391 Chapter 45, Blood of the World

After everything disappeared, Hoffa realized that he was standing at the door of the fire escape, holding the wooden handle in his hand, and he had never moved from beginning to end. And in front of him was that extremely dirty and filthy place.

In the dark red, foul-smelling and filthy ward, there are old men lying on the iron frame in disorder. They are as thin as sticks, their bodies are covered with catheters, and they are motionless.

Beside their beds, there were also several nurses. They were far from being as clean and tidy as in the illusion. In the real world, their white clothes hadn't been washed for an unknown amount of time, and they were completely soaked in red. Their faces are dirty and thin, without any expression.

Hoffa quietly floated behind those nurses. They were replacing the viscera of an old man. They said they were visceral replacements, but in fact there was no medical common sense or precise operation at all. The skinny old man was lying on the bed, his chest cavity When it was opened, most of the internal organs were abnormally black and red, and they wriggled slowly, like a dying horse.

The old man had dense tubes hanging on his body, and an instrument was connected next to it, and the instrument was making a continuous beeping sound.

With the organs and blood bag in hand, the nurse replaced the old man with numb eyes.

Seeing Hoffa and Miller appear, they neither ran nor made a sound, but just repeated the operation in their hands quietly and mechanically.

As Hoffa watched, an old man's heart shriveled and collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye. blackened, or even carbonized. And the nurse slowly put a fresh beating heart into his chest cavity.

"Is it enough to just put the organs in like this, and don't they need to be matched?"

In the quiet space, Hoffa asked lightly.

"The drug suppresses the rejection and forces these hearts to work."

The nurse replied in a low voice, extremely obedient.

"Look, it's got the heart."

Following the nurse's fingers, a stream of black-purple gas gushed out from the old man's broken blood vessel, grabbing the heart like a tentacle. The heart throbbed violently, like a horse being whipped.

Hoffa noticed that although the world here is completely different from the world in the illusion, there is a small crystal tube on the bottle used by the old man that is exactly the same as in the illusion. There is a lavender liquid in the crystal tube that is slowly rotating, emitting It means mysterious and unpredictable.

"What is this potion?" Hoffa asked.

"The blood of the world, that's what they call it." The nurse said numbly and calmly.

"Do you know what it is?" Hoffa asked again.

The nurse shook her head, "We don't know anything."

Hoffa: "How long have you been doing this?"

The nurses seemed to have been pricked by a needle. They cowered and lowered their heads, and replied, "Three or three years."

"Three years, how many organs have you replaced in three years?"

"I don't know, everyone changes one a day, sometimes two"

They murmured, with nothing but despair in their eyes, and nothing but numbness and lingering fear.

Looking at their appearance, Hoffa suddenly thought of the animals waiting to be slaughtered in the slaughterhouse. They were covered in excrement. Although they were alive, they were lifeless, and their eyes had lost their aura, like walking corpses.

"Why don't you run away?" Hoffa asked softly.

"I can't escape, this place is blocked, and nothing is allowed in except for organs and food."

Hoffa understood that it was suffocating for such a cruel and ruthless thing to happen in this gorgeous city.

"If you want to kill us, hurry up." The nurse burst into tears, and they begged: "Don't ask, we don't know anything, we don't want to do this"

Hoffa looked at them in surprise.

"We're going to hell."

The nurse said, "Watching these bloody organs disappear from our hands every day, we all know that one day we must go to hell, this land is so disgusting. Please. Let's get rid of it. We will never die again." I don’t want to come to this place anymore, I don’t want to be born in this world”

Hoffa was taken aback. Although the nurse's words were soft, they were filled with unparalleled determination and a certain kind of undistorted will, which shocked him even as a wizard.

Miller stood up and said loudly: "What are you talking about! Since you are being forced, run for your life. The fire escape has been opened, so hurry up if you want to leave!"

Unexpectedly, the three nurses stayed in place without moving, and they had no intention of fleeing at all.

Hoffa stopped Miller. He shook his head and said, "We won't do this kind of thing. If you want to end it, you can end it yourself. It has nothing to do with me. If you want to end it, please go out and end it. I still have something to ask." these people."

Miller looked at Hoffa in astonishment, as if he had never known him before.

Hoffa's indifference was shocking. The nurses stood up from the bed and filed out from Hoffa. I don't know if he is going to flee for his life or to kill himself, but Hoffa doesn't care about all this. After decades of dreaming, he has realized that there are some things he cannot change.

"You're cold, Hoffa," Miller whispered beside Hoffa.

Hoffa didn't speak, his fingers slid across the iron frame bed, and came to the old man whose chest cavity was opened. The purple-black gas flowed in the organs in his chest cavity. The old man was lying on the bed with a contented and blissful smile on his face. Little did he know that he had already been disemboweled in reality.

"Ho ho ho ho."

A violent tremor made Hoffa look away.

The old man on the other iron frame bed suddenly twitched, his chest rose and fell, not making strange noises, and his arms kept twisting. Hoffa came to the twitching old man.

His body began to dry out at a speed visible to the naked eye under the purplish black gas, the moisture decreased a little bit, and the bones protruded a little bit. He rolled his eyes and still had a satisfied smile on his face.

drop!

drop!

drop!

drop!

The instrument on the side quickly issued an alarm, and even had a sound prompt.

"Please change organs, please change organs, please change organs"

Naturally, Hoffa would not replace his organs. He just stood aside and watched silently. After the old man twitched violently for a while, his skin and blood vessels gradually turned pale. It took less than three minutes for him to go from violent twitching to slight twitching until he was completely still. Finally, when the siren on the machine disappeared, he had completely shrunk into a small ball of bones, several sizes smaller than others.

"What is this, Slytherin's curse?" Miller murmured beside Hoffa.

"No, the curse of Slytherin is very painful. I see people like them happy until they die."

Miller looked around with lingering fear, "My God, what is going on in this place, and what are the monsters in the illusion?"

"They're dreaming, those monsters, I'm afraid they imagined them to protect themselves. See, this is what makes them enter the dream world."

Hoffa took down the crystal tube next to the dead old man. This time he didn't touch it with his hands, but pulled the tube to lift it up.

At this time, there was a creaking sound from another bed.

However, this time it was not the old man who was shriveled and dying. This was an old man who looked a little younger. I saw the old man touching his head, sitting up from the bed with a painful face, shaking his head vigorously, humming Haw mumbling non-stop.

Hoffa stared at the old man carefully for a while, and found that the crystal tube on his hanging bottle was empty.

After mumbling for a while, the old man saw Hoffa and Miller standing aside, and couldn't help asking, "Who are you?"

"Who are you?" Hoffa asked.

I am Locke Locke Martin" the old man muttered, "It seems to be called this."

"Who is Locke Martin?" Hoffa asked.

The old man looked dull, and he didn't seem to know who Locke Martin was.

Miller touched his chin and said, "I've heard of this man. He is the most famous arms dealer in North America and one of the largest oil producers in the world. However, it is said that he died in 1943. How could he it's here."

The old man sitting on the bed suddenly realized, "Yes. Yes you reminded me. I'm the one who sells oil and ammunition. It's just what the hell is this place, it just stinks, stinks."

He remembered something, his expression suddenly changed from dazed to severe, and he cursed: "Nurse, damn it, damn it, nurse, where did my medicine go! Where is the blood of my world! You bastards ! Despicable moth!"

However, the nurse had already left. He yelled for a long time but couldn't find anyone, so he couldn't help turning his eyes to Hoffa.

There was a strong longing on that dry face, and that longing was burning in his eyes, making people think of his appearance when he was young. Hoffa looked into those eyes and thought of Sylby.

"Hey, boy, what are you holding in your hand!?"

The old man noticed the lavender crystal tube in Hoffa's hand, and stretched out his hand: "That's not yours, give it back to me."

Hoffa took a step back: "Give it back to you, can you still move?"

The old man rushed towards Hoffa, but fell directly to the ground because of his aging body. He lay on the ground, beating the dirty floor in pain, and cursed: "Bastard, you can't even let me, an old man, relive my youth. Why are you so cruel, why are you so cruel?"

Hoffa glanced at the crystal tube in his hand, and said lightly: "I can give it to you, but I have one condition."

"Tell me." The old man blurted out,

"How did you know the half-human king, tell me, and I'll give it to you." Hoffa asked.

"Ah, you said that guy, I have known him for a long time." The old man slowly got up from the ground: "I have known him since the 19th century. At that time, he used very advanced technology to heal my father. The illness prolongs his lifespan by at least fifteen years. Later, when I got old, I also got sick, but this time, he didn’t treat me with those cold metals, he saved me with a living organ transplant. It was also in At that time, he recommended this to me."

He pointed to the crystal tube in Hoffa's hand, showing a longing look: "Now, can you give it to me?"

"What about this?"

Hoffa shrank his hand and continued to ask, "What is the blood of the world?"

The old man shook his head irritably: "I don't know either. But as long as you take it, you can enter a whole new world. In that world, I will not age, in that world, I will never die, in that world In the world, unlike the reality where there are intrigues and intrigues, in that world, I am the supreme king."

"laugh."

Miller smiled and said, "Aren't you supreme in reality, with so much money and such a high status? You have to look for that kind of thing in your hallucinations."

"What's the use, what's the use!" The old man growled, and he pointed around and said, "Look what they did to me, look where I live!? What do you know!? As long as I'm alive One day, I can't do whatever I want!! The damn jobs, the papers, the business, the President's order, the congressional relationship, and those two damn parties bickering endlessly. Only Only in that place can I find peace! Only in that place. That place”

The old man couldn't restrain himself anymore, he reached out his hand to Hoffa and begged, "Give it to me."

Hoffa was indifferent, and continued to ask: "How much will the half-human king charge you for providing you with the blood of the world!"

"You're never finished! So many questions!!"

The old man roared with a distorted expression.

Hoffa didn't move; he didn't bat an eyelid.

After taking a few heavy breaths, the old man had no choice but to give in, and said, "It costs 100 million pounds a year."

Hoffa asked, "How many members are there in that half-human church?"

"Probably not less than a hundred."

"Do you pay for everything?"

"Yes, pay for everything."

Hoffa's heart stopped beating.

Miller felt sorry for him: "Hoffa."

Hoffa asked: "Do you think we can start a company worth 10 billion pounds a year?"

"That has to be the level of all the goblins in Gringotts combined."

Miller said.

"Ah, that makes sense."

Hoffa murmured in a low voice: "Silby sells potions that make them fall into dreams to these dying rich people, so that they can have extraordinary experiences far beyond reality. But these extraordinary experiences need physical support. These aging rich people have physical bodies Unable to bear the medicine provided by the half-human king, they can only collect fresh organs everywhere to continue their dream life.

And Sylby took the dues paid by these rich people and recruited troops everywhere. Huh, no wonder he always has endless resources. I don't know how many places like this exist in the world. "

"I've told you everything I know, hey, give me the potion quickly! Hurry up!"

The old man kept urging impatiently.

"Do you want to use this thing? Now that there are no nurses around you, who will replace your organs?" Hoffa said lightly.

"You don't care about me! Look at me like this! What's the difference between death and death, anyway, the time in it is infinite, and there is my real hometown, hurry up! Give it to me! Give it to me!"

Miller couldn't take it anymore, he immediately walked up to Locke Martin, lifted him up, and then waved his hand, bursting fire sprayed out, burning a big hole in the wall of the hospital, and he carried the old man to the hospital. He was stretched out from the burning hole, facing the height of dozens of floors.

"You want to die so much, just jump down and reopen!"

Miller sneered, "What kind of medicine do you drink?"

"No!! Let me go!! Let me go!!"

The old man was terrified now, he screamed: "I can give you money, I can give you money, you see, I have 5,000 acres of land in North America, and a billion-dollar planting industry in South America, I still have arms business and oil fields! Let me go, the price is easy to negotiate!!"

"Wow~"

Miller tilted his head and asked Hoffa: "Brother-in-law, what do you think, do we want it?"

Hoffa looked at the eager eyes of the tycoon, and said lightly: "When I was the Minister of Magic in a nightmare, I encountered such a thing, saying that houses in one place were very expensive, and everyone scolded the houses in that place, but everyone People want houses in that place, and they have to borrow money to buy them, so the houses in that place are becoming more and more expensive amidst a lot of scolding. ?”

Miller was taken aback, this was the first time Hoffa took the initiative to tell him what happened in the nightmare ahead of time.

"That's right, I understand."

After all, he smiled evilly and was about to let go.

As soon as his hand loosened slightly, Locke Martin screamed and kicked his legs frantically: "Hey!! I know what you want to do, don't you want to trouble the half-human king? I think you know where the rest of the people are!? You Let him let me go! Let me go!!"

Hoffa hooked his fingers, and Miller threw him back in disgust. The extremely light old man fell in front of Hoffa like a broken sack. His bones probably broke, and he kept wailing at Hoffa's feet. .

Hoffa bent down slowly, and shook the crystal tube in front of the old man.

"Say it, I'll go find them, and you'll be free."

Locke Martin, who was in extreme pain, looked at the crystal tube, and there was a face reflected in the crystal tube, which was what he used to be, that was his youthful face, he stretched out his hand stupidly, and said: "The rest of the people are in Genoa. .Guarded by the most elite troops of the half-human king. He once sent me an invitation letter to seek treatment from him. It's a pity. I'm too confident. I really regret that I didn't listen to him ah"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to the crystal tube suspended in mid-air. And this time, Hoffa didn't stop him. When he touched the crystal tube, a satisfied smile appeared on his face immediately, and he grabbed it in his hands, the veins on the back of his skinny hands were like iron hooks.

"But it doesn't matter, I'm about to wake up again. At the other end of the world, there is no such stinking reality, there is the most beautiful gift prepared for me only. Ah. The best years, the best times, you say. my baby"

His obsessed demon whispered, and then he pulled the plug directly and swallowed the tube of lavender liquid in one gulp.

The crystal tube fell to the ground, clinking and spinning.

Suddenly, he stood up. It seems that he has regained the all-powerful glory of his youth, and Hoffa can't understand where the strength of this skinny old man comes from. He quickly pulled Miller behind him and raised his cross sword to prevent the change from happening.

But there was no other movement. Lockmartin, who drank the blood of the world, opened his arms, and his body curled and shrank rapidly in a few seconds, like a pile of foam being thrown into an invisible flame, being crazily burning.

In just a few seconds, he was burned from a living person to bones, and finally even his bones were burned to ashes, disappearing without a trace.