Chapter 173: Outsider, leave.

There were two copies, and Zhao Huan directly signed his name on them, then stuffed the parchment scroll into his pocket. What a good thing, it would play a vital role in studying the Sumerian civilization.

The reason why Zhao Huan studied ancient Chinese was that in his long-term contact with ancient gods, he discovered that they existed in various ancient civilizations on the earth and even played a catalytic role.

He wants to find out what the ancient gods are?

The hunchbacked old man put away the parchment scroll and carefully placed it in his breast pocket, as if he was collecting something precious.

"Hehehe, please lie down on the medical bed."

Zhao Huan did as he was told and lay down on the medical bed.

Because he was lying flat, Zhao Huan saw a strange spider-shaped chandelier under the dome of the room.

The long mouthparts were like blood transfusion tubes, stained red with blood.

"Is this Yanan's blood therapy?"

"Hehehe, you'll know soon. Close your eyes. No matter what happens, you'll think it's just a nightmare."

The hunchbacked old man laughed crazily and then pressed the button next to the medical bed.

“Kakakaka!”

With a mechanical swing, the chandelier under the dome seemed to turn into a living spider, extending its long mouthparts and stabbing towards Zhao Huan's arm.

Zhao Huan dodged subconsciously. Humanoid creatures that looked like they had been drained of all flesh and blood and were left with only skin and bones appeared out of nowhere on the medical bed. They pressed down on his arms and thighs, preventing him from moving at all.

As the blood was infused, Zhao Huan fell asleep unknowingly.

To the side of the medical bed, out of Zhao Huan's sight, a giant mutant wolf covered with long hair slowly emerged from the blood, its white fangs flashing with cold metallic light and clinging to flesh and blood.

The mutant giant wolf slowly approached the medical bed, but the moment it got close to Zhao Huan, its whole body strangely caught fire and it rolled back and forth in the blood.

In a hazy state, he saw a hunchbacked old man holding a hunting rifle in one hand and a long knife in the other, battling a strange octopus-like creature, each blow drawing blood...

He saw a place that looked like a school. A group of students were studying, and suddenly a dense mass of eyes grew on their heads, like a giant fly...

He saw a group of people fighting a glowing centipede as tall as a tree in an underground tomb. After killing it, they joyfully held up a golden chalice filled with blood...

He saw the warm and hospitable residents of Yanan Town laughing and talking, but also saw them slowly transforming into something neither human nor ghost under the moonlight, with long red hair growing on their bodies...

Is this a dream, or is it a reality that once happened?

After an unknown amount of time, Zhao Huan woke up from the medical bed.

The room was empty. There was no humanoid monster pressing down on him, no giant mutant wolf burning with flames under the bed, the strange spider above his head was still just a chandelier, and even the hunchbacked old man was gone.

Although they were clearly indoors, a gust of wind blew in from somewhere, and a piece of paper fell into Zhao Huan's hand with the wind.

Zhao Huan got out of bed, walked to the fireplace, and looked at the words on the note in the dim light of the fire.

"Congratulations on finally finding yourself as a hunter..."

Hunter? Blood Healing? Holy Grail? Mutation?

Is this the dream created by the ancient gods?

Without rushing to explore, Zhao Huan lit the kerosene lamp and looked through the bookshelves on both sides.

There are many books, most of which are written in standard Chinese characters that can be understood, rather than cuneiform, which just proves the uniqueness of the contract.

Zhao Huan flipped through them and found that they were all medical books, most of which were related to blood therapy.

Hard work pays off. Zhao Huan found a torn page of the Yanan local chronicles in the corner and started to read it.

Yanan, this small town is located on a remote seaside, so remote that the people of Yanan themselves have forgotten where this place came from.

The location of Anam was once the center of an ancient country called Sumerian civilization, but the Sumerian civilization has long disappeared in the long river of history.

Apart from the occasional excavation of Sumerian tombs that reveals the city's glory, Yharnam is just a small city that no one remembers.

Until one day, scholars discovered some fragments of strange knowledge recorded in ancient tombs underground.

Contents that are difficult for modern people to understand, such as superiors, ancient gods, beast disasters, eyes, and transcendental thinking, seem to record the scene of the Sumerians living together with a being called an ancient god...

Just when he was reading to the crucial moment, there was no more content. Zhao Huan was so angry that he wanted to curse. These local chronicles only recorded the tip of the iceberg of the ancient gods.

Zhao Huan searched carefully again, but apart from this torn page of local records, there was no other information outside of medical books...

The fragmented information makes the dream even more confusing.

“It’s getting more and more interesting.”

Zhao Huan felt that deep in the dream there must be hidden the secrets of the ancient gods that he had always wanted to explore.

"When in doubt, ask the spring breeze... Ugh, just move forward and explore. Don't stop and ponder. Just try it out."

“Squeaky!”

Zhao Huan pushed open the wooden door and saw a corridor leading downstairs. It was obvious that he was on the second floor.

Zhao Huan walked down the stairs. The first floor was a hall of about 200 square meters. It was densely packed with medical beds with blood transfusion bottles hanging on them, and rows of blood bags were placed on the shelves against the wall.

"Oh!"

Zhao Huan smiled, realizing that he was treated as a VIP and could stay in a single room.

Looking around, the walls were mottled, the wooden floor had peeled off a lot, there were large patches of dried blood, and the fallen chandelier all showed the persecution that had been suffered here.

Directly in front, at the end of the corridor leading to the second floor, there is a closed door with a lit kerosene lamp hanging outside the door.

There are only two corridors leading to the second floor in the lobby on the first floor, one is a VIP room and the other is also a VIP room?

Zhao Huan walked to the door and could vaguely hear someone talking inside.

“Boom boom boom!”

Zhao Huan knocked on the door: "Hello, is anyone there?"

There was no response, and the whispered voices inside the house were no longer audible.

“Boom boom boom!”

Zhao Huan continued to knock on the door, but no one responded.

At this moment, Zhao Huan couldn't help but think of that classic line.

Don't hide in there and keep silent. I know you are at home.

If you have the ability to steal a man, do you have the ability to open the door?

"Knock knock knock!" The knocking sound was obviously much louder.

"Don't be so shameless. If you don't open the door, I'll force my way in."

Zhao Huan was called a madman by many ancient gods and creatures, so he was naturally not a good-tempered person.

This time, a trembling reply came from the woman in the house.

"Outsider, are you on a hunting mission? I know you're hunting for us, for this town, but I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry... but I can't open the door for you. I'm Yusefka, and I can't expose the patients in my clinic to the risk of infection."

"Please, that's all I can do."