Immortal Immortal

Li Mo woke up more than an hour later than usual.

Maybe it was because the memories that the brain received in a short period of time were too messy. Even after I regained consciousness, I still felt like I had a hangover and my head was bloated.

He closed his eyes and meditated for a long time before starting to stretch his hands and feet as usual.

It wasn't until three o'clock in the morning that Li Mo stopped, sweating profusely, and used these few hours to figure out his next plan.

Li Mo changed his clothes and pinned the spiritual tablet in a conspicuous place on his waist.

He quickly left the wing, aiming directly at the medical clinic where the martial arts was passed down, and happened to pass by the studio apprentice of the walking dead.

The painter apprentices noticed Li Mo and couldn't help but look in surprise.

They watched Li Mo leave the calligraphy and painting hall, and in the dazzling sunlight, his figure gradually disappeared into the noisy courtyard.

The painter's apprentice sat in a daze, and then began to study ink again, and the rich fragrance of ink filled the room.

From the moment Li Mo stepped out of the calligraphy and painting hall, his status has been completely different.

To become an apprentice of a formal painter, it usually only takes half a year for one to become an apprentice in the calligraphy and painting hall, and one must practice painting for at least five years.

Most people will be buried in the thick rice paper at the soles of their feet.

Li Mo was not in a hurry to leave the pawn shop and went to visit Li Qingfang and his sister. He felt relieved when he saw them studying.

The school is quite large, with hundreds of children reciting poems.

"Guan Guan Jujiu, in Hezhizhou..."

The teacher was severely decayed, with only one intact arm left. Compared with the energetic child, his vitality seemed even bleak.

Li Qingfang was drowsy, and suddenly found a familiar figure at the window.

She couldn't help but open her eyes wide, but her figure was gone, and her head was hit by the teacher's ruler.

Li Mo was walking out of the pawn shop at this time.

Along the way, he finally realized the benefits of being a painter, and the handymen all bowed and said hello.

Li Mo originally wanted to look at Zhao Zhu again, but suddenly realized that since there were monks in the Painting and Calligraphy Hall, there must be monks in the Miscellaneous Hall as well.

After all, he was only in vain, so it was better to be careful.

Li Mo took advantage of the daylight and walked towards the medical center according to the route in his memory.

Compared with when he first came to Rong Town, Li Mo's knowledge was completely different. After seeing some figures with deformed bodies, he understood that they all mastered various spells.

The monks hurried outside Rong Town, or returned to the city tiredly.

Li Mo suddenly understood that Rongzhen was probably far from calm on the surface, and the world of immortality was filled with unimaginable dangers.

It's just that he can't control the situation with his strength. Once he really comes into contact with danger, he will definitely face death.

Li Mo's expression was solemn and his pace quickened.

The medical center immediately came into view.

Li Mo walked around the medical center several times and found that the area of ​​the medical center was twice as large as that of the pawn shop, and the side entrances were also heavily guarded.

The medical center is located in the center of the outer city, so its importance is self-evident.

Li Mo did not hesitate and walked into the open door of the medical clinic. Behind the green mountain bamboo screen were rows of wooden cabinets commonly found in medical clinics.

More than a dozen clerks are busy on their own, mainly responsible for drying medicinal materials and receiving townspeople who come to the medical center for medical treatment.

The disease is basically the decay of the body derived from the death disease. If it is not dealt with, it will turn into a living dead within a hundred years.

It’s no wonder that some townspeople have very serious fatal illnesses, but they still don’t affect their work.

"Brother, are you here for consultation?"

A man with good eyesight noticed Li Mo and quickly came over.

Although Li Mo is young, the clothes he wears belong to the pawn shop. Since he can enter and exit the pawn shop freely, his status should be quite high.

The clerk became attentive. After all, Li Mo was in his early ten years at most, so he might be an elder in his family who worked in the pawn shop.

Little did he know that Li Mo was not born in Rongzhen at all. More than two months ago, he was still doing carpentry work with his father and brother in Niujia Village.

"I'm looking for Han Cai, Doctor Han."

When the waiter heard Han Cai's name, he couldn't help but trembled. His expression was extremely frightening, but he still agreed with a sad face.

"Then I will lead the way."

Li Mo felt a little confused and couldn't help asking the waiter: "Doctor Han has a bad temper?"

"My temper... I'm not sure."

The waiter's words were vague and he only said that Han Cai had the most seniority in the medical clinic, but they did not dare to contact Han Cai.

When the two of them entered the medical center, they could hear the screams and screams, accompanied by the strong aroma of medicine that hit their noses and mouths.

Even the hell of Yama is probably nothing more than this.

Li Mo looked around with his peripheral vision, just in time to see the consultation room that was half covered with curtains. The ground was still stained with some red and black flesh foam.

He lowered his head and glanced over, and goosebumps appeared all over his body.

An operation to reattach a severed limb was ongoing in the consultation room.

He was not surprised by the limb amputation surgery. After all, in the ancient history of previous lives, there were records of surgical operations very early, but they were limited by poor sanitary conditions and the mortality rate was extremely high.

Nowadays, with the existence of immortality, the body's tolerance for pain has been greatly increased, and there is no need to worry about bacterial infection.

It is normal to develop simple surgical procedures.

But are the doctor's methods too rough?

The flesh and blood tissue of the severed limb was exposed to the air, so the doctor used a silver thread to stitch it together. If there was any missing flesh and blood, he took out gelatinous ointment to fill it.

anaesthetization? nonexistent.

"kindness?"

The doctor seemed to notice Li Mo. The latter immediately looked away when he saw this, followed the clerk who was speeding up, and left the consultation room in embarrassment.

Li Mo was secretly glad that he was assigned to the pawn shop instead of the medical clinic.

He couldn't treat living people as dead things like Han Cai did. Even though there was immortality, it was harder to kill people than to keep them alive.

Li Mo walked through the inner hall, and in front of him was a courtyard covered with bamboo forests. A trickle of water formed a stream from the top of the mountain and gathered into a pond.

Green algae floated on the surface of the pond, and no trace of fish was visible.

There are several three-story tile-roofed houses in the courtyard.

They went to the tile-roofed house in the center. Its walls were covered with mold, and there were blood-red ivy covering the gaps. The chirping of insects was a bit chilly.

The plaque is engraved with "Miaoshouju".

The clerk opened the creaking door, and the dark room was empty. The furniture inside was more than twice the normal size.

He swallowed and bravely shouted: "Doctor Han, someone is looking for you."

"Doctor Han..."

"I know, hahahaha."

After the clerk finished speaking, he heard a thick male voice coming from the second floor. He breathed a sigh of relief, then ignored Li Mo and turned around to leave.

Li Mo looked at the decoration in the house through the sunlight, and the shock in his eyes was beyond words.

Dozens of glass jars were seen hanging from the ceiling, containing strange liquids of different colors, soaking the shrunken and deformed internal organs.

The most important thing is, according to the information pouring out from the Book of Creation, what is in the jar is.

[Aura] and [Spiritual Root].