The blood of the ancients has both advantages and disadvantages. For some people who are limited by their lifespan and have no talent, the blood of the ancients is undoubtedly a priceless treasure.

This also led to the hunting and killing of the ancients in the world of the evil **** of Montenegro. There are few Gus people, and their reproductive ability is extremely poor, and they were almost wiped out. Fortunately, these Gusi people have lived for too long and accumulated a lot of means, which is how they escaped the fate of being wiped out and hibernated.

"This **** remembers that one of our demigods in our group has the blood of the ancients, and it seems that he still has half the blood of the ancients. We didn't find it at first, but we found it during the battle of life and death." The evil **** of Montenegro said.

"Ergo, are you saying this demigod is dead?" Simon asked.

"The possibility of a demigod dying is extremely high, but he may be an exception. The bloodline of the Gusi people is still very strong, and it may be able to help him survive." The evil **** of Montenegro pondered.

"Is there any way to find him? Even finding his body would be good." Simon asked.

The Evil God of Montenegro shook his head: "If the other party deliberately hides himself, it will be difficult to find. However, these longevity species have blood connections with that demigod, and holding them in their hands may allow the other party to take the initiative to find them."

"How exactly?" Simon asked hurriedly.

"Find a way to improve the strength of these long-lived species and promote the purity of their ancient blood. This is the same as the secret method of the dark magic sequence of this god. Those who practice the secret magic of the black magic sequence are the food of the god. And these The Gus blood of the so-called immortal species can also help him recover.

The purer the bloodline of the ancients of these longevity species, the more the other party will definitely come to harvest, of course, this is when the other party is not dead. " said the evil **** of Montenegro.

Simon touched his chin and thought, if the other party has the possibility of survival, then these longevity species have the value of fishing.

If he can really catch each other, Simon will definitely make a lot of money.

And fishing is fishing, longevity species can still be studied, as long as they don't kill them.

However, the situation of the other party is unknown. The place for research and fishing cannot be placed in the umbrella base. It should be found in another place, but it cannot be too far away from the umbrella base.

Simon pondered for a few minutes before deciding the fate of these longevity species.

Simon personally sealed the elders of the longevity species, and then went to the underground base of the longevity species, sealed the rest of the longevity species one after another, and searched this small base, but found some valuable things.

After letting the evil spirits return to the underground passage with the sealed longevity seed, Simon hurried back to Chekwen's manor again.

At this moment, magician Max and magician Hunter have completed the treatment, and Cheekwen's vitality has recovered a lot, at least his life is safe.

"After this treatment, Cheekwen can live for another three years. If he wants to live longer, he needs more in-depth treatment."

"My Healing Game"

Simon frowned: "Only three years?"

"His physical condition is too bad and needs to be taken care of slowly. I have already extracted his bone marrow blood, brought it back to re-cultivate, and then replaced it with fresh and vigorous bone marrow blood, plus other life-extending methods and secret techniques can be used for it. Another 20 or 30 years of life expectancy." Hunter said.

Twenty or thirty years of life extension is acceptable, Simon nodded: "I see, it's hard for you."

Simon walked to Checkwin's bed, took out a soul source, opened up his rotten and tattered spiritual space, and integrated this soul source into his rotten soul.

Because of the decay of the body, the breath of death and decay eroded the spiritual space, eroded his soul, and slowly decayed his soul.

With the infusion of the soul's source, Chekwen's decayed soul slowly returned to life.

Chekwen's soul is rotten and fragile, and he can't bear too many soul origins. This one has already made his will sober.

Simon helped him repair his mental space.

After a while, Simon woke Cheekwin.

Cheekwen slowly opened his eyes, saw Simon in front of him, felt incredible, and said in a daze: "Am I dead? Is Simon you, are you dead too?"

Simon said speechlessly: "If you die, I can't die either."

Chekwen raised his hand and grabbed Simon's hand, widened his eyes, and with some strength, he sat up straight: "There is still temperature, still alive."

Simon slapped his hand off angrily, blew a cloud of smoke towards him, and coughed Cheekwon straight.

"Damn, I'm dying, you still treat me like this." Chekewen said angrily.

Simon laughed happily.

"Simon, are you here to see me? I don't have any regrets to see you before I die." Chekwen felt sad.

"Don't worry, you can't die with me."

Chekwen shook his head: "It's useless, the magician in Fossa City said that I am naturally aging and can't be saved."

"That's because their medical skills are poor."

"You don't have to comfort me, I know my situation." Cheekwen seemed to have accepted the reality.

Soon he realized something was wrong: "No, how can I move?"

He glanced at himself, moved his hands, and moved his neck. He was lying on the bed and couldn't move, and his body was in severe pain~lightnovelpub.net~ Now it doesn't hurt anymore.

He immediately looked at Simon: "You really cured me?"

"Your body has long been hollowed out, and you can only prolong your life for three years for the time being."

"Three years? Can I really live another three years?"

After getting an affirmative answer, Chekwen got excited.

"That's great, I don't have to die at last. I'm only sixty-four. If I hang up now, it would be considered an untimely death."

Simon rolled his eyes, this **** is old and old, and he is also a generous bastard

"This time it's your fate, if I didn't know about your situation in time, I'm afraid that when I see you again, I'll be at your grave. You have been rebooted a long time ago, but if you didn't listen, if you didn't have some foundation back then, I'm afraid you would have died a few years earlier."

Chekwin smiled awkwardly: "Isn't this just a sign that I should die. Simon, give me a cigar."

Simon reluctantly took out the cigar box and threw it in front of Cheek's hotbed. Chekwen impatiently took out a cigar, put it in front of his nose and sniffed it.

"This cigar is good, much better than mine, where did you come from." Chekwen's eyes lit up.

"Specially made."

"Give me the lighter."

Simon shook his head and threw the lighter over again. Cheekwen couldn't wait to light the cigar, took a deep breath, and then puffed out clouds of smoke, his face full of enjoyment.

"I haven't smoked for a long time. I want to die. Simon, don't you know that since I fell, my life has been miserable. I can't smoke, drink, and even eat more meat. Sometimes I think it's better to die. But I've been holding on, I just want to see you."

"I believe in you." Simon rolled his eyes again.

"These are really good cigars, Simon. You've got to get me boxes, no, boxes. I want ten boxes."