I have the fairy medicine book

Chapter 509 Hell Map

Wang Yuchuan lifted the quilt and took his hands out from under the quilt.

That hand was bony, and the wrinkled skin looked like dried orange peel, which showed how far he had been tortured by the disease.

Angel's life is not long, and everyone in the family has acquiesced to this fact.

While he recuperated in the safe house, his eldest son took his place.

Anyone can see that the power center of the entire Blood Moon Gang is leaning towards the eldest son.

Angel knew very well that when his eldest son took the position of head of the family, his death time would come.

A new king has been established, and the old king should retire.

This is the eternal truth.

Under the torment of illness day after day, Angel gradually accepted this fact.

Just die, no big deal.

Die early and be quick.

Although he sometimes thinks so when he is angry, deep down he still wants to live.

Children who grow up in slums have a stronger desire to live than ordinary people.

Even though he has been pampered for decades, Angel still can't erase this deep-rooted desire.

Angel wants to live, as long as he can live, he can pay any price.

Wang Yuchuan didn't expect Angel to agree so happily, after all, the price of a consciousness transfer operation is only [-] million US dollars.

With an additional 5000 million, the gene fragment can be optimized again.

This will greatly reduce his risk of developing cancer again in the future.

In fact, this is no wonder Wang Yuchuan.

He first learned about the existence of this technology in the world because of his contact with the directors of the Sun Society.

The chairman of the Sun Society talked about this technology so casually, he thought that all the rich people knew about it.

In fact, this is not the case. On the day the consciousness transfer technology came out, ancient forces like the Sun Society and the Blacksmiths Guild that existed under the iceberg jointly blocked the news.

These forces are the controllers and rule-makers of the world's operations, and such things as consciousness transfer violate the realm of God.

The epoch-making great invention that brings eternal life to mankind, of course only they are worthy of enjoying it, otherwise the world would have been messed up long ago?
Angel is just a big local drug lord in Mo Dongge, and the family he founded will have to develop at least eighteen generations before he can barely touch the threshold of that circle.

He didn't know that this technique was normal.

Wang Yuchuan didn't think much about it, how did that old saying come about?If you have money, don't you make a bastard.

As long as his lung cancer is cured, 20 billion US dollars can be easily obtained. Where can I find such a good thing.

Wang Yuchuan held Angel's hand, mobilized the Sanqing Qi in his body after a long absence, and sent it into Angel's body.

Angel took a breath, and the next moment, he was floating as if he had escaped the influence of gravity, and a faint green light enveloped his whole body.

The turbulent good fortune Sanqing Qi rushed left and right in his body like water from a sluice gate. Wherever it went, large groups of cancer cells shattered.

Gradually, under the nourishment of the Sanqing Qi, Angel's shriveled muscles became fuller little by little.

He couldn't help clenching his fists, and a burst of force rushed under his skin like a turbulent current.

This feeling of being reborn is simply wonderful.

Angel's chest rose and fell violently with excitement. Wang Yuchuan let go of his hand and he fell back on the bed.

The detection instrument beeped sharply, and Angel sat up, looking at the constantly updated vital signs data on the screen of the instrument, and the smile on his face grew bigger and bigger.

It's no wonder that these instruments will alarm. His physical indicators are now comparable to those of young people. Of course, the built-in self-test programs of these instruments will report errors.

He's in great shape, it couldn't be better.

Angel felt that he could still handle the "Chicago printer" and rushed into the rival gangs to kill.

"If you are worried, go for a CT scan to see if the cancer cells have been effectively controlled." Wang Yuchuan reminded him.

Angel lifted the quilt, turned over and got out of bed, and walked in front of Wang Yuchuan two steps at a time.

There is a strong religious complex in the local culture of Modongge.They believe in mountains, rivers and ancestors, and believe that by enshrining them, they can gain the power of gods.

Angel is a native of Medonge. Since he was a child, he believed in the existence of gods in the world.

Wang Yuchuan showed him a miracle, and Angel subconsciously believed that he was really the messenger of God.

The people of Mo Dongge regard encountering a miracle as the supreme glory. After getting out of bed, Angel knelt down excitedly and kissed Wang Yuchuan's shoe upper.

That black sun is still hanging over Angel Manor, and all those who dare to break into the manor without exception are alienated into abandoned spirits under the sunlight.

This matter had alarmed Angel's sons a long time ago. They hurriedly put down what they were doing and led their cronies to surround the manor.

Monsters roam the manor, bullets and fire can only repel them, but cannot kill them.At this moment, the scene in front of them seemed to be the hell described in the Bible.

Lucifer, the king of hell, thirsty for the blood of sinners, opened his crimson wings like bats with a grinning grin.

Yes, Lucifer, the King of Hell, may be deep in this manor, looking at them with greedy eyes.

These gang members who grew up in the slums are more or less superstitious. When they witness this kind of monster that only exists in legends, it is no wonder that they will have wild thoughts.

Those half-grown children held guns and hid behind the jeep, not daring to show their heads.

Everyone is saying that the blood moon was cursed by Lucifer.The whole gang was panicked from top to bottom.

Angel's eldest son sat upright in the car, his face livid and his eyes filled with anger.

The atmosphere is a strange thing, without words, information can be crazily transmitted in the atmosphere.

Angel's eldest son closed his eyes weakly. At this moment, he had realized that the hearts of the Blood Moon Gang had been scattered.

If this matter doesn't end well, if one thing goes wrong, Blood Moon will fall apart.

Now there are countless pairs of eyes staring at him outside, his brothers, Blood Moon's brothers, and those old foxes who covet Blood Moon's status.

They are all waiting for him to hand in a perfect answer, but what can he do in the face of those unkillable monsters?

He is a man, not a god.

Angel's eldest son gasped, lowered his head, buried his hands in his palms, and rubbed his face meaninglessly.

Now he really wanted to hold an AK and rush into the manor, even if he was swallowed alive by those monsters, it would be more enjoyable than being stuck in the car and not daring to show his face.

Just when he was thinking hard and didn't know what to do next, his confidant suddenly knocked on the glass of the car.

He froze for a moment, and then he lowered half of the car window. The confidant spoke quickly, with shock on his face: "I saw the old man come out of the manor..."

(End of this chapter)