't be able to hold on much longer.

Zhang Ying raised his head and looked at the figure curled up in a ball at the base of the wall.

Shen Yugang's body was twitching slightly, his fingers curling up in spasms. His lips were moving, as if he were trying to say something, but no sound came out.

Zhang Ying took a deep breath.

That was just now, and now is now.

Just because he couldn't do it before doesn't mean he can't do it now.

He hadn't been able to break through the defenses of the Plague-Dead Ghost before, but he had now done so. He hadn't been able to absorb the Plague-Dead Ghost's blood before, but he had now done so as well.

Every time he thought he couldn't do it, he did.

This time will be no exception.

Even if it increases the consumption of sanity, he will try.

Zhang Ying crouched down and placed his right hand on the ground. Under his control, the remaining blood in the blood lake regrouped, condensing into a fist-sized ball of blood in his palm.

He stared at the ball of blood, immersing his consciousness into it.