"Captain Zhao, I said there are many talented people in Tianfu District. Is that right?"
In the mission hall, the man with beard and a short-haired woman sat side by side, facing a large screen full of mission information, one of them holding a cigarette in his hand.
"It's really good. You can't see it, but he already has spiritual energy."
"This, this can't be possible..." The man with the beard looked confused: "I didn't give him the breathing method. Even if I like this guy, I won't break the rules of the Demon Slayer."
The breathing method is the core of the Demon Slayer Division, and it is the foundation for breaking the constraints of the aristocratic families in the future.
If Chen Huaian was willing to join the Demon Slayer Division, he would immediately take the initiative to give him the first three volumes of the Breathing Technique.
If Chen Huaian doesn't make progress for a day, he will never give it to him no matter what.
"You still don't know enough about spiritual energy resurrection." Zhao Ying blew out a smoke circle and said lightly: "There are many kinds of resurrectors, including those with special abilities, those who accompany demons, those who accompany ghosts, those who have spiritual objects, and those who have ancient martial arts. Among these resurrectors, it is not necessary to practice breathing techniques to store spiritual energy in the body. I just said that he has spiritual energy, but his spiritual energy can only be one-time and cannot be recycled and regenerated."
"Oh, I see..." The man with a beard nodded.
Chen Huaian's companion spirit can give Chen Huaian talismans.
Then it would be very useful to give Chen Huai'an an object that can generate spiritual energy in his body.
In this case, Chen Huai'an's companion spirit creature is even more perverted.
"Captain Zhao, if Chen Huai'an's cancer is cured, his rating should be able to be improved?"
Zhao Ying nodded and shook his head: "It depends on the situation. The price he got the talisman was his life, and the price of practicing swordsmanship is still unknown, but the price is probably not low.
If he could rely on his companion spirit to prolong his lifespan and then realize a virtuous cycle of consumption, then he could at least be a soldier of grade B, or even the first resurrected person to be rated as a soldier of grade A.
If he can’t extend his life, he will just be a short-lived unlucky guy who is powerful for a short time…”
"I don't think it's a big problem. This guy has a lot of spiritual energy. He doesn't look like he will die young."
The beard man had just finished speaking.
An evil aura suddenly erupted from the small room where Chen Huai'an and Xiang Xiaoyuan were.
Zhao Ying frowned and rushed towards the small room.
Next second.
Boom——!
The wall broke apart, followed by a scream.
Xiang Xiaoyuan's petite body was hit by something and flew all the way to the front desk of the mission hall, and it was unknown whether she was dead or alive.
"What the hell, what's going on?"
Wu Shahui hurried over to check on Xiang Xiaoyuan.
In front of the small room, Zhao Ying, holding a Tang sword that flashed with lightning, was fighting with a giant claw covered with tumors.
The giant claws were extremely fast, and after several close encounters, Zhao Ying finally found an opportunity.
She was blocked by the giant claws, and she landed on the ground with a somersault, sheathing her Tang sword and preparing to draw it.
"Raikiri!"
Squeak——!
The electric arc wrapped the knife in a flash, and the tumorous claw was cut in two.
But granulation tissue immediately grew at the incision, restoring the giant claw to its original state.
The half that was cut off from the ground turned into a wolf-like monster and rushed over to kill him.
"What the fuck is this?"
Zhao Ying cut the monster wolf into pieces with one knife and stared at the huge claws with an unpleasant look on his face.
The base of this giant claw was connected to Chen Huaian's chest, but Chen Huaian was still lying there quietly.
Tumors, rapidly proliferating flesh and blood.
A glimmer of clarity flashed across Zhao Ying's eyes.
The cancer cells in Chen Huai'an's body turned into a monster!
This case is not accidental. She has also come into contact with victims of disease transformation before, but those victims have basically become neither human nor ghost, their bodies are completely controlled by the demonization lesions, and they are outright monsters. For such existences, their solution is to eliminate them.
But Chen Huai'an is different.
He was not controlled by the demonization lesion.
If the lesion had not been brought to the attention of the public during today's treatment, it would have remained dormant in Chen Huai'an's body, silently absorbing nutrients until Chen Huai'an died completely, at which point it would have erupted.
"Since you came here by yourself, I will kill you now!"
Zhao Ying's eyes condensed, and with arcs of electricity flashing, he pressed his right hand on the wildly shaking Tang sword. As if enchanted, the entire blade and scabbard were covered in lightning.
The beast's huge claws came from above and below to kill him, and immediately hit him in front of him.
Zhao Ying narrowed his eyes slightly, with a sharp murderous intent bursting out from them.
At the same time, whoosh! The scabbard of the Tang sword was opened.
As his wrist turned, the blade drew countless afterimages wrapped in electric arcs in the dim light.
The afterimages intertwined, the impenetrable lightning net collided with the giant claws.
Zhao Ying took a half step back and sheathed his sword.
Crack, bang——!
Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and the giant claw was blown into pieces.
The air was filled with the stink of burning protein.
"Is it the end? I hope that kid can be saved."
Zhao Ying stared at the smoke that had not yet dissipated and was about to cross to check on Chen Huai'an.
However, a sharp explosion sounded in my ears.
A bad wind blew.
Bang——!
A heavy blow to the abdomen.
Her body was instantly hit like a shrimp and smashed into the opposite wall at an extremely fast speed.
"Ahem..." Zhao Ying knelt on the ground, holding the Tang sword in one hand, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looking ahead with difficulty.
Just now, a black shadow hit her abdomen like a whip.
The speed was so fast that even at her level as a soldier, she could only capture this little information.
The smoke cleared.
She saw a scene that made people's scalps tingle.
A long dragon made of tumors and flesh was crouching in the room. Its body was too huge, and its thick claws completely propped up the four walls. The dragon head, which was as wide as two door panels, sandwiched Chen Huai'an's body, and below it were a pair of blood-red dragon eyes emitting malicious intent and a bloody mouth full of fangs.
This dragon of flesh and blood is a standard Eastern dragon image.
But there is not a single aura of good fortune, only evil and tyranny.
What made Zhao Ying even more desperate was that the aura of this flesh and blood dragon had already reached the general level.
That guy is not a match she can handle.
In the eyes of the flesh-and-blood dragon, she saw sarcasm and contempt.
The dragon's mouth opened and closed, emitting repeated roars that sounded like thousands of people screaming:
"An ant actually wants to destroy us!? If you had acted a few days earlier, you might have succeeded, but now we have integrated the seven bloodlines of humans and absorbed enough spiritual energy..."
"Hehehe! I didn't want to come so early..."
The words fell.
The dragon's tail swung, rolling up an entire wall of concrete and smashing it towards Zhao Ying, who was unable to move.
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