I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 118
Gansel looked at the tip of the knife that was close at hand, and he seemed to be able to see the ease and comfort he felt after cutting his chest and lungs open.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling the beating of the heart and the expansion and contraction of the lung lobes. He thought about how wide and deep this gap needs to be opened, so that it is the most suitable wound for exchanging gas... Well, let the blade penetrate three points first. Let's try one of the lung lobes to see the effect. If the effect is not good, continue to go deeper.

But you must not allow the blade to penetrate the lung lobes completely, otherwise if there are wounds on both sides of the lung lobes, oxygen will have to go out from this side as soon as it enters the lungs... Wouldn't it be a waste of effort!

He is still thinking about how to perfect his pioneering operation, how to optimize the steps, and how to fill in the details of the hole.

And the tip of the knife is also gradually approaching him, and Mr. Nello also has a surprised and shocked expression on his face... Hehe, I am surprised. You will be even more surprised when you see my results later. Both you and Mr. Winfreys are sure to be struck by my timeless thought! ! !

However, things in the world will never allow Gansel to get his wish. Just when his chest was about to hit the tip of the sharp blade, a nimble figure suddenly appeared from the side, and suddenly raised his leg and kicked him with a big foot. He kicked him so hard that he flew upside down, fell to the edge of the platform, and almost fell to the abyss below.

The force of this straight kick is actually not great, and it only works when Gansel is not paying attention. A slight pulse of his heart can resolve the slight injury, but... I want to open my chest, not Kick the chest! ! !
He got up angrily, stared at John Watson who kicked him away from the tip of the sharp knife with a kind of resentful eyes, and said through gritted teeth:

"John, Wo, Sen! What are you doing?! Why are you hindering my research?!!!"

Faced with his questioning, the guy who had just joined for less than a week just tilted his head and sneered, "Research? What are you studying? How can you die without pain?"

"You mean, I'm looking for death?"

Ganssel received John Watson's provocative words and smiled contemptuously. He is really a fool with a head full of muscles. He has no wisdom in his head and can't understand my advanced ideas at all. Arguing with this kind of person It's just a waste of my time and energy, I might as well continue with my lobar hole surgery.

"I have nothing to say to a brainless guy like you, stay away from me, and don't hinder my research!"

Ganssel just dropped this sentence coldly, and then rushed straight to another sharp blade that had not yet been completely covered with soil - he instinctively realized that if he continued to try to pick up Mr. Nero just pulled The sharp blade raised may be blocked by the opponent.

Therefore, he had to complete the chest-opening operation as soon as possible before these other church members with backward ideas rushed over to stop him—only when they saw the remarkable results of the operation, would they be able to believe my idea!

Alas, it is so difficult to communicate with these ignorant mortals. Their poor brains simply cannot understand the thoughts of a genius like me... I am afraid that only the wise Mr. Winfreys can understand my thoughts.

Seeing that another knife point was close in front of him again, Ganssel's face was once again filled with a successful smile.

but!That figure flashed before his eyes again—it was that damned John Watson, and he was in my way again! ! !Why don't you always listen to what I say and don't believe what I think? ! !
This time Ganssel received a bottom-up uppercut, his jawbone cracked slightly, and his mushy brain was bombarded by the force of the fist strengthened by the lever of the skull, making the already The messy thinking became more and more chaotic.

When he fell back and flew out, his heart had already started beating violently, and the magic power of the heart made his heart surge. He resolutely urged the Qixiang in his soul body to release the magic power of cracking and separation, like a surging wave. All the waves are heading for that nasty John Watson!
He saw that the brainless guy reacted very sensitively. He seemed to be able to feel the invisible force of the opening. He turned his body and tried to bear the blow with his back... Hahaha, although your reaction is very fast and sharp, but in the end it is just A layman who has only recently come into contact with the knowledge of esoteric teachings, unexpectedly does not know that no matter whether you use the back or the front chest, no matter which part is used to receive the magic power of enlightenment, the result is the same!That is the opening of the skin, the cracking of flesh and blood, opening like a door, revealing the bones hidden inside! ! !

Ganssel wished to see that the clothes on one side of John Watson's back were ripped open, and the skin on the other side's shoulder blades was also opened simultaneously, exposing the bloody muscle fibers... Wait, something is wrong!I obviously exerted the influence of mana that opened left and right like a door, but why did John Watson's shoulder blade skin open like a page of a book? !
Although the flipped surface was also torn in half under the influence of my magic power... But the effect is wrong, shouldn't it be like this? !
Before Gansel could figure out the reason behind it, he saw three swift silver lights coming towards him. The speed was so fast that he had no time to react. It was just a moment of thought in his mind. The three cold silver lights were not the same. Already deeply stuck into his throat and eyes.

His vision was completely dimmed, and darkness, suffocation, and pain all rushed towards the brain along the nerve line, just like the Mongolian cavalry who swept across Europa back then, and the painful arrows fired by the curved short bow pierced into the mind like a ruthless rainstorm.

Gansel wanted to cry out in pain, but the damaged vocal cords couldn't make a sound. Even if the mana of the mind rushed towards the wound immediately, it couldn't heal the wound in such a short time.

He stumbled back a few steps, waving his arms wildly in the air, only feeling that the light in his skull seemed to be captured by some kind of terrifying darkness, bitten by some kind of monster that only existed in ancient times, reason and wisdom Lost without a sound... Since I can't scream in pain, let the fluctuation of my heart replace my voice! ! !
Gansel desperately squeezed the heart in the soul body, forcing it to pump out blood-like mana. Originally, he just wanted to let the beating frequency of the heart form convey his words, and call for help to other church members... Kexin Xiang seemed to feel his resentment towards John Watson, and the emotional fluctuations that were only conveying information became full of danger, which would make the muscles of mortals spasm uncontrollably, make the heart beat at a high frequency and even Exhausted and died.

This was the last straw that crushed Gansel. This indiscriminate attack made other church members lose trust in him... This is not the first time they have seen church members who are out of control and crazy. He is no longer worthy to be our church member.

So everyone just stood by and watched silently as Watson, who counterattacked, stabbed the sharp knife into Ganssel's chest, opening the door for direct communication between the body cavity and the world...then the sharp blade easily crushed the huge heart.

(End of this chapter)