Chapter 345 344. Strange
Lan En watched helplessly as Gascoigne took out a glass bottle with a syringe from the inner pocket of his jacket.
Inside the bottle was a clear liquid that was yellowish and almost blood-red.
It looks like some kind of serum after processed blood.
He didn't even look carefully for blood vessels or anything, he just felt one of Henrik's legs, and then plunged it in neatly.
With the injection of the liquid in the bottle, Henrik's wounds recovered at an alarming speed, and the lost blood seemed to be produced out of thin air in his body.
This old hunter, who was cold and limp due to heavy bleeding, suddenly returned to normal after this injection.
Gascoigne put the empty glass bottle into his arms and stood up as if he didn't need to worry about it after getting an injection.
And Henrik really doesn’t need to worry about it.
The old hunter, whose clavicle artery had just been opened, stood up naturally at this time.
Lan En looked at it in a daze.
No, wait a moment. Am I a mutant or are you mutants?
Even if I drink a bottle as big as [Pure White Lafarde], it may not be as good as your shot!
Although Gascoigne was blindfolded, he seemed to be able to detect Lan En's expression easily.
“This is [Blood Therapy].”
He opened his outer cover towards Lan En. On the inside of the outer cover, there were two small bottles of syringes filled with faint yellow liquid serum.
“Actually, if your illness is urgent, you can completely ignore the complicated rituals and appointments in the church and just inject this into your body.”
Lan En nodded blankly, but he didn’t know Why, after he saw such an immediate effect of [Blood Therapy], he became even more resistant inexplicably.
There's something wrong with this thing, it's disgusting.
This feeling kept popping up in Lan En's heart.
Gascoigne's blood collection bottle looked a little stained, but that was dirt from the process of hunting lycanthropic patients and would not affect the serum in the blood collection bottle.
But Lan En just felt that the thing was dirty and disgusting.
It's like it feels like there's a bunch of plankton inside.
“Let me know more about [Blood Therapy]. Let me know more about it. Henrik, what happened to you just now? If I had reacted slower, you would have almost had your head taken off by that monster. Come down!”
The young man asked the old hunter seriously. Being distracted during an encounter is a mistake that even a rookie who has only wielded a knife a few times should not make.
Henrik's behavior was as abnormal as if an ordinary person suddenly went crazy for no apparent reason.
By the way, Lan En also asked Gascoigne.
“Or, [Blood Therapy] can make people recover even if they lose their heads? Is that why hunters can’t get nervous during encounters?”
The priest shook his head: "[Blood therapy] is the technological crystallization of the church, but so far I have never heard of this level of medical results."
"Give us an explanation, Henrik. We, at least I, should make sure you There is no problem with his mental condition and he can still adapt to hunting.”
Henrik's three-cornered hat lowered his head, and after a moment of silence, he still said nothing.
He just wiped his own blood, which stained half of his body, and walked towards the three-headed monster that was hacked to death.
Lan En could see that the old hunter's steps were a little heavy.
"You were very powerful just now, Lan. Now I believe that even if you don't have the hunters' workshop weapons, you are enough to participate in the hunt."
Gascoigne and Lan While walking behind the silent Henryk, he praised Lan En's skills.
Just now, Lan En killed two monsters by himself, which was a big help when Henryk suddenly lost control.
"No, this is nothing."
Lan En paused hesitantly.
"Aren't you worried about Henrik? He doesn't look right."
Gascoigne shook his head, pressing his wide-brimmed hat.
"This is Yanan, Lan En. The hunters in this city, or everyone in this city, will have a few moments that are not normal. Especially in an environment like hunting night, you have to Only by learning to adapt to or ignore this abnormality can we live in Yanan.”
The moon in the sky is abnormally large, and the moonlight projected onto the ground is as bright as a low-power street lamp. Gascoigne's wide-brimmed hat cast a shadow over the upper half of his face, making it impossible for Lan to see his expression clearly.
The witcher remained silent.
The two of them followed Henryk all the way, and now the old hunter was digging through the body of the lycanthropic patient.
He first pulled the remaining clothes on the three lycanthropes. All three pieces of clothes looked new.
It does not mean that they were just made, but it means that the cracks and damage are very new.
It seems that it was torn apart due to the severe physical deformation of the wearer, and then hung on the patient's body like rags.
Lan En's eyes narrowed slightly.
Henryk once said that the development of lycanthropy is a process, from shallow to deep.
If it is a mildly lycanthropic patient, it is possible to wear such clothes. But the three patients who have turned into beasts to this extent...
The hard hair on their bodies should have ground these ordinary clothes into fibers during the activity!
In other words - these three people did not experience the development process of lycanthropy, or the development process was very short.
Then they directly became ‘them’ now.
The development of lycanthropy goes against the common sense that Yanan has concluded for a long time?
Is this the reason why Henrik lost his mind on the battlefield?
“This is not right, Henrik.”
The young witcher has not yet spoken, but Gascoigne spoke more directly to Henrik.
The priest's tone also became serious and solemn.
"I have never seen a beast with blood-red eyes. Is this what you were doing just now? Have you seen this kind of beast before?"
This focus was different from Lan En's, so he recalled the eyes of ordinary lycanthropic patients.
Mentos accurately retrieved the memory image and projected it to the corner of the field of view.
That was the first lycanthropic patient Lan En encountered. In addition to large areas of bloodshot eyes, the round pupils collapsed and melted, like a ball of blood. Dizzy stains in eyes.
Those are the pupils of lycanthropic patients, and these eyes are like blood gems
"Yes, I have seen it, but that was, that was a long, long time ago."
The hunter, who had been dug out from his collarbone to his artery, spoke for the first time after standing up from the ground. The voice was difficult and contradictory, as if he was refusing to acknowledge some fact before his eyes.
Henric stood up and let out a sigh of relief.
“Put these three corpses here first, don’t touch them.”
“But Henrik, on the night of the hunting, the hunters were required to burn all the corpses together. In order to block the You know the beast-turned-plague.”
Gascoyne calmly repeated the hunter’s job requirements, but the old hunter who should have been more calm seemed to be a little unable to control his emotions at this time. .
"Don't worry about the rules for now. I will go find the people from the church and ask them to come and take a look. This is wrong! They must come and take a look!"
As Henryk roared out of control, Gasco Because of his rationality, he stopped trying to dissuade him.
"It seems you do know something, Henrik."
The priest put the trumpet gun back under the cover and asked calmly.
“I won’t ask if there are too many. Do you have any advice for me or Viola?”
After mentioning the name of Viola, Gascoigne's wife, the old hunter suddenly calmed down a lot.
After a moment of silence, his tricorn hat shook weakly.
"Suggestion. Let Viola stay at home and prepare enough incense to drive away beasts. Yes, even if this hunting night has just passed, you must urge her and let her prepare enough incense. . And about you? "
". Always ready to fight, Gascoigne, ready to hunt the beasts, and pray to the gods you once believed in, to the gods you believe in now, to all the gods you can think of. Pray. Pray that this is just an accident."
After that, the old hunter in the yellow coat walked out of the alley alone.
"I'll go find you at dinner and ask Viola to cook more."
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