MTL - Becoming An Ancient God From Blood Therapy-Chapter 5 Having a head is more secure

When he came to the study on the second floor, there was still an ashtray on the desk, some books on the shelf had not been put back in their original places, and there were traces left by his father George Arkham.

Sitting casually on the nanmu chair, Ross looked down at the municipal documents left here.

"On June 4, 1930, a coal mine was discovered on the north side. A week later, it was controlled by Danny O'Bannon of the Oban gang. Several negotiations ended in failure."

"Double lunar calendar June 9, 1930. Last year, the Arkham Armory was looted three times. The Finn gang colluded with officials of the city government to openly loot the arsenal and smuggle arms."

"On June 13, 1930, Thomas Peake secretly led the Tidal Pirates to rob two cargo ships in Port Glory, and robbed two million rosa dollars worth of illegal drugs. According to the information, the goods were hidden in Akka. somewhere."

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Seeing this, Ross' headless body leaned on the chair and sighed.

After the setting developed into reality, the trouble and complexity far exceeded his imagination.

The setting is dead, but to develop into the real world, countless possibilities may be born.

After all, people are alive.

And in this thick pile of city government reports, there is not a single thing that he has set in advance.

"Nine districts, with a total of eight city councillors, each represent the interests of different groups, and the mayor of mine is just a tool to mediate the relationship between them, so that most of them can benefit."

Thinking of this, Ross suddenly understood why his father sought that extraordinary power, because he wanted to rely on that power to break free from this sad bondage.

Sighing for his dead cheap father, Ross started his own plan.

He has a lot of methods now, but now the conditions allow, and the only one that is in line with the interests of the city's development is blood therapy.

Town development needs people, and he can't use his ancient **** power to kill all those who hate him.

So he now needs to use blood therapy to raise his prestige to reverence throughout Arkham, and make those ordinary people who hate him become his followers.

"Blood therapy is not something that white teeth say, even I need to conduct related experiments, and I need to find a trustworthy person in this regard."

"In addition, it is necessary to take back the rights of the central area first."

The municipal core of Arkham City is located in the central area, located in the northeast side of the entire city. There are a large number of important companies and the largest slum street here. It is the most densely populated place in the city.

And the organization that really controls the central area is the Rhodes Chamber of Commerce, a big chaebol that controls all aspects of Arkham City.

This Chamber of Commerce, and the Chaos Hand behind it, are naturally the primary goal.

About fifty minutes later, there was a knock on the study door.

"Master, I'm back." Carrington's voice sounded.

"Come in."

Then, Carrington walked in with a box in both hands.

"Master, your head." Carrington came over and put the box on the table respectfully.

Loosen said, "How are things going?"

Carrington replied, "Heim has a habit of collecting human heads. He took your head back and is preparing to process it into a specimen."

After a pause, Carrington said, "Then I asked him to complete the final collection. At the moment of his death, he collected his own head."

Ross smiled: "Uncle Carrington, I believe he will appreciate your kindness when he dies."

Carrington smiled slightly on his resolute face: "I think so too."

Carrington was very happy when he killed his enemy just now, and his whole body was very happy.

Ross opened the box and saw that it was a pale-skinned blond young man, looking quite handsome, with a restrained melancholy temperament at the same time.

Carrington said: "Heim is a crazy guy. I tortured him before I killed him, but as a fanatic, he didn't say anything."

Ross said casually: "No need to ask, I already know who is going to kill me, but it's not convenient to tear my face right now."

Saying that, Ross picked up his head, put it on his neck, and then... slid directly from his neck and fell to the ground.

"emmm..." Ross was lost in thought.

Carrington lowered his head as if he didn't see it, the quiet atmosphere was a little awkward.

Ross coughed, picked up his head nonchalantly and said, "It seems that relying on human strength alone is not enough."

As a result, his invisible thinking began to operate.

In the headless form, Ross's spirit can be extended almost infinitely, accommodating and understanding vast amounts of knowledge.

Ross picked up his head again and prepared to put it on his neck, and this time, with the use of the knowledge in his mind, combined with the energy stored in his body.

A large number of granulations and tentacles full of suckers and barbs suddenly grew on the cross section of his neck.

These granulation and tentacles directly penetrated the wound cross-section of Ross's head, fixed it firmly, and then pulled down, so that Hulos' head was firmly fixed on his neck.

Unfortunately, the **** knife marks around the neck are still very obvious.

When Carrington saw this, his expression was full of fanaticism and reverence. The current form of his young master was far beyond his imagination, but it didn't make him feel fear, instead he felt happy and excited.

quack! quack!

After moving his neck twice, Ross nodded with satisfaction: "It's fairly stable if it's fixed, but it's more secure to have a head."

Carrington said respectfully, "Master, your greatness makes me admire you."

Ross smiled slightly, but felt that the corners of his mouth had not changed, UU reading www. uukanshu. com is still a dead face.

"What's going on with your head? It's a little uncooperative!" Ross raised his hand and knocked on his head.

Then, under his control, more tiny tentacles extended from his body and reconnected to the nerves and brains of the head through the neck.

"Hahahaha!" Suddenly, Los opened his mouth and let out a weird laugh.

The sudden harsh laughter startled Carrington: "Master, why are you laughing?"

Ross reached out and covered his mouth, trying to control his expression, and said slightly embarrassedly, "My head is on the wrong string."

The nerves in the head and body are too complicated. Although he knows how to wire them through strange knowledge, there are too many and there are occasional mistakes.

Carrington didn't know what it meant. He thought it was a more professional vocabulary. He felt very deep and advanced in his heart, but he didn't ask any more questions.

After Ross could control the expression on his head, Carrington asked, "Master, what do you need me to do next?"

At this time, Loss gradually had an expression on his face, and there was a little blood on his pale face. It seemed that the blood began to circulate in Los's head again.

He opened his mouth slightly, and finally he could make a sound through his vocal cords.

"Prepare food, I'm hungry."

The sound was extremely unpleasant, as if a stone mill was crushing bones. It made people feel uncomfortable when they heard it.

Carrington nodded immediately: "No problem! What do you want to eat?"

"Anything will do. It doesn't matter if the food is raw or cooked. I need a lot of food." Ross said hoarsely.

The energy expended from docking and transforming the head just now made him feel hungry again.