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As his breathing deepened, Zhang Ying's attention became increasingly focused.

He crouched beside Shen Yugang, the ball of blood hovering above his right palm. The ball of blood wasn't large, only about the size of a fist, but he sensed that it was constantly growing larger.

Zoom in, and zoom in again.

From the size of a fist to the size of a washbasin, from the size of a washbasin to the size of a millstone, from the size of a millstone to the size of a room.

The tiny blood sphere that had been condensing in his hand gradually grew larger.

Blood vessels began to appear in his eyes. These blood vessels spread from the corners of his eyes to his pupils, like a fine red spider web covering the surface of his eyeballs. His eye sockets ached, and his eyeballs felt swollen, as if something was squeezing his optic nerve from the inside.

The little rationality that was left was rapidly slipping away at this moment.

12 points.

11 points.

10 points.

With each descent, his vision became clearer. This clarity wasn't just about seeing more clearly in the ordinary sense; it was about penetrating the surface and seeing something deeper.

At this moment, his gaze no longer lingered on the surface of the blood.

His body was getting smaller and smaller, while the blood cell was getting larger and larger. Or rather, his consciousness was extending outward from his own body and sinking into the interior of that blood cell.

His eerie eyes seemed to have turned into microscopes.

Countless cells flowing in his blood appeared before his eyes.

Red, biconcave red blood cells, round white blood cells with nuclei, and tiny, irregular platelets. They flow slowly in the blood plasma, colliding and separating, like countless grains of sand floating in a crowded river.

I saw it.

However, when hundreds of millions of cells appeared before his eyes, Zhang Ying understood why he could not control them.

He controls the blood as a whole, requiring only macroscopic regulation. As a separate entity, the blood will inevitably move according to his regulation.

But if he wants to control the cells in his blood, the situation is completely different.

Blood transforms from "an army" into "hundreds of millions of individual soldiers." Each cell is an independent entity, with its own location, its own trajectory, and its own way of moving.

He must simultaneously command these hundreds of millions of individuals, making them move according to his will.

This is completely impossible.

Even if he moved the cells one by one, putting aside whether his rationality could hold up, it would take a second just to move one cell.

One per second.

Sixty per minute.

3,600 per hour.

Eighty-six thousand four hundred a day.

More than 31 million a year.

It would take several years to move all those hundreds of millions of cells. By then, Shen Yugang would have long since turned into fertilizer in the soil.

Looking at the swimming cells in front of him, Zhang Ying felt dizzy.

There must be other methods.

for sure.

He continued to observe the cells in the blood.

Red blood cells flow, white blood cells float, and platelets drift. All cells move according to their own rhythms, seemingly chaotic, yet in fact perfectly orderly.

Just then, he noticed something different.

Something is moving between the cells.

That's not a cell; it's much smaller and its shape is not fixed. It moves through the gaps between cells, sometimes gathering and sometimes dispersing, like a wisp of wind passing through a crowd.

"Yin energy?"

Zhang Ying asked in confusion.

Those things that roam between the cells were actually Yin energy.

The faint, subtle yin energy was so faint that it would have been impossible to notice it had he not magnified his vision to the microscopic level. This yin energy drifted through his blood, clinging to the surface of cells and weaving through the spaces between them, as if it were a naturally occurring component of the blood.

But Zhang Ying was certain that his blood would never contain any yin energy.

He is human, not a monster. Humans don't possess yin energy; this is basic common sense.

Furthermore, even after Li Ziqing's treacherous hand was installed, not a single trace of yin energy was generated in his body.

The sudden influx of yin energy into his blood immediately caught Zhang Ying's attention.

He thought of a possibility.

Could it be that the blood of the Ghost Hand devoured the blood of the diseased and dead Ghost, thus causing the Yin energy to be born in its own blood?

A storm immediately raged in Zhang Ying's mind.

Smallpox virus becomes inactive quickly in the dry environment of this western town. Under normal circumstances, smallpox virus exposed to air and sunlight loses its infectivity within a few hours.

However, the smallpox virus sprayed by the disease-killing ghost can survive and remain active in this environment for a long time.

Besides the unique characteristics of the smallpox virus itself, the main reason for its existence is likely the presence of yin energy surrounding the smallpox virus.

This yin energy effectively carries the smallpox virus, allowing it to spread through the air. It acts like a protective film, enveloping the virus and shielding it from dry air and sunlight, thus enabling the virus to survive for a longer period.

If yin energy can carry the smallpox virus and move it, can it also carry cells and move them?

The idea took root in Zhang Ying's mind as soon as it appeared.

Yin energy can carry viruses, which are particles much smaller than cells.

If it can carry viruses, then theoretically it can also carry cells that are much larger than viruses.

Moreover, Yin energy is not a cell; it has no concept of "individual." Unlike blood, which is composed of hundreds of millions of independent units, it is a continuous existence. It can be divided and merged, but no matter how it is divided or merged, it is always a whole.

If yin energy can be used to transport cells, then there is no need to simultaneously command hundreds of millions of individuals.

All you need to do is control the Yin energy.

Yin energy transports cells; by manipulating yin energy, he indirectly controls the cells.

This idea quickly took root in his mind.

He immediately tried to control the yin energy in his blood.

The extremely faint and subtle yin energy that lingered between the cells began to move under his will. It drifted out from the intercellular spaces, gathered together, and formed a thin black thread.

Unsurprisingly, the Yin energy existing between his blood cells could be moved at will under his control.

Moreover, Yin energy does not belong to any individual; it can move as a whole. It doesn't need to manage the cells; it only needs to tell the Yin energy where to go, and the Yin energy will take everything it comes into contact with with it.

Zhang Ying's eyes lit up.

He immediately gathered all the yin energy in his blood.

The yin energy scattered throughout the blood cell converged from all directions at his summons. It passed through the gaps between cells, bypassed red and white blood cells, and finally gathered at the center of the blood cell, forming a black mist.