Chapter 606: Still Internal Organs The dark green light turned into rays, and as soon as it rushed out, it landed on the old man's chest and sank into the loose black robe. It was like the sunshine, and no one could dodge it. The old man, who looked seven or eight years younger, suddenly had a distorted expression, and every inch of exposed skin on his body showed signs of melting. His breath was rapidly weakening. Almost at the same time, a vigorous and tangible vitality burst out from his body. Under the melted and peeled skin, the flesh and blood squirmed, resisting the deformation. The eyes of the old man in black robe suddenly became gloomy, and his whole body suddenly faded and disappeared. Then, a blurry face appeared on the chair next to the dining table, blending with the brown wood and about to become clear. At this moment, from the ceiling covered with red flames, raindrops of fire fell, pouring onto the armchair and quickly igniting it. The brown face had not yet fully formed when it faced the blazing flames and had to shrink back. Then, Lumian could no longer see or sense the presence of the old man in black robes. He had just glanced around when Lugano, who was lying on the dining table, sat up suddenly, jumped down, and looked at him with empty eyes, like a wandering zombie.

Lumian chuckled, raised his right hand and pointed at Lugano. Along with this movement, bright spots appeared in his eyes, as if the starry sky had descended. Lugano suddenly came to an empty night sky, with stars twinkling above, below, left, right, front and back. He stood there in a daze, without any subsequent action, like a machine that had lost its energy and operator. Lumian dealt with his servants and looked around again. But all he saw in his eyes was flowing, burning red flames, and there was no trace of the old man in black robe at all. Lumian's expression didn't change at all. He stretched out the five fingers of his right hand and suddenly clenched them into a fist. His body suddenly became heavy, and the flames around him rushed towards him like a river rushing to the sea as if attracted by a magnet. The bottles and jars in the room, the organs from different parts of the body, and all the light objects flew up and landed at Lumian. The transparent figure of the old man in black robe protruded from the surface of the wooden coat rack near the door. He was pulled away from his hiding place by an invisible force. He struggled hard, but he could not resist the tendency to move closer to Lumian, like a piece of wood caught in a flood or a thin leaf fluttering in a strong wind. Lumian's left hand had already been raised, and the red-white flame in his palm quickly turned into a small ball of blazing white with the help of the heavy suction. The compressed white fireball was launched out, and the heavy and terrifying suction disappeared. Bang! The old man in black robe finally stepped on the floor, but his vision was completely occupied by the blazing white fireball. Rumble! A blazing white fireball exploded on the Extraordinary Person who performed evil surgeries and strange rituals. The noise of the explosion spread out into the distance but was blocked by the darkness that curved down from all sides of the room and could not penetrate. In such a violent explosion, no one on the ship heard the sound or sensed anything unusual. Rumble! The body of the old man in black robe was torn into pieces by the horrific explosion. A large number of body parts were either charred black or stained with flames in an instant, and scattered to every corner of the living room and dining room. With "Psychic" and Ludwig as his backup, Lumian fully enjoyed the authority of "Governor of the Sea" and the nearly demigod-level power that came with it, without caring at all about what the enemy would become. So cool, is this a demigod? Even if it's just a fake demigod... Too bad, by six o'clock and dawn, it's gone... Lumian sighed as he cast his eyes towards the burning corpses.

He took a quick glance and found that the black-robed old man's flesh and blood was burned into charcoal or ashes faster than he had imagined, just like solidified ice encountering the impact of magma caused by a volcanic eruption. After just a few seconds, the only internal organs left in the room were the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys, intestines, stomach and a gray, half-charred brain. This... Even if Lumian thought with his feet, he could find that the situation was a little unusual: Apart from the brain, the remaining remains of the enemy were all internal organs. The evil surgery he just completed was to remove someone's internal organs and make the person look like a normal person and continue to live! At the same time, he performs a strange ritual in which he uses a whole set of internal organs to try and piece together the body of the so-called Son of God! These are all internal organs, it's hard not for Lumian to have certain associations. "Could it be that this guy himself had his internal organs cut out, and then relied on piecing together the internal organs of others to stay alive and become a Beyonder? What is this called, human alchemy? If it's true, who cut out his internal organs?" Lumian muttered silently. The stars in his eyes quickly faded and Lugano returned to the real world. Lumian raised his right hand from a distance of four or five meters and swung it gently. Snapped! Lugano was slapped in the face by an invisible hand through the air. He shuddered, and the emptiness in his eyes gradually disappeared. The first thing Lugano saw was the falling red flames, which quickly went out without igniting anything. Then, he saw charred body parts, scattered internal organs, glass jars filled with light amber liquid and organs soaked in it. Am I still not awake... Is this a horrible dream? As soon as Lugano had this thought, the image of his employer, Louis Berry, with black hair and green eyes, appeared in his eyes. Son of a bitch, the dream is even more terrifying! Lugano shuddered and asked subconsciously with a hint of flattery: "what's going on?" Lumian asked thoughtfully: "What did you dream about?" What dream did you have? Lugano confirmed his current sobriety and recalled: "I dreamed about my childhood. My mother was standing at the door, telling me to go home quickly for dinner. She also sang a nursery rhyme from my hometown... "She has been dead for almost ten years. I miss her so much. I keep walking towards the door, but I can never reach it..." At this point, Lugano suddenly realized that this was not the suite he and his friends were staying in, and he was shocked and said: "What happened?" Lumian smiled and said: "You were sleeping in the middle of the night and suddenly you were sleepwalking. When you got here, an old guy was going to perform an operation on you and remove your kidneys, so that you would slowly become a patient like Ennio." The more Lugano listened, the more frightened he became. He had been wondering how a guy like Ennio, who had lost most of his internal organs, could still be alive, just becoming weak. He almost became a similar person just now! "Hiss..." He took a breath and asked tremblingly, "Where is that old guy?" “These are all that’s left.” Lumian pointed to the viscera and the grayish-white, half-burnt brain on the ground. Without giving Lugano a chance to sigh, he instead ordered: "Go and bring Ludwig here." Calculating the time, it’s almost time for the midnight meal.

Lugano hurried out of the suite, feeling extremely fortunate that he had chosen to follow Lumian to the Southern Continent. Otherwise, if he encounters a similar thing somewhere else, no one can save him! ——Lugano felt that this matter had nothing to do with Lumian and was purely his own fault. If he were in Trier, he might also encounter strange patients who had lost their internal organs. Lumian looked at his back, raised his right hand, and stroked his chin: "Just by hearing the crying of a baby caused by the failed ritual, the Beyonders of the Cultivator Path will be affected after falling asleep, and act in a sleepwalking state and accept corresponding orders? "Isn't this too much? This is an absolute suppression of the 'cultivator' path... “If that ritual succeeded and the Son of God was truly born, I could understand similar phenomena. But now it is still a failed product. How can it be so strong? “Even with the range restrictions, it’s still terrifying… Is there a key reason I’m not aware of? "Also, only the Beyonders of the Cultivator or Sower pathways can hear the cry of the Son of God? Well, will the Pharmacist pathway, which can be interchanged with the Cultivator pathway, also be able to hear it?" While Lumian was lost in thought, Lugano led Ludwig into the suite. Facing this rather bloody scene, Ludwig covered his mouth and yawned: "Where's the food?" Lumian did not make a request immediately, but turned to look at Lugano: "You go and guard the door." With the blood-drinking incident before, Lugano could vaguely guess what would happen, but he didn't dare to face it directly. After hearing Lumian's instructions, he breathed a sigh of relief, ran to the corridor, and closed the vermilion door with his backhand. Lumian then pointed at the internal organs on the ground and said: "Do you need me to bake it for you?" Ludwig glanced sideways at Lumian: "Don't you feel repulsive? “These are all human entrails.” Lumian laughed: "In my eyes, this is equivalent to the entrails of a monster." Then, he showed a self-deprecating expression: "Besides, isn't it the same as cannibalism if Beyonders directly use their Beyonder characteristics to advance?" Ludwig said nothing more. He walked sideways a few steps, squatted down, picked up the old man's heart, put it in his mouth, and began to chew. The still bright red blood dripped slowly down the corners of his mouth. Lumian pulled up a chair and sat down, patiently waiting for Ludwig to finish eating and digest his food. After seven or eight minutes, Ludwig took out a white handkerchief from his coat pocket, wiped his mouth and said: "These internal organs belong to different people. Some are extraordinary, some are ordinary people, some are old, and some are young... "There are traces of human body refinement, and the breath of life is mixed and not pure enough... "It will be controlled and influenced by the refiner... “The person who was refined didn’t know that he had been subjected to this thing. “He has complete memories and recollections of the past, which is something that ordinary human beings cannot do. "He followed Ennio onto the ship, hoping to remove the remaining organs and complete the ritual before he reached his destination..." Ludwig spoke in a straightforward tone about the knowledge and memories he had absorbed. PS: As you all should know, China Literature just held its annual meeting and went to Singapore. I just got home yesterday. Alas, I was able to travel back and forth entirely relying on my saved manuscripts, so I didn't stop updating. I am grateful for the saved manuscripts, but there is only one left now. I am not used to writing and publishing without revising, and I am really tired. I need to rest for a few days. Well, if there are extra chapters due to monthly tickets this month, I will put them on Saturday or Sunday. Tomorrow is the normal update time, and it will not be advanced, and there is no way to advance it. That means the second chapter will be written and published immediately. Thank you everyone. (End of this chapter)