Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 115 Old Dog
at this time.

In the filthy, stinking abandoned sewers.

An old dog with a missing arm and a pale face sat on a pile of waste cardboard boxes.

He pulled out a sewing kit from somewhere and, gritting his teeth and enduring the pain, began stitching up the wound on his severed arm.

There was no anesthesia, nor any professional techniques or equipment.

It was just a fishhook with a strand of black line, which pierced the flesh again and again, and then pulled hard to tighten it.

The old dog had a mouthful of bad teeth, which were now grinding loudly.

His small, triangular eyes were bloodshot, and he was covered in cold sweat, which dripped onto the dirty water on the ground.

This place was an abandoned sewer that the old dog had accidentally discovered.

This section of the sewer was completely sealed off because of a flood that caused it to collapse a few years ago.

The old town area has not been renovated since then, and it has remained unchanged to this day.

It is completely enclosed and located in a narrow alley, making it exceptionally secluded.

It caught the eye of the old dog and was noted down as an emergency safe house.

In this abandoned old town, the old man had prepared at least 100 similar safe houses.

His cautiousness and ruthlessness, especially his ruthlessness towards himself, were the key reasons why he had never died despite his involvement in both the legal and illegal worlds and his high-stakes business dealings.

At this moment, her face was already pale from excessive blood loss.

Under medical conditions that are even worse than those for battlefield surgery, the situation is even more dire.

But he had no choice at the moment; if he went out now, he would inevitably run into the Special Operations Bureau.

And his two nominal partners would never risk coming to his rescue.

Now, we can only save ourselves.

Thinking back to last night, the boy who had cut off his arm, his eyes flashed with a fierce, hateful light.

He tried to dilute the pain of stitching up the wound by repeatedly recalling it, using anger and resentment.

As the fishhook pierced the skin again and again, finally, the last bit of wound was tied together by the sturdy black line.

The old dog, already somewhat exhausted from stitching up his wound, fiercely bit off the excess thread.

He threw the used fishing hook into the sewage next to him.

And so, he lay down directly on his back on a relatively clean old cardboard box.

My brain, which was somewhat oxygen-deprived and dizzy from this series of actions, was drowsy.

However, in the end, it was only through his strong will that he managed to hold on.

Reaching out, he slowly pulled a golden carrot from the tattered cloth bag filled with all sorts of odds and ends.

It's about the size of a thumb, with a round and cute shape, and even the remaining petiole is crystal clear.

He held it up to his eyes, and the old dog stared greedily at the treasure, which resembled some kind of high-end work of art, with its pair of large, triangular eyes.

However, the excessive blood loss caused the dizziness in his brain to worsen, and in the end, he gritted his teeth and stuffed it into his mouth.

Unlike its golden appearance, when you put it in your mouth and chew it, it tastes just like a regular carrot—crisp and refreshing.

Moreover, it tastes 10000 times better than regular fruits and vegetables.

It has a wonderful flavor.

Even the old dog who was tricked into joining a circus troupe by a conman when he was a child and was beaten and scolded for more than ten years.

They couldn't help but get a little teary-eyed.

In a hazy memory, I seemed to see that summer before he was kidnapped, when my mother pulled me along and we picked potato coins from the tree to eat.

However, vague memories are, after all, vague.

In his hazy mind, he reached out and got closer and closer to his mother.

The blurry image was a jumbled mess, and the chaotic lines disappeared from view.

At that moment, he realized what was happening and quickly rolled over to his feet.

The dizziness and exhaustion caused by excessive blood loss have completely subsided.

only…

He glanced at his severed arm; because the stitches were very close together and tightly bound, it was no longer bleeding.

But clearly, it didn't grow back.

This made the old dog's gaze somewhat somber.

I snatched three carrots from a female college student, and now I've even eaten the last one.

However, compared to the powerful recovery effects of the first two, the effect of the third one seems less than satisfactory.

At this moment, if Lü Gu, or Li Qingfeng, who has already cultivated to the sixth level of Qi Refining and can see the inner landscape, were present...

You can tell at a glance.

The moment the old dog ate the golden carrot.

In his status bar, there was only one and a half chicken legs left out of ten, but after he ate the golden carrot, it instantly grew to five and a half.

The restoration of his stamina allowed the exhausted old dog to regain his vitality.

However, this time the satiety level was not reached 18 points, and the health was not restored.

The old man, who didn't have a proper "cultivation method," or rather, the one with Lu Gu's authority, obviously couldn't know this. He simply assumed that the injury was too severe this time, which was why it wasn't working.

After all, the previous two times, he was pierced through the shoulder by a sniper rifle once and through the abdomen by an arrow once.

None of them caused as much damage as this one; that's the only explanation I can give myself.

Fortunately, my strength has been restored.

Given the current crisis, we certainly can't continue to just lie around like this.

I glanced at the sunlight filtering through the crack and decided to wait a little longer.

We'll figure out a way to escape under the cover of darkness once it gets dark.

The old dog, having nothing better to do, rummaged through his tattered pockets and pulled out a roll of mottled animal hide.

Looking at the cracked edges, you can tell it's been around for years.

The old dog who pulled out the animal skin scroll acted as if he were holding some valuable antique.

I carefully found the cleanest spot and gently spread it out.

As the animal skin is unfolded, it becomes clear that it is a patterned dog skin that is shedding some fur.

Above, written in traditional Chinese characters, is a text on "magic".

"The art of animal creation..."

The old dog carefully stroked the words on it, studying them word by word.

He put in a lot of effort to understand the text on it.

At this moment, he was reading word by word while practicing diligently, albeit with some stumbles and setbacks.

This action triggered the pre-set permissions.

A talisman made of black, wavy symbols appeared in the old dog's palm, like a tattoo.

The old dog was secretly delighted to see this.

I could only marvel in my heart, truly deserving of the title of a rare and precious golden carrot.

Although he couldn't heal his severed arm, he was able to condense the Animal Creation Spell much faster this time.

What he failed to see in his joy was...

On his panel, his satiety level, which was originally five and a half bars, suddenly dropped to three bars.

This is obvious.

In fact, what he received was a cheat program that Lü Gu had previously issued, specifically for bad guys to use.

The effects vary in strength, but the side effects are definitely strong and basically incurable.

Old man Dog, if it weren't for a stroke of luck, he would have snatched the three golden carrots from another lucky protagonist.

It's probably already dead by now because it ran out of hunger and wasted its health.

All I can say is that he's incredibly lucky.

Meanwhile, he was satisfied with the newly formed "talisman" and carefully put away the manual of animal creation technique once again.

Somewhat uncomfortable, he used one arm to put it back into the large bag.

However, instead of taking his hand out directly, he rummaged around inside for a long time.

Finally, they pulled out a jumbled mess of things and placed them in the clean spot where the secret manual had originally been.

There were four items in total.

These are two carved rock blocks that appeared before.

Its use is to enlarge it and place it on the ground to block attacks; it is indestructible, but it is very slow to retract.

The remaining two were either a fist-sized, curled-up insect, or, judging by its slightly twitching antennae, a living creature.

This was obtained by the old dog man in exchange for a giant dog he created using animal-creating techniques, and the insect ant, one of the "Three Evils".

According to the other party, it can be used to summon its insects to help within a certain range.

It can also be thrown out to defend against enemies, but its combat power is not strong; it is a functional means.

The last item was a small, golden bell supported by two brown wooden rods, resembling a miniature clock.

It was snatched from another evil cultivator by the old dog half a month ago.

Although it looks small now, like the two stones of divine will, it will grow larger the moment it is released.

It transforms into a golden pendulum clock the size of an arm, which can produce a clear ringing sound with just a tap.

This strange bell ringing can instantly affect all ordinary people within a radius of nearly twenty meters.

This is a bizarre ability to control.

Ordinary people affected by the incident are completely unable to control their bodies and only want to quickly hide back in their houses or run around in a panic.

Before the old dog created the giant dog using his animal-creating technique, it killed the evil cultivator.

Using the bell, the other party swaggered into the bank vault as if it were their own territory, attempting to take the gold inside.

Unfortunately, the other party was unlucky.

Attracted by the commotion were not only the police, but also him, who was hiding in the shadows nearby.

The final result was obvious: it all benefited the old dog.

(End of this chapter)