After pulling Lao Gong out of the sea,

Baron Hill, whose full name is Hill Ackerman, is the patriarch who inherited the title of the Ackerman family.

It is said that they are the descendants of a certain royal family in the history of the Bauhinia Dynasty. Their innate nobility and long history have made them develop the arrogant temperament they are now.In the Ackerman family, almost everyone has a weird personality and a weird cleanliness.

Baron Hill, as the patriarch, of course also retained this tradition, but as the patriarch who communicated with the outside world, Hill's symptoms were not serious.

At least not the obnoxious kind.

When Wen Zening met Baron Hill for the first time, he had seen his "cleanliness".

Those who don't know much about the Ackerman family may think that this is the demeanor of aristocrats, and thus yearn for it.

Of course, neither the serious cleanliness of the members of the Ackerman family nor Baron Hill's coveted "aristocratic demeanor" disappeared at this time.

Hill's body was covered with dust, and the clothes embroidered with gorgeous patterns were covered with blood, and the stench came over his face.

With one arm severed, Baron Hill's face was pale, and he was so weak that he had to crawl on his back to move his body.He lost his old demeanor and came crawling like a ghost in hell, which startled Wen Zening.

"Professor! Please help me!" Because of the serious injury, Hill's eyes were covered with blood and tears. He couldn't see the person in front of him clearly, so he could only roughly recognize that it was Wen Zening.

He didn't know if Wen Zening would make a move, but Hill knew very well that only Wen Zening could help him in this place.

Hill exhausted all his strength and uttered a mosquito-like cry for help, begging and repenting.Fear and pain made Hill's blood-losing brain not very bright, he was a little confused, and couldn't tell what he was talking about——

Why didn't Wen Zening save himself?

Shouldn't this guy be kind?

A trace of resentment rose from the bottom of Hill's heart, and the next moment, Hill felt something wet pass across his cheek, and the cold feeling made Hill wake up a bit.

He struggled, tried to open his eyes wide, and then saw Wen Zening and the huge tentacles behind Wen Zening.

"Ah—" Hill yelled, almost breaking his voice. He curled up his body, and under the intense pain and stimulation, Hill passed out.

Wen Zening: ...

Is it because I am too scary?

But Xier obviously ran over to ask for help.

Wen Zening ran in a hurry, but he didn't have any first aid supplies in hand.

But at the moment just now, His tentacle should have sensed Wen Zening's intention to save someone, and another tentacle rolled over the medical box at home.

Although he didn't understand how he could help him find things while fighting with people, but he had everything, and Wen Zening didn't hesitate, whether he could just watch Hill die in front of him.

Wen Zening put the shotgun behind his back, took the medical kit and started checking Hill.Although he was a guide, Wen Zening, who had never been on a battlefield, was the first to see such a serious injury.

Oh, Hill fainted straight away, which saved Wen Zening a lot of trouble, at least he didn't have to free his hand to hold Hill down.But there are two obedient tentacles beside him, even if Hill is still awake, can he hold them down?

There were sounds of fighting not far away, but Wen Zening found himself feeling strangely at ease, and even started to think about it.

If I were a painter or a photographer, if I could record this scene, it would definitely be a scene that would amaze the world.

Wen Zening tore off Hill's clothes, saw the damaged flesh and blood inside, endured the nausea, and forced himself to cleanse the wound calmly.

At first, he could use cotton dipped in alcohol a little bit, but later, Wen Zening simply poured alcohol on it, rough tossing the large wound.

After cleaning up the blood stains, you can still see the directly broken hand bones, and the appearance of Bai Sensen is very scary.Even after applying the hemostatic ointment, Hill still had some unpleasant stench on his body. After Wen Zening roughly bandaged him, he ignored Hill.

"Let it be fate." Wen Zening is not a doctor, and he doesn't have much affection for Hill, so helping him treat his wounds is already out of kindness.

The fight hidden in the thick fog not far away is indistinct, and only swaying ghosts can be seen. This scene is like a weird painting. If you look at it a little more, you will be drawn into it.

The hairs on his body stand on end, his throat is itchy, and he can't help but want to ask for help, want to shout.

But when I really wanted to ask for help, I could feel my chest being heavy, as if someone had strangled my throat and poured it into viscous sea water.

As far as the eyes could see, there was a vast expanse of whiteness. Wen Zening had been staring at it for a long time, and from a certain moment, there were sudden rustling sounds around him.Thinking of the monster that Hill brought, thinking of the eggs in the monster's flesh and blood, horrific fear swept through his consciousness.

A high-pitched hiss burst from the depths of the soul.

It seems to come from the distant past, and it seems to be in it, maybe it is a meaningless syllable, but it is also like a deceptive ballad.

Want to rush over, want to help him tear apart the enemy...

help him?

Wen Zening suddenly realized that something was wrong, forcibly looked away, and grabbed the tentacles beside him.The moment he touched the tentacles, the cold sensation made him wake up instantly, and Wen Zening touched the shotgun behind him again.

Recalling the scene just now, Wen Zening felt lingering fear, perhaps fainting like Hill would be a better choice.

As Wen Zening was thinking this way, there was a loud hissing sound in the thick fog. He found half of the wall to hide behind among the ruined walls, and only after a while did he poke his head out to check.

It happened that one of the ghosts fell to the ground and made a dull sound.On the ground not far away, He collapsed suddenly, as if hitting Wen Zening directly on the heart.

Because the fog was too dense, Wen Zening couldn't tell who was winning and who was losing, but looking at the safe and sound tentacles beside him, the result should be predictable, right?

Just when Wen Zening was relaxing a little, Hill beside him suddenly woke up.

Baron Hill, who had washed his face with alcohol, was no longer as embarrassed as he was at the beginning.He stopped panicking, and calmly touched his forehead with his remaining left hand, and said to Wen Zening, "Dear professor, I seem to have a fever, do you still have antipyretics?"

Wen Zening gave him a strange look, didn't say anything, rummaged through the medicine box, found a bottle of ofloxacin written on it, and said with a little regret.

"only this."

Less symptomatic antibiotics.

If Baron Hill used to be picky about the origin of black tea, he would definitely not eat it.

However, the current Baron Hill took a look at the medicine bottle without much hesitation and took it directly.

Wen Zening wanted to say that he could get him some water, but Baron Hill swallowed the pills so crisply and quickly that Wen Zening swallowed his words.

Hill has always done things like this, never giving up to achieve his goals.

Wen Zening didn't speak, Hill took the medicine for a while, and took the initiative to talk.Obviously the tentacles that scared Baron Hill into unconsciousness were still there, but Baron Hill, who woke up again, seemed to have not seen it, and he said without beginning and end: "He will not die."

"Who?" Wen Zening didn't react for a while.

"I, I have to admit...the thing you raised is so strong, it's not a star...but Lorry is immortal..."

When Baron Hill spoke, he was very angry, as if he would die at any moment, but he still finished the sentence completely.

"Lorry?" Wen Zening thought the name sounded familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

Hill explained: "His name."

Wen Zening remembered that Hill once mentioned that the little pet he kept was called Lorry.

Wen Zening hadn't realized the meaning of Hill's words, but suddenly realized that the tentacles that were trying to wrap around his waist along the skirt of his clothes just now were hanging down powerlessly, like vines that had lost moisture, shrinking rapidly and disappearing... …