A Zanpakutō at the beginning of Meiman

Chapter 934 Twisted Fate

The vehicle tumbled and fell to the bottom of the mountain from a cliff tens of meters high.

And the huge monster slowly came to the edge of the cliff, with those bloody and violent eyes, in this foggy and rainy night, like a ghost left in the world, it stared faintly at the broken vehicle at the bottom of the mountain.

A moment later, the huge monster slowly disappeared in the shadows, swallowed by a pitch-black spatial rift.

In the vast yellow sand shrouded in moonlight, the figure of a huge monster reappeared.

A petite woman appeared at some unknown time, her white and neat clothes outlined a seductive curve, and the huge hole in her chest, as well as the faint numbers under her chest, undoubtedly exposed her identity.

"Master Gwen, I have completed the task you gave me."

What is surprising is that the gigantic monster like a clown can speak human words.

It is an extremely rare Daxu Kirian with self-will at birth and with excellent potential.

"He's not dead, is he?"

Gwen said lightly.

"Don't worry, my lord. I noticed before I left that he still has breath." Killian replied respectfully: "And according to your intention, it is impossible for his hands to be restored."

"Good job."

Gwen dropped a piece of bloody meat at random, and said, "This is for you, eat it, and if you can evolve to Yachukas, come to Void Night Palace to find me."

After all, Gwen disappeared directly in place.

Killian stared at the bloody piece of meat, with greed in his scarlet eyes. He could feel that there was a huge energy in it, even dozens of times higher than that of ordinary Yachukas. .

Without any hesitation, it lowered its head and swallowed the piece of meat.

The shrill cry suddenly resounded through the desert, and the huge spiritual pressure was like a storm, rolling up immeasurable dust and sand, rushing to the high sky.

The huge shadow slowly shrunk until it became no different from an ordinary person, and then let out wanton and rampant laughter.

All the nearby Yachukas raised their heads and looked in the direction of the laughter.

A new Yachukas...is born!

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When Strange opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on the hospital bed.

What came into view was a pair of medical mechanical brackets, with several steel wires hanging down, hanging two hands wrapped in bandages and plaster.

Immediately afterwards, a familiar face appeared, it was Christine Palmer.

"It's okay, it's going to be okay, Strange." The sadness in Palmer's eyes was accurately captured by him.

A strong ominous premonition welled up in his heart, Strange's pupils dilated slightly, and he immediately looked at his hands. The ferocious steel nails fixed his fingers, pierced deeply under the skin, and were covered with sutures left by surgery.

He tried to bend and move his fingers, but what he got back was...a tearing pain.

"What did they do?"

Strange resisted the pain and asked in a trembling voice.

"They sent you here by helicopter, but it took a lot of time to find you, and they missed the golden period of repairing nerve damage..." Palmer couldn't help but choked up a bit, and couldn't bear to say Out of the back of things.

Because she knew very well how cruel it would be for a genius who focused on surgery.

"Tell me... what did they do!" Strange swallowed the saliva accumulated in his mouth, and asked again in a trembling voice.

He wanted to know the truth, wanted to know... what happened to him.

Palmer subconsciously turned his head to the side, suppressing the tears that were about to overflow his eyes, and said softly: "11 stainless steel needles were inserted into the bone, multiple ligaments were torn, severe nerve damage in both hands, and the tibia and patella of the left lower limb were shattered."

Strange's pupils shrank little by little, trembling violently like an earthquake.

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As a neurosurgeon, he knows that such an injury means that the possibility of recovering his hands is zero, and his left leg will even be severely disabled, and he will have to walk with crutches in the future.

"You were lying on the operating table for eleven hours." Palmer wanted to comfort him.

"Look at these steel nails..." Strange fell into the abyss, with boundless despair in his eyes, his career was over.

"Strange, no one can do better." Palmer said softly, "You're so badly injured, it's not easy for them to save your life, but your speed was too high at that time." It's almost... falling off a 70-meter cliff."

"Speed? No...no, that's not it!"

Strange suddenly became agitated, his swollen eyes were a little bloodshot, and he growled hoarsely: "It's not because of the speed of the car, it's not about the speed of the car at all, I was driven by a... a huge Monster, kicked off the cliff!"

As he spoke, he described the shape of the monster.

A height of about 150 feet, a steeple-like body shape with a thin top and a wide bottom, a pale mask with a clown nose, a black medieval witch coat, strange and violent scarlet eyes......

Listening to his description, Palmer fell into a brief silence, looking at Strange with a strange look.

Now she seriously doubted whether Strange had suffered damage to the nerves of his brain in the collision, and could not accept the facts before him, so that he made up a lie to allow himself to escape into fantasy.

"You...don't believe me?" Strange asked in a daze seeing Palmer's suspicious eyes.

"Strange...I know this will hit you hard, but...you have to recognize the reality." Palmer hesitated to speak, and said softly: "There is no Monster, everything is just your fantasy, in order to escape the fantasy produced by the brain, understand?"

"No! No! Not a fantasy!"

The muscles of Strange's face were distorted, looking a bit hideous and terrifying. He shook the stand excitedly and shouted sharply: "Believe me, there really is a monster, and it caused me to become like this, Palmer!"

Palmer was startled by him, and almost fell to the ground backwards.

The noise in the ward attracted the attention of the nurses outside. When they opened the door, they found that Strange was agitated, his face was covered with bulging veins and blood vessels, and his eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Palmer, like a raging man.

"Mr. Strange, please calm down!"

Two nurses rushed over, immediately held Strange down, and fixed him tightly on the hospital bed.

"Trust me! Palmer! Trust me!"

Strange stared at Palmer, and shouted: "Don't listen to their lies, what attacked me was a monster, it wasn't a car accident at all, I really didn't lie to you!"

Palmer was frightened by his appearance, and couldn't say a word for a while.

She had never seen Strange so agitated that he lost control, he looked like a... lunatic talking nonsense!

"Tranquilizer!" A nurse yelled: "The patient is out of control, push a tranquilizer!"

A sedative was pushed into the body, Strange was emotionally agitated, his eyes gradually lost focus, and he collapsed limply on the hospital bed.

"Nurse Palmer, please leave first." The black nurse said: "The patient is emotionally unstable, let him rest for a while."

Only then did Palmer come back to his senses, gave Strange a complicated look, and then slowly exited the ward.

When she came to the corridor, after some hesitation, she took out her mobile phone and made a call: "Hey, I have something to do, I want to trouble you, help me investigate, XXX mountain road car accident, what exactly happened."

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Nepal, Karma Taj.

A cup of tea was placed on the tea table, misty smoke rose from the cup, and Strange's hospital bed was reflected in it.

Gu Yi looked at the young man in front of him, and said dumbfoundedly: "So, this is the method you said?"

"I can't, really wait for him here for a few months?"

Lord took a sip of his tea, and said lightly, "Anyway, it's coming anyway, so it's better to speed up."

"You really..."

Gu Yi choked speechlessly, sighed: "Forget it, time is running out, that's fine, I just hope that he doesn't hate you."

"It's okay to hate me."

Lord put down his teacup with a blank expression, stared at Strange in the smoke, and said, "The so-called gift of fate has already been marked with a price. If you can't even figure this out, it's useless to teach."