Master, I Need Charging

The death row was brought in, blindfolded, lips closed, limbs bound.

The young officer lies on one side of the metal induction platform, and the death row lies on the other side.

Pei Lijun walked between the two and pressed the button, and he saw a transparent glass cover sticking out from the side of the metal induction table, slowly covering them.

Everyone present looked at the two in the glass.

Pei Lijun turned on the switches on the instrument one by one, and a large number of characters and data flashed on the screen. Her fingers were flying fast and operating in an orderly manner.

Everyone is waiting.

Obviously only three or five minutes passed, but it seemed as long as an hour.

At this time, the glass cover over the death row slowly opened--

Pei Lijun only escorted the soldiers coming in from the other party and said, "Untie him."

Release the shackles of the limbs, tear off the tape on the lips, and open the blindfold... The man's eyes are a little confused.

Pei Lijun briefly checked his heartbeat and blood pressure.

everything is normal.

"You can try to stand up and move your new body," she said.

Everyone looked at the death row from the induction platform in disbelief. An old man said to Wu Qing'en in surprise: "Old Wu, you ask."

It's hard to believe, so simple... So the exchange of souls is completed?

Wu Qingen narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the strange death row prisoner, "Little Song?"

The other party suddenly recovered, immediately straightened up and performed a standard military salute!

"Yes!"

"Xiao Song... Come here."

The death row walked towards Wu Qing'en, but was halfway there and was stopped by soldiers on both sides with guns. After all, if he is still the death row, it is a very dangerous move to approach Wu Qingen in this way.

Wu Qingen waved lazily, "Withdraw, he is Xiao Song, you look at his eyes and temperament, this will not be the case for the desperate."

The man known as Xiao Song has a touch of emotion. He paid a military salute to Wu Qingen and said respectfully: "General! Complete the task successfully!"

Wu Qing's nodded, "Your family, I will appease you... In the future, you can continue to work with me."

"Thank you General Cultivation!"

Pei Lijun looked down with cold eyes, only to find it funny...

The body has been let out, and I also want to thank the leader for the cultivation, as if how glorious this thing... really brainwashing.

Wu Qingen looked at his old friends. Finally, he looked at Lu Zhengde and said, "Old man, I will go first."

The two soldiers came over, lifted Wu Qingen, and slowly walked to the metal induction table, and then supported him to lie down...

This time, it was the real spiritual transplant that made them look forward to.

From the decaying and frail body, extract the spiritual source, and then implant the spiritual source into a healthy and energetic body.

The old man stopped breathing inside the glass cover. .

On the other side, the young officer slowly opened his eyes.

As soon as the glass cover opened, everyone surrounded him. Whether it was the wheelchair or the stick, five or six old men surrounded him—

"Old Wu? Is it you?"

"How do you feel now? Old Wu?"

"Old Wu? Old Wu?"

Wu Qingen sat up, not in a hurry, he looked down and looked at his hand first...

Unlike the original skinny, this hand has a dark complexion and is strong and powerful.

He squeezed hard.

The rise of blue tendons is a long-lost sense of strength...

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." He couldn't help but chuckled, his shoulders trembling, the laughter gradually amplified, and finally turned into a bold laugh!

"Hahahahaha..." The laughter shuddered in his chest, and he jumped off the induction platform hard, only feeling full of strength!

Young, energetic, and body!

He is no longer that dying old man!

How can several other people not understand such a mood? They have been to the battlefield, injured, and killed. They are not afraid of death! But they cannot accept that they have become weak!

Tormented by illness every day! Life is better than death!

An old man threw away his walking stick and threw it in front of Pei Lijun! "Migrate me! I will transplant now!"

Lu Anxu hurriedly helped him, "Grandpa Qiao, don't worry, you have to get the right body first."

The body that Lu Anxu refers to is the body of the military surname Song prepared by Wu Qingen for himself.

Another old man said: "I have prepared two already, let me do it first!"

Pei Lijun bowed his head and respectfully said: "The experiment is not completely over. Next, this instrument needs to detect the spiritual data of General Wu Lao to ensure that there will be no rejection reaction before the next transplant."

"Rejection?"

"Yes, just like organ transplantation, rejection of mental source transplants may also occur."

Wu Qingen listened, frowned, looked at Pei Lijun, and asked, "What if there is a rejection reaction?"

Pei Lijun replied: "Rejection can vary in size, lightness, physical inconvenience, severeness, and mental disengagement. So we need to monitor in real time for seven to fourteen days. Once the situation is discovered, I will use the instrument to renew for you Regulate the magnetic field in the body to help the mental source adapt to the new body."

She paused, adding: "You can rest assured that in general, it can be solved by fine-tuning the magnetic force. The worst result is nothing more than a rejection reaction, just change the body."

With their status, it is too easy to want a suitable body as a container.

The army is the most fresh and healthy container.

Wu Qingen thought about it, thought for a while, and slowly said: "That is to say... the next transplant, the fastest, will also take 14 days later?"

Pei Lijun nodded.

Immediately, an old man said with dissatisfaction: "It's too slow! We have a total of six people. We have finished all of them. Wouldn't it be more than two months?"

Pei Lijun replied in a low voice: "I am very sorry, because there is only one of the most mature soul3, and the remaining soul2 spiritual proton instrument, the negative energy reaction in the late transplantation is too large..."

The old man said irritably: "There are not enough instruments, so build more! If something goes wrong, at least a spare one is needed!"

Others nodded in agreement.

"So much money has been smashed in, it's not the last point."

"Xiaoxu~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It's up to you to arrange this."

"Old Wu, what you look like now, it really looks like that year!"

"You guys are fast, what's the anxiety? I've been through all these years..."

"...Unfortunately, we have gone too early, if he stays for two more years..."

"Don't think about it... Ah Cheng's disease, doctors all over the country were helpless, people can't be reborn..."

...

The old people lamented the ruthless years and their lives were short.

Pei Lijun listened silently, looking forward and backward.

Lu Anxu approached her and whispered: "The next transplant will be done for my grandpa."

Pei Lijun raised his eyebrows and nodded gently.

Xindao: Yu'er, are you finally going to be hooked?