An Qingyu stood aside and waved his hand to mobilize the surrounding purple mist, sending the engulfed plague into the sky.

Although Bingzai has fallen into a coma, the viruses contained in the plague gas still exist. If the plague is allowed to spread, not only Lin Qiye and others, but nearly one-third of the city's population will become seriously ill.

The best way is to lift the ball of gas to high altitude and then use an explosion to completely kill the virus contained in it.

At the same time, Uncle Kyosuke, who was sitting next to the unconscious Bingzai, was holding the golden sword tightly in his hand at all times, his eyes were closed, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, and his face was extremely pale.

He was activating his [Mystical Pupil] to create an illusion for the unconscious Bingzai.

In front of him, the expression of the sick man lying on the ground changed slightly, sometimes angry, sometimes hesitant, sometimes puzzled, sometimes happy...

The disease and disaster are gradually falling into illusion.

"Qingyu, is there anything else you need me to do?" Galan asked puzzledly, holding a golden spear.

An Qingyu looked at the two people in the distance for a moment and shook his head. "No need. Let them deal with their grievances themselves."

Galan nodded and looked up at the thunder beast roaring at the ground in the thundercloud, wondering what he was thinking.

Time passes by every second.

Uncle Kyosuke, who was sitting on the ground, couldn't help shaking, as if every inch of muscle in his body was exerting force. His eyes were open, and his pupils were stained with a layer of psychedelic gold, staring at the sick person in front of him.

Now, he is not just creating illusions for Bingzai. The oracle's body has been transformed and is a combination of flesh and machine. Although Bingzai has fallen into a coma, the background system in his left eye is still running, monitoring Bingzai's physical condition at all times.

In order to make Bingzai fall into the illusion completely, he must hypnotize Bingzai's own will and the electronic machinery in his left eye at the same time.

Uncle Kyosuke is almost reaching his limit.

Just when Uncle Kyosuke was about to faint, Bingzai, who was in a coma, slowly sat up from the ground.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he had seen something happy. He slowly raised his hands and rubbed them in the air.

Specks of deep blue light emerged from his palms and gathered towards the center of his hands. Countless pathogens were deconstructed and reorganized by him, gradually condensing into a small ball of deep blue light, suspended in the air.

When An Qingyu saw this scene, his eyes lit up. He took out a test tube from his arms and walked forward to collect the **.

The dark blue light swayed on the transparent wall. A hint of gray flashed in An Qingyu's eyes. He began to analyze the data of the light. After a moment, he nodded to Uncle Kyosuke beside him.

"That's it. It's good enough."

Uncle Kyosuke's eyes were bloodshot due to overdrawn and fatigue. When he heard An Qingyu's words, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes.

But soon, the joy disappeared.

The golden color in his eyes did not fade. He slowly turned his head and looked at the sick person who was sitting on the ground with a smile on his face, as if he was in heaven. His expression gradually turned cold.

Now, the disease has lost its usefulness.

Uncle Kyosuke activated the [Mysterious Eyes] in his hand and slowly led Bingzai, who was immersed in joy, into another illusion...

A brutal and terrifying illusion that could tear and burn the dignity of the oracle.

Bingzai's smile froze on his face.

Then, a look of horror appeared on his face, as if he was enduring some extreme pain.

Uncle Kyosuke used his [Mystical Pupils] to support his body and stood up shakily from the ground. His pair of golden eyes looked down coldly at Bingzai who was immersed in the illusion of pain.

He raised his hand and slowly stabbed the golden long knife in his hand towards Bing Zai's chest...

"Go to hell..." Uncle Kyosuke said coldly.

The moment the blade touched Bingzai's body, Bingzai suddenly woke up from his nightmare. He was sweating profusely and before he could come to his senses, a piece of the cold blade had already pierced into his heart!

Uncle Kyosuke held the [Mysterious Eye] in his hand, rotating it slightly, stirring Bingzai's heart mercilessly!

The remaining pain from the nightmare of the illness was still on his face, and the next moment, his life was ruthlessly wiped out. His eyes, as big as copper bells, stared at Kyosuke in horror, full of unwillingness and resentment!

Swish——!

Uncle Kyosuke drew out his golden sword and casually splashed the blood on the blade onto the ground. The golden color in his eyes gradually faded.

He killed disease and plague.

When the golden color completely faded, Uncle Kyosuke's body swayed and he almost fell to the ground. He bent over and began to cough violently, with a lot of blood coming out with every cough.

"Jialan, throw him into the sky, the higher the better." An Qingyu said to Galan immediately without having time to check on Kyosuke's condition.

Without any hesitation, Galan took a step forward, grabbed Bingzai's collar, and threw him into the sky!

Bingzai's body flew into the night sky with terrifying kinetic energy. The halo in his left eye flickered violently. After a few seconds, a ball of dazzling fire exploded, illuminating a large area of ​​the sky again.

As the flames above his head roared, Uncle Kyosuke stood up in a pool of blood. He sheathed the [Mysterious Eye] and walked in front of An Qingyu.

"It's the gamma drug, and the dosage is sufficient." An Qingyu handed him the test tube in his hand. "After your son drinks it, it will be able to keep him alive for a long time. Once I thoroughly study and crack his genetic defect and develop the corresponding drug, I will be able to solve this problem."

Uncle Kyosuke took the medicine, was silent for a moment, and looked at An Qingyu with complicated eyes.

"Why are you helping me so much?"

An Qingyu raised his eyebrows and said, "Helping you is also helping myself. After all... I am also very interested in the so-called god-making experiment."

Without waiting for Uncle Kyosuke's expression to change, An Qingyu continued, "But don't worry, I'm not as crazy as the Oracle. I will only conduct experiments on myself. I will never touch your son. At most, I will just take two tubes of his blood."

Uncle Kyosuke finally relaxed after hearing this.

"What's more... I also have a father." An Qingyu paused for a moment, then continued, "Although I can't save you, at least I have the ability to keep your son alive.

There is only so much I can do for a 'father'."

Uncle Kyosuke looked into An Qingyu's eyes for a long time, and after that, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

Uncle Kyosuke took a deep breath, tightly grasped the test tube in his hand, turned around and walked towards a certain direction of the city.

"Come with me, I'll take you...to meet my son."

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