Chapter 4157： Tang Zhen's Descendant

Thick billowing smoke rose, shrouded in the sky above the city, like a thick dark cloud.

When you smell the pungent smell, you know that it is smoke from burning, and the source is the chimneys on the ground.

This is a city with factories everywhere.

Busy and numb people, guarding fast-moving machines, dare not be negligent for a moment.

Otherwise, a little carelessness may cause accidental casualties.

There was a loud noise in the noisy production workshop, followed by smoke and dust.

Dozens of workers were affected and buried in the boiler of a factory because of an accidental explosion.

The factory owner was furious and yelled at him. What he cared about was not the death or injury, but that the accident would affect his money.

The organized workers are constantly cleaning the collapsed houses, and from time to time they will carry out a corpse.

Some unlucky guys have been smashed into meatloaf.

Bystanders are all indifferent, they have seen many production accidents, and more serious incidents often occur.

The police were in charge of the command, the city hall officials chattered endlessly, and the factory boss kept laughing and secretly stuffing money into his pocket.

A reporter wearing a civilized hat, holding a notebook while writing and drawing, will take a photo of the corpse from time to time.

This production accident will be recorded in the daily newspaper to be published tomorrow.

The worker in charge of the rescue found another worker lying under the machine table.

"I found another one, and it seems not dead yet."

"This lucky kid, if he dodges a little bit slower, he can only find his head in his chest."

"I feel that his family may be disappointed and won't get the pension compensation."

"It's not a good deal to trade two hundred yuan for a life."

"Don't think that there is little money. It is quite good to get money. Many dead workers will be secretly thrown into the Norton River. Their families can't even see the bodies..."

The workers in charge of the rescue talked casually and carried the unconscious young man out of the ruins.

The injured were taken to a nearby room, received a simple diagnosis, and then sent to the hospital for treatment.

The carriage responsible for collecting corpses has already pulled away a cart of corpses and will continue to return soon.

The injured young man was also loaded into a carriage and rushed to the community hospital.

There is no medical staff to accompany, only the coachman responsible for driving the car, who doesn't care whether the wounded is dead or alive.

In fact, the young man had already died in the middle of the road.

But just when he was about to arrive at the hospital, the young man who had already died suddenly opened his eyes.

There was no confusion in his eyes, but rather fierce, and he looked around coldly.

"There are heaven and earth energy, but it is relatively thin, but it is more of a divine power, there are thousands of kinds..."

The young man who had come back to life was the one chosen by Tang Zhen to descend.

He originally wanted to find a normal aboriginal to be his descendant, but found that his soul was weak and he couldn't complete the seizure at all.

I had no choice but to choose this kind of just-dead goal, and as expected, I successfully completed the descent of the soul.

Only in this way, he first needs to repair his wounds and prevent his injuries from getting worse and dying.

Not only is it time consuming, but there is also the possibility of encountering unknown dangers.

Tang Zhen tried to heal his injuries through practice for the first time, only to find that the energy of this world was quite chaotic.

Heaven and earth energy, as the basic composition, was in a looming state, and the divine power wandering around became abnormally active.

In an instant he realized that these chaotic supernatural powers should come from the fallen gods in the headspace.

After their fall, the divine power was released uncontrollably, spreading throughout the world.

As long as you have the talent for spiritual practice and carefully sense it, you will be able to discover the existence of divine power.

This kind of divine power can be absorbed, and it can make people obtain extraordinary power, but it will also pay a huge price for it.

Similar to Divine Power Irrigation, the backlash is not that serious, because the two are not at the same level at all.

But even so, absorbing this kind of divine power practice is still a cruel thing.

Only by enduring enough damage and suffering from perversion can you become stronger.

But when the limit is exceeded, the practitioner will die and become a terrible monster after death.

To use this divine power to practice requires not only talent, but also strong endurance.

Knowing the danger of this kind of divine power, Tang Zhen naturally would not easily borrow it.

An existence like him doesn't need any exercises at all, but directly absorbs the energy of heaven and earth.

In a short period of time, the extremely weak viscera regained vitality.

At the same time, the trauma of the body is also healed at an extremely fast speed.

Tang Zhen twisted like a snake, a crisp sound inside his body, and the broken bones were forcibly returning to their original positions.

This process was very painful, his body convulsed and cold sweats involuntarily, but Tang Zhen was always expressionless.

He could feel pain, but he didn't feel uncomfortable, but he had a long-lost sense of excitement.

The more painful the more excited, the more a certain hormone secreted in the body, so that the surface of Tang Zhen's body appeared like earthworm-like veins, and it was constantly writhing up and down.

It even crawled over the neck and spread to the entire face.

The coachman knew nothing about this scene, he was just a whip, with a wooden pipe in his mouth.

It didn't take long to reach the door of the hospital.

"Come and help, there is another hapless guy, I hope he can come out alive."

The coachman said loudly, turning his head to look at Tang Zhen in the car, but he saw no movement.

"Is it dead?"

Despite this, the coachman did not move, but waited for the hospital staff.

With the sound of footsteps, a car pushed out and stopped behind the carriage.

With the help of the coachman, Tang Zhen dragged Tang Zhen onto the cart, and then he was pushed into the hospital.

The hospital was busy, and Tang Zhen wasn't the only one injured. All the doctors had already come to the rescue.

In an operating room, the doctor was amputation with a hacksaw, and the patient screamed in pain.

There were also some wounded, covered in blood, lying weakly on the hospital bed.

In such a backward era, once the injury is severe, the survival depends entirely on luck.

Tang Zhen was pushed into the room, but he was not treated immediately, because the doctor had no time at all.

Just put on the bed, waiting for the doctor to check.

Tang Zhen, who recovered secretly, naturally didn't need a doctor's treatment, otherwise it might cause worse.

These terrible doctors are simply using people as animals. Of course, this is not their intention, but the level of medical care is too low.

At this moment, Tang Zhen couldn't get down to walk, otherwise he would definitely get up and leave immediately.

In another half an hour, the broken leg bones will heal, the damaged muscles and tendons will be repaired, and then you can walk down the ground.

As a result, at this moment, a faint sound of footsteps came, which caught Tang Zhen's attention.

If the judgment is correct, the other party is walking towards him.

If it were a medical staff, there would be no problem, but Tang Zhen clearly felt a little bit of malice.

The guy who is close to himself wants to be against himself.

Tang Zhen thought of this, opened his eyes slightly, and then saw a woman in a nurse's uniform who had quietly come to him.

The woman took her hand out of her pocket, pinched a black syringe, and pointed it at Tang Zhen's chest.