The Original Seeker

"The real world is made up of the most complex colors." Bai Mo did not explain the life field, but was talking nonsense.

There are basically villages along the way, and the tsunami along the Mediterranean coast and the attacks on Rome seem not to have disturbed the leisurely life in the interior. There are countless olive trees along the way, and occasionally there will be a few barks of dogs when passing a house.

"This place is only more than a hundred kilometers away from Rome, but it seems like two different worlds." Bai Mo said with emotion.

"They spend most of the day busy with farm work, and the rest of the time they might see the outside world. For them, the only real impact is that the train to Rome in a town not far away has been temporarily canceled."

"I saw Shaowof Mountain."

"Well, this pleasant journey is almost over." Tigra, who was holding the steering wheel in front, said, "Where in the town at the foot of the mountain are you going?"

"Just put me on the outskirts of town. I'll just walk around."

"Then I'll stop right here."

"Can."

Bai Mo lowered his head in the back seat of the car, making a small opening on his skin with difficulty, and squeezed out a drop of blood that shone in the sun.

He put the blood drop on his fingertips, and when Tigra stopped the car and turned around, he flicked his finger gently and flicked the blood drop into Tigra's mouth.

"Mr. Bai, this is..." Tigra was about to ask, but then he realized that his whole body seemed to be strongly repelling the foreign object that had just entered his mouth. The reaction was so strong that he could not even speak clearly.

"Just a deal."

Bai Mo carefully observed Tigra's reactions in the back seat. He found that as soon as his blood entered the other person's body, it immediately aroused a strong rejection reaction. It was much more violent than when he injected the mutated lysosome, just like the white mouse. He guessed that It should be a question of the balance of power between the two sides.

At that time, I was stronger than the master of the mutated lysosome, but now I am far more powerful than Tigra, who had just appeared his first psychic organ. According to the classification of the institute, he was probably still at the first level of psychic power. I don’t know how many times stronger. , and if you have a life field, even a drop of blood contains the will belonging to the original body.

"I hope you can win, otherwise I will have to use my mind to retrieve this drop of blood to save you. It's rare to meet someone who suits your taste." Bai Mo murmured.

Tigra sometimes felt like he was being burned by fire, sometimes like falling into an icehouse. Problems began to occur with his body's perception and brain's cognition. It was extremely difficult to even concentrate on thinking about the current situation.

"No! If I give up thinking, what's the difference between me and a salted fish!" He struggled to form this idea in his mind, "I am a philosopher! Giving up thinking means declaring death!"

Relying on this "unyielding (self-hypnosis?)" will, Tigra kept thinking, even if his thinking was just counting from one to ten, and then from ten to one. Gradually, he found that the burning sensation subsided, the coldness almost disappeared, and everything began to return to normal.

"Good luck, the stimulation was successful." Bai Mo then used his mind power to retrieve the drop of blood from Tigra's body that had already begun to lose him in the struggle with the host's will.

"How do you feel about your body?" Bai Mo asked when Tigra just opened his eyes.

"What did you give me to eat just now?! I almost died!" Tigra ignored Bai Mo's question and asked angrily.

"The mysterious medicinal liquid from China, Yijin Marrow Cleansing Liquid, is a precious medicinal liquid that can greatly strengthen all aspects of quality if you pass the test of will after taking it." Bai Mo continued without blinking, "We are friends, I How could it harm you? See if you are much stronger now?"

Tigra was not used to his increased strength at first. As soon as his feet exerted force, his head hit the roof of the car heavily.

"Ouch!" he yelled, touching his head, and then found a dent in the roof of the car.

"Forgive me for being irritable just now, thank you very much for your gift." After being convinced that his strength in all aspects had made great progress, Tigra sincerely thanked Bai Mo.

"No, as I said just now, this is a deal."

"Um?"

Suddenly Tigra felt a heavy blow on the back of his neck, and then fell unconscious.

Bai Mo injected the unconscious Tigra with an injection of the anesthetic he had found in the den of thieves yesterday. Then he took out the scalpel from his suitcase, carefully compared the situation observed in his mind, and cut Tigra's two sides. The psychic growth part of the eye related to emotional vision was cut out and placed in a specimen box.

Then, Bai Mo completely wiped out his own will in the drop of blood he had just fished out, and then experimentally dripped it onto the incisions on the proliferated parts of Tigra's eyes. He was surprised to find that after absorbing the drop of his own blood, , granulations similar to the original hyperplasia began to grow at the original incision site.

Seeing this, Bai Mo felt as excited as he had discovered a new world.

"It seems that trading psychic organs will be a good job in the future." He said with a smile as he sewed the incision on Tigra's eyes, "but it might drain my blood."

"Try later to see if other people's blood has this effect." A crazy plan began.

"Are you awake? How do you feel?" Bai Mo asked after the anesthetic effect wore off.

"Okay, what happened just now?"

"I just performed a small operation on you to remove a small amount of useless substances remaining in the Yijin Marrow Cleansing Solution. In addition, I would like to remind you that after using this solution, your eyes will be able to recover for about two to three days. It may fail, but it will return to normal after that." Bai Mo's touch should last for two or three days, which should be enough for the granulation to grow back into the original tissue.

Although Tigra looked doubtful, Bai Mo did not explain further and put on an expression of "Whether you believe it or not, I believe it anyway."

"The strong can act arbitrarily. This is a very good saying." Bai Mo casually grabbed a stack of one hundred U.S. dollars from his bag and threw it in the car, then left gracefully.

Tigra held the ten thousand dollars and couldn't laugh or cry.

"Yes, the strong can do whatever they want. Who makes me the weak? It's useless to think too much. At least he is willing to deal with me fairly. Although I don't know what he did to my eyes, but the strength he gave me It's real, it doesn't matter if you can't use your ability for two or three days." Although Tigra guessed the other party's behavior, she still gave up pursuing it when she thought that Bai Mo could make him faint for no reason.

Bai Mo walked into the town carrying the suitcase. The town at the foot of Shaowof Mountain was also insulated from the tsunami due to its deep inland location, so it still had a lively atmosphere.

"Mom, that person looks different from the others." A four or five-year-old boy said, pulling on his mother's skirt.

"Little Tony, he is an Oriental." The woman explained to the child.

"Orientals? What is that?" The little boy continued. What is that?

Bai Mo walked on the street and quietly listened to the people around him talking about him.

"It doesn't seem to be a tourist area, but a relatively closed town."