MTL - Becoming An Ancient God From Blood Therapy-Chapter 6 Simple folk

While waiting for the food, Ross combined his returned head to conduct a comprehensive examination of his body.

He doesn't need sleep now, but needs to eat, and his head is just an ornament.

Although all functions of the head's vision, taste, touch, etc. have been restored after his processing, he can withdraw his will at any time and observe through a special headless perspective.

Moreover, if his consciousness is placed in a normal brain, it will limit his ability to think.

Through these extra-dimensional knowledge, Ross can clearly see and understand all the structures of the human body, and transforming the body through that knowledge is as simple as stacking building blocks.

But the premise is that there is enough biological energy.

At lunch, Carrington was frightened by Ross's terrifying appetite.

In the words of the young master, if you want to change the structure and shape of your body, you need a lot of energy and protein, so I need to consume a lot of sugar and beef in the future, so I need to be well prepared.

With sufficient food, the **** stab wound on Ross's neck has completely recovered, and the damaged vocal cords have also recovered, but there is still a scar on his neck.

With his current condition, these scars can be easily repaired, but it is not necessary.

The scar is a convenient device, like a zipper for a garment.

Putting a head on the body will restrict the mind, so Ross intends to take off the head at any time when needed to facilitate his own thinking.

This scar is the back door for easy removal of the head.

Having eaten and drank enough, Loosna's body was replenished with energy due to excessive blood loss, and finally had blood color, no longer the gray-blue color of a dead person.

"Prepare me some vegetables, such as lettuce, tomato, fish, and milk. I now need a lot of vitamin ABCD, as well as calcium and other trace elements."

Although Carrington didn't understand, he nodded immediately after hearing it: "Okay, young master! I'll prepare immediately."

Ross nodded slightly, and added, "You can't do this alone. Now that altar is no longer needed, you don't need to worry about others finding out. I have time to find a few reliable servants to help you, so that you can relax a bit."

Carrington naturally understood the kindness of the young master, and said respectfully, "Okay, young master."

After a pause, Carrington reminded: "Master, the town has been chaotic in the past two years, and it is not easy to find a few reliable people."

Ross smiled: "Don't worry, I have a way."

He has already thought about the plan to control the central area and develop blood therapy, but before that, he needs to use his own blood therapy to subdue the four most core and important subordinates.

In the following hour, Ross added a large amount of vitamins and trace elements. Through the special headless perspective, he saw that his overall body level had been initially balanced, and nodded with satisfaction.

"I'll adjust it slowly when I have time in the future."

Saying that, he stood up and prepared to go to excretion, and then take a shower, because there were other things to do this afternoon.

After taking care of personal hygiene, Ross combed his hair neatly and put on a decent black formal suit. He was quite satisfied with his appearance.

Today, he can even change his appearance and posture at any time, comparable to the legendary faceless monster, but that will consume a lot of energy.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, Ross went out.

His home is located in the center of the eight districts of Arkham Town, at No. 200 Cowen Street, at the junction of Cowen Street and Peabody Avenue. The location is considered to be the edge of the entire town.

Strictly speaking, the location of his home is not good. A block away, just 800 meters away, is the Arkham Sanatorium on the northern edge of the town, where a large number of crazy people are imprisoned.

About 600 meters to the east is Innsmouth Station, both of which can be said to be "full of talents".

As soon as he walked out of the house, there was a scream like killing a pig in the distance.

"Let go of me! Let go of me! Who do you think I am! I am the ultimate creature that surpasses human beings! I am the emperor of all of you! Let me go! You gangsters! Her Majesty is going to give birth to me a child! You traitors!"

Ross turned his head to look, a young man in a white patient uniform roared frantically, and several doctors in white coats pressed him to the ground, tied him tightly, and carried him back to the Arkham Sanatorium not far away. .

Ross followed the line of sight to the Arkham Sanatorium, which was five stories high and surrounded by high walls and iron gates. In his design, there were indeed many geniuses who went crazy because of contact with the ancient gods.

"This is my precious talent pool in the future."

"Well, this Arkham Sanatorium can be rebuilt in the future, and modified into an extraordinary shelter to house some special things." Los has already made plans for that place in his heart.

He plans to go to a nursing home tomorrow. The main purpose of going out today is to go to the place where he works, the city hall.

The City Hall is not far from here. Go south along Peabody Avenue and cross two blocks.

The buildings here are very dense, and the left side is a public square for citizens' activities. At this time, because there are not many people during working hours, only some children are running on it with simple toys.

On the right next to his house is the Bee Restaurant. The desserts here are very delicious. Every time you pass by, you can smell the fragrant creamy smell.

Los swallowed his saliva. He needed a lot of energy, but now he has no resistance to desserts.

Across the street from this dessert is the Arkham Court, which is also a temporary prison for prisoners whose sentences do not exceed one year.

Across the road from the court is the City Hall.

Just as he was passing by the intersection of City Hall, Ross heard a burst of gunfire in his ears, and looked west along Hyde Street, and found a heavily armed gang fighting with the guards.

Missiles and grenades are everywhere, comparable to a blockbuster movie.

The people around have fled in a hurry, only Ross was standing at the intersection, watching the performance ahead with a smile.

Behind the city hall, is the Arkham Armory, where a large number of firearms and ammunition are stored, and this group of robbers target the weapons.

Watching the fierce battle between the two sides, the bullets fired thousands of rounds, but miraculously, no one died.

Then the guards backed away inexplicably, and the bandits rushed in. It took ten minutes to remove almost half of the weapons.

Almost ten minutes after the robbers drove their trucks away, they were less than 200 meters away from here, and the police officers from the police station of a gas company just across the street "very quickly" hurried there.

Lazily tapped the situation, and then began to clean the battlefield. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

Ross recalled the report he just saw and laughed.

"What a group of dedicated police officers!"

The arms reserves here are all official from the Empire. These police officers are not greedy on the surface, so they cooperate with the gang in this way. After the arms are sold in the hands of the gang to make money, they will share the spoils together.

Well, a very good and tacit cooperation.

This is Ross' evaluation of them.

"Hey! What are you looking at! Go away!" Just as Lost was watching the whole process with a smile, a policeman raised his pistol and shouted at Loss with a vigilant look.

Ross raised his hand and smiled, then turned to leave.

Crossing the street, when I just arrived at the entrance of the city hall and faced Roston, I was diagonally across the street, and the scene outside the tram company attracted me.

At this time, the people waiting for the tram here were not panicked by the sound of gunfire not far away, but were very calmly waiting for the tram or reading the newspaper.

Because of all this, they have become accustomed to it.

At this time, not far from the tram stop, a lady passing by carrying a bag was suddenly stopped by a gangster, who threatened with a knife in one hand, and then took away her handbag.

The lady didn't panic. She only saw that the woman in her thirties had a gloomy face. The moment she handed the bag to the robber, she took out a pistol from the bag and shot the gangster in the chest.

"I've already been robbed three times by you guys! You damned scumbags!" the lady said, firing two more shots.

After beating the gangster to death, the lady took back her handbag, put away her gun, and walked towards the tram station as usual.

Los Angeles laughed: "It's really simple folk customs! Is this my citizen? Love, love!"