I have the fairy medicine book

Chapter 376
This is the taste of eternal life...

Mr. Zhang buried his face in the towel, and a strong smell of blood enveloped his nostrils.

Obviously, the smell of Wang Yuchuan's blood was not much different from that of ordinary people, but his face was still filled with an intoxicated expression.

He raised his head slowly, as if he had glimpsed the appearance of the kingdom of heaven behind the incandescent light.

Hallelujah, this is what eternal life tastes like.

He muttered to himself in exaggerated arias, shaking with overexcitement.

The bar manager has goosebumps all over his body, this man is a pervert.

He raised his hand and pressed the door close button, and the elevator door closed slowly. When he raised his head inadvertently, one hand was stuck in the crack of the door so abruptly.

The bar manager was stunned, subconsciously took two steps back.

The elevator door opened again. Mr. Zhang shrugged his shoulders and stood staggeringly at the elevator door, as if he was about to fall at any moment.

The bar manager had a puzzled look on his face: "Mr. Zhang, are you okay?"

He took a tentative step forward, pretending to go over to help him. Mr. Zhang clutched the towel tightly in his hand, covering his mouth and nose tightly, and the sound of heavy breathing echoed in the silent biology laboratory hall.

"Mr. Zhang?! Mr. Zhang." The bar manager repeated. At this time, Mr. Zhang slowly lowered his hands, and hot and humid breath gushed out of his nostrils.

A trace of saliva slid down the corner of his mouth, Mr. Zhang's body swayed more violently, and there was an indescribable tension hidden under the silent surface.

Uneasy emotions surged in his heart, and the bar manager's face gradually became serious. He habitually raised his hand and stretched behind his waist, holding the handle of the gun.

Almost at the same time, Mr. Zhang raised his head, his eyes burst into a bright red light.

Wang Yuchuan called Taoist Qingwei, dismissed the alarm, and told him to focus on other places. After the call, he dropped his hand in a slump, let go, and the phone fell to the floor.

With this episode, Wang Yuchuan was already worried about leaving Wang Yiying alone in the Marco Polo Hotel.

She needed a safer environment, so he picked up the phone and called Wang Renfeng again.

Wang Renfeng had just come out of the milk tea shop with two cups of milk tea when the phone rang suddenly.

He took out his mobile phone at the first time, glanced at the call note, and found that the call was from Mr. Wang, so he didn't dare to neglect it and answered it quickly.

"Mr. Wang, what's the matter?"

"Come to Marco Polo Hotel."

Wang Renfeng looked up at the south gate of Jingcheng Physician University across the street, then looked down at the two cups of milk tea in his hands, with a troubled look on his face: "Is it now?"

"Yeah, I'll give you half an hour."

"Mr. Wang..." The phone was hung up, Wang Renfeng closed his eyes, stabilized his emotions, struggled for a moment, and threw the two cups of milk tea into the trash can.

Then, he took out the remote control and pressed the unlock button. A new high-end Passet beeped twice. With one hand in his pocket, he walked to the driver's seat of the car, opened the door, and bent down to get in the car.

The tooth-piercing swallowing sound echoed in the elevator, and a bloody arm hung down and got stuck between the elevator doors.

Blood dripped into the slide rail, the bar manager stared in the direction of the laboratory in horror, and the corpse was being manipulated by Mr. Zhang like a puppet.

Mr. Zhang held a large piece of meat with plasma hanging on it, stuffed it into his mouth intently, and after chewing it a few times, he swallowed it whole.

Like a beast, a hungry ghost loomed behind Mr. Zhang. It just stood there quietly, like a sculpture, or an observer.

At the same time, Wang Yuchuan twitched violently without warning, his eyes widened, his vision seemed to span half the city in an instant, and finally concentrated in a narrow elevator.

He saw a young man in a white coat gnawing on something with his head down. Wang Yuchuan slowly adjusted the angle of vision, and soon Wang Yuchuan realized that he was eating people.

The steady stream of heat slowly opened up his stomach. This is the feeling of fullness, the long-lost feeling of fullness!
Wang Yuchuan narrowed his eyes, and in a trance, he seemed to smell the sweet smell of blood.

He subconsciously focused, and at this moment, he even had the illusion of raw meat sliding down his esophagus.

He swallowed instinctively, breathing more and more quickly.

The fire in his stomach burned more and more vigorously, and the feeling of fullness disappeared. He opened his eyes, and the feeling of emptiness like a tide was overwhelming him, and he had no strength to resist.

He gripped his throat with his hands, feeling like he was about to suffocate, and he desperately wanted more.

eat human!

Wang Yuchuan's consciousness gradually slackened, and an ancient will occupied his body.

Hungry ghost!

"You can't stand it anymore?" A joking voice rolled over his eardrums like rolling thunder, and Wang Yuchuan miraculously regained consciousness. Old Jintou walked up to him and knelt down slowly, looking down at him with condescending eyes.

Wang Yuchuan leaned weakly against the refrigerator, suppressing his still strong appetite and closing his eyes.

"Didn't you say that you will never eat people again?" Old Jintou asked again.

"Get lost." Wang Yuchuan roared violently.

"Don't be hungry anymore, be obedient and eat more." The old Jintou said this earnestly: "You don't want to hurt the people around you, right?"

"Sooner or later, the repressed desire will come back in a more ferocious form. You can't stand it until you get there? This is still a drizzle."

Old Jintou put his head next to his ear, with a playful smile on his face: "Eat, eat more, the short-term indulgence is to better control yourself, listen to me, when did I hurt you?"

"roll!"

Old Jin pouted his mouth and stood up slowly.

Wang Yuchuan looked at him from bottom to top, and while enduring the torment of thirst, he confronted him.

The old Jintou suddenly relaxed, with a smug smile on his face.

An ominous premonition shrouded Wang Yuchuan's heart, and Wang Yuchuan stood up with a bang.

Old Jintou retreated step by step, Wang Yuchuan stared at him blankly, the direction of his retreat was the direction of the bedroom where Wang Yiying was, shit!
Wang Yuchuan knew what he was going to do. He was so anxious that he subconsciously rushed forward. Almost at the same time, the old golden head disappeared.

With a bang, the bedroom door flew open.

Wang Yiying suddenly turned around and looked at him in astonishment.

Old Jintou appeared behind her like a ghost, Wang Yuchuan watched helplessly as he raised his hand and pressed it on Wang Yiying's slender neck.

Wang Yuchuan froze in place all of a sudden, froze in place, momentarily at a loss.

"Xiao Chuan?" Wang Yiying still regretted her performance at that time, this time, she warned herself never to make the mistake just now again.

(End of this chapter)