"Go find more people to participate..."
The ancient god gave the task promptly and efficiently, and then fell into a deep sleep as if he had consumed too much energy.
Zhao Huan gripped the meat saw tightly and stepped into the portal.
Inside the portal was an energy channel with no end in sight. An overwhelming red tide was rushing towards Zhao Huan from all directions, madly crowding his body and tearing his soul apart.
Having a strong willpower is not a good thing. You have to endure tremendous pain and you can't even faint.
The sky was spinning and the earth was shaking violently, and after a while, Zhao Huan was vomited out of the energy channel.
With his feet on the solid ground, Zhao Huan no longer had to sway with the energy tides, and his heart instantly felt much more at ease.
After adapting to the darkness, Zhao Huan began to look around. It was very real, just like reality.
It was a medieval Gothic-style room, windowless and dim, thanks to the faint light cast by the huge fireplace.
On either side of the fireplace were bookshelves filled with books, and above them hung two unlit kerosene lamps.
Next to him was a tattered medical bed. I called it that because there were medical transfusion tubes scattered on it.
"Young man, welcome to the land of blood healing—Yharnam."
Zhao Huan was shocked. There was someone else in the room?
Following the sound, I saw a hunched old man sitting in a wheelchair in the corner of the bookshelf where the firelight could not reach.
His legs were covered with thick felt, he was wearing a black windbreaker and a tall hat on his head, so his face could not be seen clearly.
"Blood therapy?"
“Hehehe!”
"Hemotherapy is a good thing. It can treat various cancers. Aren't you here to get treatment?"
Haha, the same old lines of dialogue, this is probably required by the plot, but we are all GMs, I won’t indulge you.
"No, I want to uncover the mystery of blood therapy."
"Hahaha! Ambitious. But where does an outsider like you even begin to understand? Why not try some Yharnam blood? You won't regret it."
"Okay, I was thinking of trying that too."
"However, first you need to sign a waiver of liability agreement, stating that you will not be held responsible for anything, whether life or death, and that the Yusefka Clinic has nothing to do with it."
Do you know that if this wasn't an illusion, your opening remarks would have discouraged people. You should have coaxed them into injecting blood.
Zhao Huan took the contract, which was a parchment scroll covered with crooked characters.
"Is this the Sumerian cuneiform? You're being even more shameless than a bully. The contract is in cuneiform, but the signature is in standard Chinese characters."
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