"According to the records I saw in the library, the Pope once used the night watchmen who failed to bless the night watchmen to do this kind of experiment 90 years ago, but all failed without exception."

Linda's words cast a shadow on everyone's heart. Looking at the dying bandage on the stretcher next to her, everyone's face was filled with a hint of sadness. If you really want to say that, the bandage will die this time.

Charles paused slightly and continued to draw. No matter what, this is the only way now. Even if the success rate is astonishingly low, it is better than letting the bandage sit and wait for death.

Soon, three patterns with three meters in diameter were recorded on the paper.

These strange wedge-shaped lines are not full of mystery like the magic circles in the West Sea, but are more like geometric patterns, with horizontal and vertical lines as if they have some special meaning.

Charles hugged the extremely weak first mate with one hand and walked towards the middle of the pattern. The bandage felt a little cold and the wet liquid dripped on his hands, which made Charles feel like he was carrying half of the rotten corpse.

The bandage's pupils were slightly white in his eyes at this time, and it seemed that he could no longer see them. His cracked lips opened slightly and he muttered to Charles.

"Captain, I remember, I seemed to have exchanged my past with an existence. What exactly is it?"

Charles did not answer, walked into the pattern with a bandage, carefully placing him in the center of the pattern.

Linda came over, holding a metal syringe in her hand, and directly hit her chest that had no skin.

"This thing can last for half an hour, so that he won't die so quickly, but if your method is useless, he will be dead in half an hour."

Charles took a deep breath and looked at the green soap stone sculpture in front of him and nodded slowly.

He first asked the strap to grab the black blade, then he grabbed the bandage's hand and stabbed it hard.

An extremely harsh woman screamed suddenly in the room, and everyone in the room subconsciously covered their ears.

The next second, Charles saw some change in the posture of the sculpture in his hand.

Seeing this, he ignored it and continued to stab the sculpture. After several screams, the entire sculpture was stabbed in half, and a ball of black mixed with gray smoke fell out from it.

The gray smoke is spreading rapidly, as if it will disappear quickly in a few seconds at most. This thing is the source material recorded on it.

Charles did not dare to delay, so he quickly used the black blade to pull open the abdomen of the bandage. What surprised Charles was that there was no blood flowing out of the wound, and perhaps there was not much blood left on the bandage.

Charle directly found the pancreas position, and controlled the bandage's arm to grasp the source substance and press it hard.

In an instant, the bandage that was soft as mud, collapsed instantly, and his mouth widened and trembled silently.

Seeing this scene, Charles quickly retreated from the pattern and looked at the shaking bandage uneasy.

The next second, the snow-white sea salt on the ground burned and quickly extinguished, and they all turned black, twisting on the floor like a black snake.

Under the gaze of Charles and others, a curved branch slowly stretched out from the bandage's mouth.

It was not an ordinary healthy branch. The trunk looked like the green inside the vomit on the outside, and with the twisted shape, it looked like a terrifying tree demon struck by lightning.

The branches touched the roof within a short while and began to quickly twist around the ceiling.

This was just the beginning, and more and more tree trunks stretched out from the bandaged body, accompanied by the sound of flesh tearing, the bandaged's thin body seemed to be about to be broken in the next second.

Seeing this scene, Charles' heart suddenly trembled suddenly. Something was wrong.

The growing lush leaves and trees blocked everyone's view, and the branches spread around like tentacles, extending the front end out of Linda's bottles and jars, as if sucking the juice inside.

The branches with green leaves stretched and grew longer, and soon the room was filled with these branches. But in this way, these things had no intention of ending and began to reach out to the crew members next to them.

"Captain, why do I feel something is wrong?" Feuerbach's expression was a little reluctant.

"Brush!" A rattan stretched over, rolled up the chef Planck and turned into the complex.

Just as the fat man cried and hugged the table next to him and refused to let go, Charles cut off the branches with a chainsaw and rescued him.

"Captain, this won't work. If this continues, the entire ship will be occupied by this thing!" Linda had a tattoo of tentacles, and a hint of solemnity was on her pretty face.

Looking at the plants dancing in front of him, Charles reached into his arms with a hint of trembling and took out his strongest weapon, Thunder Short Staff.

The white arc kept beating on the short staff, but Charles was reluctant to take action. The pile of plants in front of him were his first mate, the crew member who lived and died with him.

The branches and trunks slowly came to Charles, wrapped around his limbs, and dragged him into it.

Just as various plants were about to completely cover Charles, his one arm moved instantly, and the front end of the thunder short staff was inserted into the plant.

"Shisheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshes quickly jumped between the green branches and the wriggling plants immediately stopped expanding and began to curl slowly.

Charles's hand did not stop and continued to release an arc in front of him. The appearance of the plant changed from rotten green to yellow, and slowly zoomed and black.

With the lightning flashing, Charles' expression seemed extremely ferocious. After a long time, with a snap, Charles twitched and kneeled on one knee.

He gasped and looked at the charred substance in front of him, and could not calm down for a long time.

"Touch!!" Charles' right hand slammed hard on the floor, and directly smashed a pit. His eyes were red and he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything.

"Ship...Long..." The familiar voice stunned the sad Charles. He slowly raised his head and looked at the charred substance.

An emerald green branch stretched out from inside, swaying slightly from left to left as if puzzled.

Charles rushed over excitedly and pulled open the scorched trunks. Soon, he saw the completely changed bandage inside.

At this time, his broken body had been supplemented by various plants, looking like a tree man, which should have grown in his eyes as empty as he could have grown. A few small vines grew on his eyelashes, which drifted to his mossy-covered face like tears.

Charles quickly helped the bandage up and asked nervously, "What's it like? How do you feel?"

The bandage raised his hand and the right hand, and the green branches grew out of his palms, rolled up and bent with his thoughts.
Chapter completed!