Tsk, Tsk, Tsk.
The crude semi-automatic surgical instrument kept emitting sparks while working, and the treatment scene looked like a car being repaired.
The doctor who called himself Lao Yang connected the bones and opened and closed them. His craftsmanship and equipment complemented each other perfectly. Li Liang felt pain in his molar after seeing it, and he estimated that the stab wound on his chest would definitely leave a scar.
After a busy period, Lao Yang wiped the sweat from his forehead, put his hands on his hips and said, "Let's work together."
The "alien" on the operating bed has been tied into a rice dumpling with bandages.
"Wake him up," Li Liang pulled up a chair and sat in front of the operating instrument.
Lao Yang took out a syringe, gave the alien an injection, and then hid in a corner, looking afraid of being bitten.
A few minutes later, the "alien" suddenly woke up, struggled violently to no avail, and began to keep shouting strange languages, gurgling like a toad burping. Although he didn't know what he was talking about, he was obviously very angry. .
Li Liang was stunned for a moment and asked, "What is he talking about?"
"Honorable Li Liang, this humanoid creature does not use human language," Leah said with a smile.
Lao Yang stood far away and snorted: "This grandson is probably swearing."
"Oh," Li Liang turned to Liya and said, "beat him."
Although her body was severely damaged and unable to cope with the fierce battle, Leah was an alloy shell after all, and she only punched twice. The alien's yelling tone changed and she immediately surrendered.
Li Liang frowned and asked, "Do you understand what I said?"
Jiligulu~ The alien’s tone became excited again.
"Go on and beat him."
Boom, boom.
After receiving two more punches, the alien finally closed his mouth, struggled to stretch out a finger, and pointed at his cloak.
Liya picked up the cloak and handed it to Li Liang.
"Well, well, well," the alien rarely made a few sounds that humans could understand, then struggled to tilt its head and pointed to its ears.
Li Liang was a little confused. Could it be some kind of equipment? Sure enough, with a little touch, he took out something similar to an in-ear wireless headset from the inner pocket of his cloak, as well as a roll of cash and a cloth-covered book.
Throwing the cash to Lao Yang, Li Liang briefly flipped through the book and found that the pages inside looked like paper but not paper. Each page was changing dynamically. There were patterns with complex textures, a series of Russian-like words, and several pages. , one circle after another rises and falls.
"Yeah, yeah," the alien shook his ears at Li Liang again, prompting him to put on his headphones.
Li Liang raised the earphones, looked at them, and asked Liya: "Is this for translation?"
"Oh, yes, distinguished Li Liang, this is a simultaneous interpreter. The internal conversion program has been edited to achieve real-time translation."
Li Liang tentatively put the headphones into his ears. For a moment, he only heard the alien say: "Do you know who I am? You stupid, humble, arrogant, ignorant..."
He took off the headphones and said calmly: "Fight to death."
Boom, boom~
Lao Yang gloated and said with a smile: "Let me just say it, there must be nothing good to say."
After a violent beating, the alien completely stopped and looked at Li Liang with a sinister look, his pure black eyes trembling slightly.
"Can we chat?" Li Liang smiled.
The alien nodded.
Li Liang put on his earphones and heard a slightly mechanical voice coming from the earphones: "I am a consultant hired by a psychic. I also come from the spiritual world. I am a friend of mankind and a distinguished guest of mankind. I should not be treated so badly." treatment.”
It was such a long sentence when translated, but the alien only muttered a few sentences.
Li Liang always felt that "psychics" were a bit familiar, and it suddenly dawned on him. Mr. Yuan once said that the reason why he hid in the southern death row was because he had a disagreement with Shangfeng. He believed that the proportion of psychics among humans was not low, and he could Cross the gate of the deep sea and establish a base in that spiritual world.
In this way, psychics should be both a special physique and an organization formed by a group of people.
But this was not Li Liang's biggest concern. He asked directly: "Why do you want to kill me?"
"Take your soul with you."
Li Liang raised his eyebrows. This was obviously a word game. Was he not beaten hard enough?
The alien glanced at Leah and quickly added a long list: "Your soul is very special. Human beings divide their perception of spirits into seven levels. The higher the sensitivity, the higher the level. Your soul is naturally It belongs to the third level, and absorbing your soul can make my Horcrux more powerful."
Taking off his headphones, Li Liang frowned and searched through his memories of the past three years, trying to recall whether he had heard of similar information, but found nothing.
"Hey, big brother, big brother, what did this alien say?" Lao Yang asked curiously, not daring to get close.
Li Liang said casually: "He said he was Harry Potter."
"Oh," Lao Yang scratched his head, "What does Harry Potter mean?" After he said this, he subconsciously looked at the alien and trembled in fear and crouched down quickly.
Li Liang stared at the alien's huge eyes, put on the headphones again, and said in a low voice: "Show it to me, don't play any tricks, otherwise my robot will kill you immediately."
"Show what?" The alien blinked.
"That, spirit."
"Okay." The alien clasped his hands and placed them on his chest, slowly closed his eyes, and began to murmur a spell-like note, which sounded completely different from the language he had babbled before.
After signaling Liya to be ready to knock out the alien at any time, Li Liang took a deep breath and tensed up.
He thought he would experience headaches and hallucinations again, but found that this time his body felt more and more relaxed, and he closed his eyes involuntarily. The next moment, he "saw" it.
One after another, light spots appeared in the air, surging around like lively elves, and then disappeared. The alien's chant sounded long and soft at the moment, like a shepherd calling a lost lamb at sunset, wandering far away. Open until boundless.
Along with the chanting, more and more light points appeared. Li Liang found that many light points seemed to be attracted, gradually outlining the shape of the alien lying flat, but almost none of them were attached to his body.
He stretched out his hand to grab one, but he couldn't grasp the direction in which the light points moved. They were extremely fast, sometimes even exceeding the rules of physics, jumping and moving in a flash.
Suddenly, the alien's chanting stopped abruptly and turned into a roaring sound of struggle.
Li Liang recovered from his mysterious state and opened his eyes to see Liya squeezing the alien's neck so hard that its eyes almost bulged out.
"Let go," Li Liang patted Liya, "I'm fine."
"Your robot is very rude," the alien said, rubbing his neck with an angry expression.
Li Liang asked: "Were those light spots just now spirits?"
"Each human being feels it in a different form. Fog, electricity, water, anything is possible, and light spots are also possible, but what we Ta Xing people feel is Samach."
"Samaqi" may be an exclusive noun. Li Liang still couldn't understand the transliteration, but he did understand the previous one. He then asked: "So, you, a, um, Ta Xing person, come here to do this What? Just to strengthen your Horcrux to kill people?"
"No, no, no," the alien shook his head, "I was entrusted by a certain psychic friend to serve as a consultant and lead a team from a human organization called Mr. Yuan through the gate of the deep sea to the spiritual world."
