Becoming an ancient god from blood therapy

Chapter 6

While waiting for the food, Ross combined his returned head and performed a comprehensive inspection of his body.

He doesn't need sleep now, but needs to eat, and his head is just an ornament.

Although all functions of the head's vision, taste, touch, etc. have been restored after his processing, he can withdraw his will at any time and observe through a special headless perspective.

Moreover, if his consciousness is placed in a normal brain, it will limit his ability to think.

Through these extra-dimensional knowledge, Ross can clearly see and understand all the structures of the human body, and transforming the body through that knowledge is as simple as stacking building blocks.

But the premise is that there is enough biological energy.

At lunch, Carrington was frightened by Ross's terrifying appetite.

To describe it in the words of the young master, if you want to change the structure and shape of your body, you need a lot of energy and protein, so I need to consume a lot of sugar and beef in the future, and I must be well prepared.

With sufficient food, the bloody stab wound on Ross's neck has completely recovered, and the damaged vocal cords have also recovered, but there is still a scar on his neck.

These scars can easily be repaired in his current condition, but not necessary.

The scar is a convenient device, like a zipper for clothing.

When the body is equipped with a head, the mind will be restrained, so Ross intends to take off the head at any time when needed to facilitate his own thinking.

This scar is the back door for easy removal of the head.

Having eaten and drank enough, Loosna's body was replenished with energy due to excessive blood loss, and finally had blood color, no longer the gray-blue color of a dead person.

"Give me some vegetables, such as lettuce, tomato, fish, and milk. I now need a lot of vitamin ABCD, as well as calcium and other trace elements."

Although Carrington didn't understand, he nodded immediately after hearing it: "Okay, young master! I'll prepare immediately."

Ross nodded slightly, and added, "You can't do this alone. Now that altar is no longer needed, you don't need to worry about others finding out. I have time to find a few reliable servants to help you, so that you can relax a bit."

Carrington naturally understood the kindness of the young master, and said respectfully, "Okay, young master."

After a pause, Carrington reminded: "Master, the town has been chaotic in the past two years, and it is not easy to find a few reliable people."

Ross smiled: "Don't worry, I have a way."

He has already thought about the plan to control the central area and develop blood therapy, but before that, he needs to conquer the four most core and important subordinates through his own blood therapy.

In the next hour, after adding a lot of vitamins and trace elements, Ross, through the special headless perspective, saw that his overall body level had been initially balanced, and nodded with satisfaction.

"There will be time to adjust slowly in the future."

Saying that, he stood up, ready to go to excretion, and then take a shower, because he had other things to do this afternoon.

After taking care of personal hygiene, Ross combed his hair neatly and put on a decent black formal suit. He was quite satisfied with his appearance.

Today, he can even change his appearance and posture at any time, comparable to the legendary faceless monster, but that will consume a lot of energy.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, Ross went out.

His home is located in the center of the eight districts of Arkham Town, 200 Cowan Street, at the junction of Cowan Street and Peabody Avenue, which is considered the edge of the entire town.

Strictly speaking, the location of his home is not good. A block away, just 800 meters away, is the Arkham Sanatorium on the northern edge of the town, where a large number of crazy people are imprisoned.

About 600 meters due east is Innsmouth Station, both of which can be said to be "talented".

As soon as he walked out of the house, there was a scream like killing a pig in the distance.

"Let go of me! Let go of me! Who do you think I am! I am the ultimate creature that surpasses human beings! I am the emperor of all of you! Let me go! You gangsters! Her Majesty is going to give birth to me a child! You traitors!"

Ross turned his head to look, a young man in a white patient uniform roared frantically, and several doctors in white coats pressed him to the ground, tied him tightly, and carried him back to the Arkham Sanatorium not far away. .

Ross followed the line of sight to the five-story Arkham Sanatorium, which was surrounded by high walls and iron gates. In his design, there were indeed many geniuses who went crazy because of their contact with the ancient gods.

"This is my precious talent pool for the future."

"Well, this Arkham Sanatorium can be rebuilt in the future and modified into an extraordinary shelter to house some special things." Los has already made plans for that place in his heart.

He plans to go to a nursing home tomorrow, and the main purpose of going out today is to go to the city hall where he works.

City Hall is not far from here, just go south on Peabody Avenue, two blocks across.

The buildings here are very dense, and on the left is the public square for citizens' activities. At this time, there are not many people because of working hours, and only some children are running on it with simple toys.

On the right next to his house is the Bee Restaurant. The desserts here are very delicious. Every time you pass by, you can smell the fragrant creamy smell.

Los swallowed his saliva. He needed a lot of energy, but now he has no resistance to desserts.

Across the street from this dessert is Arkham Court, which is also a temporary prison for prisoners whose sentences do not exceed one year.

Across the road from the courthouse is the City Hall.

Just as he was passing by the intersection of City Hall, Ross heard a burst of gunfire in his ear, looked west along Hyde Street, and found a heavily armed gang fighting with the guards.

Missiles and grenades are everywhere, comparable to a blockbuster movie.

The people around have fled in a hurry, only Ross stood at the street corner, smiling and watching the performance in front of him.

Behind the city hall, is the Arkham Armory, where a large number of firearms and ammunition are stored, and the robbers are targeting the weapons.

Watching the fierce battle between the two sides, thousands of bullets were fired, but miraculously, no one died.

Then the guard retreated inexplicably, and the gangsters rushed in. It took 10 minutes to remove almost half of the weapons with ease.

About 10 minutes after the robbers drove away in a truck, the policemen from the police station of the gas company, less than 200 meters away, arrived in a hurry "very quickly".

Lazily tapped the situation, and then began to clean the battlefield.

Ross recalled the report he had just seen and laughed.

"What a group of dedicated police officers!"

The arms reserves here are all official from the Empire. This group of police officers is not convenient to be greedy, so they cooperate with the gang in this way, and after the arms are sold in the hands of the gang to make money, they will share the spoils together.

Well, a very good and tacit cooperation.

This is what Ross has to say about them.

"Hey! What are you looking at! Get out!" Just as Lost was watching the whole process with a smile, a policeman raised his pistol and yelled at Loss with a vigilant look.

Ross raised his hand, smiled, and turned to leave.

Crossing the street, when I just arrived at the entrance of the city hall and faced Roston, I was diagonally across the street, and the scene outside the tram company was attracted.

At this time, the people waiting for the tram here were not panicked by the sound of gunfire not far away, but were very calmly waiting for the tram or reading the newspaper.

Because of all this, they have become accustomed to it.

At this time, not far from the tram stop, a woman passing by carrying a bag was suddenly stopped by a gangster, who threatened with a knife in one hand, and then took her handbag away.

The lady didn't panic. She only saw that the lady in her 30s had a gloomy face. The moment she gave the bag to the robber, she took out a pistol from the bag and shot the gangster in the chest.

"I've already been robbed three times by you guys! You fucking scumbags!" the lady said, firing two more shots.

After beating the gangster to death, the lady took back her handbag, put away her gun, and walked towards the tram station as usual.

Loss laughed: "It's a simple folk way! Is this my citizen? Love, love!"

(End of this chapter)