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Chapter 157 Vaccines
In front of the station, the square.

The onlookers raised their terminal bracelets high, started the live broadcast on their personal video account, and took the title as:
【Explosion!The Yongcheng Grassroots Champion is tough again against the Xingang capitalists! 】

Good guy, it's too hot, full of class antagonisms.

In this era when the flood of information overwhelms reason, how to attract the attention of netizens is almost a basic skill that everyone must have.

Just the gimmick of Ning Luo, the hot search champion, and the drama of fighting against the capitalists are enough to attract a large number of people who eat melons.

Barrage flooded in.

【Oh? 】

【Isn't this Ning Luo】

[I just watched him in the Yongcheng live broadcast room last night, why are we fighting again]

[Who is the opponent? 】

[Is the anchor here, mark your identity! 】

Not long after, the introduction clarified: "The Blood Prison Sect is Wang Sheng, the manager of the business travel department of Fengxing Group. The one who looks at the Haimen is Ning Luo."

[Wang Haimen? 】

【? ? ? 】

[No, isn't he courting death? 】

However, this time, before the bad-mouthing bullet screen had time to brush up, the screen flashed on the light screen.

At that time, it was still the 4th year.

Lao Li was fixed on the blood gold bracket and could not move.

In the sea of ​​blood, metal is considered a rare item.

Because most of the limestone ore and a small amount of iron ore can be excavated in the 72nd peak.But high-grade metals such as gold, silver, copper, or blood gold are extremely rare.

The use of metal in making tools is considered extravagant and wasteful.

But if it's for the purpose of clarifying the blood plague, it's worth the money.

Old Li on the bracket was dripping dirty blood from the corner of his mouth, staring fixedly at Ning Luo, trying his best to break free from the golden lock, never resting, tireless.

In the projection, Ning Luo and Haiyan surrounded Lao Li.

Ning Luo was saying something in his mouth, and he was gesticulating.

Haiyan pinched her chin, nodded thoughtfully from time to time, and echoed in a low voice.

Coupled with his long snowy hair and Confucian-like temperament, he is completely worthy of the identity of the hero of the ancient puppet.

But who would have expected that such a gentle and gentle medical practitioner would be the most powerful person in this world, and even the lunatic who would rage and destroy the world in No.30!

The matrix seemed to not want the audience to see too much, so the screen was quickly swept away.

There was a short vacancy in the barrage, and then it filled the screen overwhelmingly.

[Why isn't he panicking at all? 】

[Is this really the first time playing Desolate Hell Realm? 】

【Mistake the point】

[Why did Haiyan stay at Wanghaimen in the fourth year]

[and you see what they are doing]

【? ? ? 】

[Could it be to cure the blood plague? 】

When Wang Shengshang was comforting himself, even intoxicated himself.

The audience's God's perspective has already noticed something strange.

Afterwards, Haiyan and Ning Luo still immersed themselves in the study of Wanghai Gate.

While thinking, his hands were not idle, and he was also making liver and kidney medicine powder to cure mania.

During this period, he also had an unexpected harvest.

One day, when Ning Luo used Xuansha's body to efficiently erode the blood contained in the medicinal herb, it attracted Haiyan's attention.

"Innate blood technique?"

"Innate blood technique. What is that?"

"You didn't even realize it yourself." Haiyan smiled and shook his head, "The so-called blood art is the mysterious power realized by resonating the lines on the heart wall and resonating with the world. Usually when the realm enters the realm of demon transformation , I, a half-demon, can perform the blood technique of my own life, and the effectiveness and power of the blood technique will change with the growth of the brand on the heart wall."

"And if the bloodline is stronger, it may be born with the ability to perform blood art, that is the innate blood art."

"But this kind of bloodline probably only existed in the ancient times."

Haiyan paused, then looked at Ning Luo: "Anyone like you who can perform blood skills when the blood veins are formed is also considered to be innate blood skills."

Ning Luo raised his eyebrows, his joy was beyond words.

The principle of the blood technique is actually very easy to understand, it is to replace the Dao pattern with the blood vein branding pattern, so as to perform the "spell".

This is really unintentional.

Previously, Ning Luo searched in every possible way, but was still unable to grasp Xuansha, but now he was able to turn the clouds and see the sun by chance, which is purely coincidental.

Haiyan looked at Ning Luo's thoughtful look, and smiled, "I know what you're thinking, but even if you have branded marks on your internal organs, there is still only one blood technique."

"Without crossing the sea, there is a plateau of red soil, where the strange races will use various blood techniques, as a teacher"

"I really want to catch two researches."

Ning Luo opened his mouth slightly, not knowing how to answer.

No, I haven't thought of that yet, why is your thinking more out of bounds than mine?
Besides, it goes without saying that Ning Luo also understands the uniqueness of the blood technique. After all, although there are many viscera, there is only one bloodline.

It's just that Haiyan called the beast master a strange race?
It's reasonable to think about it carefully, after all, he is now a half-demon, and the beast master is considered a foreign race.

But I am also human
The atmosphere fell into a brief stagnation.

Ning Luo suddenly asked: "By the way, sir, where did the blood plague come from? What do you seem to know?"

Haiyan suffocated.

He who can make the sea-covering state stagnate for a moment is enough to see how acute this question is.

Ning Luo knew that he seemed to have asked a question that shouldn't be asked.

In other words, the question was too hasty.

However, Haiyan didn't shy away from it in the end, and said frankly: "That is... the inheritance in the blood of the teacher. The inheritance told me to protect the descendants of the monster clan and persuade them to unite and not to fight. Only in this way can it be possible to resist that A blood plague that will eventually reappear."

Haiyan didn't elaborate.

But Ning Luo understood.

Bloodline inheritance is not something that ordinary half-demons are entitled to.

Therefore, Haiyan is indeed a descendant of the Overlord, this point can already be determined.

And the blood plague probably appeared in the ancient times.

From Haiyan's tone, it can be roughly heard that perhaps it was the blood plague that caused the demise of Huanggu.

It was also because of this that Haiyan almost instinctively realized that it was a blood plague.

Seeing that Haiyan didn't shy away from it, Ning Luo asked, "Then sir, the study of blood is not just to cure mania, but to prepare for the fight against the blood epidemic?"

"Well, almost." Haiyan shook his head disappointedly, "But as a teacher, I also wanted to cure mania and prevent disputes, but unfortunately I couldn't do it."

"Sir, isn't it done now?"

"That's right, thanks to that too"

"!!!"

Halfway through speaking, Haiyan's pupils suddenly shrank!

He remembered that if it wasn't for Ning Luo, he wouldn't have been able to find a cure for mania so quickly.

However, he immediately recalled the mysterious technique that Ning Luo had just performed, and suddenly realized it in his heart!

Haiyan looked at Ning Luo, and said anxiously: "Xiao Luo, may your life blood technique absorb your master's hard work?"

Ning Luo: "No problem."

Can be sure.

After all, "Xuan Sha" can even extract blood, and can even omit the step of boiling precious blood, which Ning Luo has already verified.

But he planned to hide his secrets and think about it by himself.

But now that Haiyan spoke, besides, he revealed his own secret just now.

That's emotional and reasonable, and Ning Luo shouldn't cherish himself with his broom.

He held his palm empty, and the creases on his heart wall resonated with the heaven and the earth.

Borrowing the power of Xuansha, Lao Li's heart and blood turned into thick blood mist, and then precipitated from his chest.

The blood atomized solution was dripped into the porcelain dish.

Haiyan stared at the bowl of turbid blood, shaking his head, his excitement was uncontrollable!

He simply felt now that Ning Luo seemed to be the noble person that Tiandao specially arranged for him to pave the way for him!

It's so important!

Whenever there is a bottleneck in research, Ning Luo will always stand up and break the situation in a way he didn't expect!

Open up repair paths, cure mania, and extract blood plague.
What he gained in just a few years even far surpassed the results of his previous thousands of years of penance!
Your Excellency!Really noble!
Ning Luo: Unfortunately, I am the same.

In Wanghaimen, knowledge is enough, precious blood vessels are enough, secrets are enough. Where can I find such a good place in the world?

If there had been a gathering place for information in the Dust Realm back then, he wouldn't have had to search so hard.

After half a month, the results came out.

The conclusion was as Ning Luo expected, the blood plague had nothing to do with mania, but was caused by the invasion of a heretical bloodline.

It may not be appropriate to say it is blood.

Using the similar concept in Ning Luo's memory, it can be said to be a virus.

It will use the blood as the host, and it will continue to proliferate, and the dove will occupy the magpie's nest.

And this kind of blood poison will cause the half-demon's body to become disordered and deformed, thus reducing it to a filthy demented madman.

Because of this, as long as the bloodline is strong enough, it will naturally be immune to this virus.

Just like the human immune system.

However, just knowing the cause of the disease cannot solve the blood plague.

Haiyan frowned: "Since that's the case, then we can only go back to the ancient road and cure the blood plague by reconciling the holy blood. But that will not save many people at all, and the half-demon will still face the disaster of extinction."

However, Ning Luo suddenly had a strange idea in his heart.

Why do you have to seek a cure?
Since the blood plague is a virus that uses blood as its host, why... not develop a vaccine?
Cure depends on science!
Ning Luo couldn't hold back the desire to try, and said eagerly, "Sir, I have a bold idea."

Haiyan said casually, "Let's listen."

Ning Luo: "Since the blood plague cannot engulf the high-level blood, can we reconcile the two together to obtain the blood of the disease that has lost its aggressiveness?"

Haiyan was dumbfounded, as if he was stupid.

He was only about to yell out the sentence: "You are really a fucking talent!"

What kind of genius idea is this? !

Treat the blood plague as a blood material to reconcile and inactivate it?
It is indeed feasible!
Because in this way, the bloodline of the half-demon will become the upgrade of the blood plague, and then the plague can only be reduced to the material for the sublimation of the bloodline, and can no longer harm the physical body.

This, is this really an idea that a half-demon can come up with? !
So in the sixth year, blood plague therapy came out.

It is 22 years earlier than the time when this plot should have appeared.

When Wang Sheng was still terrified by the changes in the script, how could he, without the perspective of God, understand that he was not the chess player from the beginning to the end, but just a lone piece on the chessboard.

Someone got into the cast, but he was just an actor.

But Ning Luo joined the crew as a screenwriter.

From this moment on, the script of the desolate prison world finally completely messed up.

(End of this chapter)