Chapter 934 Twisted Destiny
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The vehicle rolled down from a cliff dozens of meters high and fell to the bottom of the mountain.
The huge monster slowly came to the edge of the cliff, and its pair of red and violent eyes, in this foggy rainy night, were like the ghosts and ghosts remaining in the world, staring at the broken vehicle at the bottom of the mountain.
After a moment, the huge monster slowly disappeared into the shadows, and a dark space rift swallowed it up.
In the vast yellow sand shrouded in moonlight, the figure of the huge monster reappeared.
A petite woman appeared out of nowhere. Her plain white and neat clothes outlined her seductive curves. The huge hollow on her chest and the faint numbers under her breasts undoubtedly exposed her identity.
"Lord Gwen, I have completed the task you assigned me."
What's surprising is that the giant clown-like monster actually speaks human words.
It is an extremely rare Daxu Killian who possesses self-will right after birth and has extremely excellent potential.
"Is he not dead?"
Gwen said calmly.
"Don't worry, sir. I noticed before I left that he was still breathing." Killian replied respectfully: "And according to your wishes, it is impossible for his hands to be restored."
"Well done."
Gwen dropped a piece of bloody meat at random and said: "This is a reward for you. Eat it. If you can evolve to Yachukas, come to Xuye Palace to find me again."
After that, Gwen disappeared directly.
Killian stared at the bloody piece of meat, with a trace of greed in his scarlet eyes. He could feel that it contained a huge amount of energy, even dozens of times more than ordinary Yachukas. .
Without any hesitation, it lowered its head and swallowed the piece of meat.
The shrill screams suddenly resounded through the desert, and the huge spiritual pressure was like a storm, rolling up immeasurable dust and sand and rushing high into the sky.
The huge shadow slowly shrank until it became no different from an ordinary person, and then let out wanton and wild laughter.
All the nearby Achucas raised their heads and stared at 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 a hospital bed.
What came into view was a medical mechanical stand with several steel wires hanging down, hanging two hands covered with bandages and plaster.
Then, a familiar face appeared, it was Christine Palmer.
"It's okay, it'll be okay, Strange." He accurately captured the sadness in Palmer's eyes.
A strong ominous premonition surged into his heart. Strange's pupils dilated slightly and he immediately looked at his hands. The ferocious steel nails fixed his fingers, piercing deeply into the skin and covered with lines left by surgical sutures.
He tried to bend and move his fingers, but what he received back was... tearing pain.
"What did they do?"
Strange endured the pain and asked with a trembling voice.
"They sent you here by helicopter, but it took a lot of time to find you and missed the golden period to repair the nerve damage..." At this point, Palmer couldn't help but choked up and couldn't bear to say it. What happened next.
Because she knew very well how cruel it would be for a genius who focused on surgery.
"Tell me... what they did!" Strange swallowed the saliva accumulated in his mouth and asked again with a trembling voice.
He wants to know the truth, wants to know... what happened to him.
Palmer subconsciously turned his head to the side, holding back the tears that were about to overflow his eyes, and said softly: "Eleven stainless steel needles were inserted into the bones, 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 and trembled violently like an earthquake.
As a neurosurgeon, he knew very well that such an injury meant that the possibility of resuscitating his hands was zero, and his left leg would even be severely disabled, and he would have to use crutches to walk 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 were too seriously injured. It was not easy for them to save your life, but your speed was too high at that time. Almost... fell off a seventy-meter cliff."
"Speed? No...no, that's not the case!"
Strange suddenly became excited, his swollen eyes were bloodshot, and he roared hoarsely: "It's not because of the speed of the car, it's not about the speed at all, I was... a huge... The monster kicked it off the cliff!"
As he spoke, he described the shape of the monster.
About one hundred and fifty feet in height, a spire-like body that is thin at the top and wide at the bottom, a pale mask with a clown nose, a black medieval witch's coat, a strange and violent scarlet gaze...
Listening to his description, Palmer fell into a brief silence and looked at Strange with a strange look.
She now seriously doubted whether Strange had suffered damage to his brain nerves during the impact and was unable to accept the facts before him, so he made up a lie to allow himself to escape into fantasy.
"You...don't believe me?" Strange asked in a daze when he saw Palmer's suspicious eyes.
"Strange...I know this is a big blow to you, but...you have to recognize the reality." Palmer hesitated and said softly: "Not at all. Monster, everything is just your fantasy, to escape the fantasy created by your brain, do you understand?"
"No! No! It's not a fantasy!"
The muscles on Strange's face were distorted, looking a bit ferocious and terrifying. He shook the stand excitedly and shouted loudly: "Believe me, there is really a monster, and it made me become like this, Palmer!"
Palmer was startled by him and almost fell to the ground.
The noise in the ward attracted the attention of the nurse outside. When he opened the door and walked in, he found Strange in a state of agitation, his face covered with bulging veins and blood vessels, and his bloodshot eyes staring at Palmer, like a furious maniac.
"Mr. Strange, please calm down!"
Two nurses rushed over and immediately held Strange down, fastening him to the hospital bed.
"Believe me! Palmer! Believe me!"
Strange stared at Palmer and shouted, "Don't listen to their lies. It was a monster that attacked me. It was not a car accident at all. I really didn't lie to you!"
Palmer was frightened by his appearance and was stunned for a long time, unable to say a word.
She has never seen Strange so excited that he loses control of his emotions. He is like a...crazy man who talks nonsense!
"Tranquilizer!" a nurse shouted: "The patient is out of control, give him a sedative!"
A sedative was pushed into his body. Strange was so emotional that 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."
Palmer came back to his senses, glanced at Strange complicatedly, and then slowly exited the ward.
When she came to the corridor, after much hesitation, she took out her mobile phone and made a call: "Hey, I have something to do, and I want to trouble you. Help me investigate what happened in the car accident on XXX Mountain Road."
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Nepal, Kamal Taj.
There is a cup of tea on the tea table, misty smoke rises from the cup, and Strange's hospital bed is reflected in it.
Gu Yi looked at the young man in front of him and said in confusion: "So, this is the method you said?"
"You can't really wait for him here for a few months, right?"
Lord took a sip of tea and said calmly: "It's coming anyway, so why not speed up a little bit?"
"You are really..."
Gu Yi was speechless and choked, sighing: "It doesn't matter, time is running out, it doesn't matter. I just hope he doesn't hate you."
"It's okay to hate me."
Lord had no expression on his face, put down his tea cup, stared at Strange in the smoke, and said: "The so-called gift of fate has actually been marked with a price. If you can't even figure this out, it's useless to teach him."
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