Chapter 92

The finance person first looked around, and after confirming that Bob was not there, he said.

"Bob has killed more and more people recently. Although most of them are enemies, it still caused turmoil, and it won't deal with the corpses. There are too many traces left along the way."

"Those police are already investigating. If it weren't for us having people in the police station, I'm afraid it would have been found."

"If this continues, I'm worried that the FBL will send people over..."

FBL, the famous intelligence agency in the United States, compared to the CIA, which operates in the world, the FBL, which focuses more on the inside, is actually the object of fear for major gangs in the United States.

Hearing this, Karl frowned a bit.

Bob, that is, the "chicken claw" he collected, the monster that looked like an alien that was resurrected after absorbing nutrients.

It could provide help to the person who resurrected it. As long as it was the enemy the master wanted to deal with, it could find them and kill them.

At first, it was to find Louis that he resurrected this thing. Later, he found it was indeed easy to use. Under a surprise attack, killing the enemy boss or something.

But now it seems that this thing has a problem~

Its first master seemed to be because it didn't deal with it cleanly, so he was sought by the police and finally fell into prison.

It seems that whether it is intentional or unintentional, it needs to be paid attention to when using it.

"I will restrain it. Has that thing been found?"

This was actually the second thing the finance person wanted to say. "Found it. That music doll box has been in a museum in England. It was stolen a few years ago, suspected to be stolen by antique thieves, and later appeared in Rose Town Manor. The people we sent before have already found it, and are now flying back."

Hearing this, Karl's spirit was shocked, and longing and expectation flashed in his turbid eyes.

Music doll box, originating from a myth legend in France called the Demon Box, but this box and it could only be said to have some relationship.

Its name is Jack-in-the-box. The real origin is that a clown actor was possessed by a demon to find a priest to exorcise the demon, but the priest had selfish motives. He deceived the clown, locked him in a specially made doll box, and forced him to fulfill his wish.

In the end, the priest successfully got a child of his own.

And he was looking for this box for this purpose: to fulfill wishes, restore youth, and prolong life.

The more powerful, wealthy, and influential you are, the more you are afraid of death.

He was too. He wanted to live.

He didn't want to die.

In the cave.

After recovering his energy, Louis returned to the cave for the first time.

Slap!

Opened the iron box, took out the head of the Hills Have Eyes cannibal with its face skin cut off and eyes closed tightly. Because it had been more than 23 days, this guy had long fallen into a deep sleep.

This wouldn't do. He caught it back, not to let it sleep, it must move!

Looking at the neck gap under the head, Louis soon thought of a way.

Not long after, a Latino trafficker corpse with a missing head and not much blood flowing was placed in the cave. Louis put on a bulletproof vest first, and then placed the head on the neck gap of the corpse.

As soon as it touched, the blood vessels were like being subjected to some kind of gravitational force, automatically adsorbed under the head, the bones were also wriggling slightly, the two gradually combined, flesh and blood began to derive, covering the newborn spine, a layer of skin also gradually spread to the neck, and even the whole body began to change.

The muscles began to expand, the body gradually became tall, and the originally normal human toes began to turn into sharp giant claws...

Not long after, the originally thin trafficker corpse actually became tall and powerful. If he put on that black windbreaker and wore a hat, it would be the reappearance of the Hills Have Eyes cannibal!

However, it still closed its eyes tightly and was in a deep sleep.

Louis didn't be careless, stabbed it with a knife, no reaction.

After stabbing a few more knives, this thing still had no reaction.

But Louis still didn't relax his vigilance.

Slap slap!

Clapped his hands.

Half an hour later.

On the cave wall, chains were across the sky, binding the tall cannibal to the wall. Its ankles were cut open, and bright red blood with a bit of black flowed down from the heels into the bucket below.

Vaguely, a fishy smell could be smelled.

Louis didn't dislike it at all, and even smiled, because if the blood was still bright red, it would represent that the experiment failed.

Taking this bucket of blood to refine gu insects would be a very good guide.

Moved the bucket away, took out a bag of blood, and stabbed it into the wrist to transfuse blood. Because it was a monster, there was no need to care about the rate, whether the blood vessels could bear it, etc., just pour it in at the maximum rate.

It's just so durable!

He wanted to see how fast this monster converted blood into its own blood, and he also needed to stick to its seven orifices to refine blood curse beads later, needing to replenish some blood in its body.

Very soon.

Time passed.

Louis calculated the conversion efficiency and the power of the new version of the blood curse beads.

This monster could indeed convert blood into magic blood, and currently, there was no limit to be seen, but perhaps because it was in a deep sleep, the conversion efficiency was limited, and it could only convert the whole body's blood once every twelve hours.

And the new blood curse beads were also very different. The blood beads condensed had a circle of black patterns around them, looking a bit strange, and their power was more than ten times that of ordinary blood curse beads.

In fact, he felt that this kind of blood curse bead produced from the cannibal might not be so simple, but what other special effects it had could only be left to explore in the future. He didn't have that much time to explore aimlessly.

Finally, Louis decided to name this kind of new blood curse bead Magic Blood Curse Bead.

After finishing this experiment, Louis looked at the cannibal tied to the wall like a dead pig, his eyes burning.

"Can't waste it, flesh and blood are all good things, gu art guide, magic blood curse bead, can be used as materials for other new techniques in the future, bones, bone marrow, fascia, wings, eyeballs, teeth..."

As a poor ghost on the mysterious side, even if these were some low-end mysterious side materials, Louis also regarded them as treasures.

What's more, this thing couldn't be used up, the whole body could be used, which could be called a treasure.

It must be preserved well.

However, should I change a base?

Louis came up with this idea.

Now he caught more than twenty beasts, and there were so many secrets, staying in the back mountain here was indeed a bit inconvenient.

Perhaps it was time to buy a small ranch, and then the eighteen fierce dogs under Kong Dong could let go of their hands and feet when guarding the house.

Well, investigate in two days, change a place.

After thinking this, Louis set his sights on the three sheep that were already starving to death beside him.

The use of the cannibal had been understood, now it was your turn.

(End of chapter)