Since coming to this world, Ash has heard the term "Blood Moon Judgment" more than once.

At first, he thought it was a shooting show.

Then, he thought it was a live shooting program.

Then, he thought it was an online betting program that randomly picked a lucky audience and shot it.

Now, Ash thinks that the Blood Moon Trial should be a live variety show with unlimited fighting.

"Yes, when the death row prisoner participates in the Blood Moon Trial, the prison will unleash all your restrictions. You can use your magic power to activate the magic spirit."

The medic stretched out his hand, and a kind-eyed old lady's magic spirit appeared in her palm.

"If you ask if there are any trading opportunities in the Blood Moon Trial, there are indeed some, but no one can do it at all. As for why I don't need to say more, right? You haven't seen the Blood Moon Trial."

"I haven't seen it!"

"Don't think I'm really that easy to deceive!" the medic almost roared, "I won't believe such a mentally retarded lie!"

Now the medical practitioner will no longer disclose information. Yashu's clumsy lie made her feel that her dignity was insulted. Even if you lie, you can use such a lie that even a child will not be deceived. Who should you look down on me?

Ash was also very unfair. He really hadn't seen the Blood Moon Trial, but everyone here agreed that this is basic common sense and there is no need to introduce it.

Since he couldn't cheat the information, Yaxiu was about to go to have a meal, but the medical practitioner did not let him go at this time.

"Why did you ask about the situation of that elf just now? Are you worried about him?"

"It's too embarrassing to say that you're worried, you're just a little concerned."

Ash scratched the tender and tender flesh on his shoulders: "After all, he is the first person I have killed. Didn't the murderers go back to the crime scene to watch? I have almost this mentality."

"It's true, is it your first time?"

"Your statement is really misunderstood..."

"You are the death row prisoner who can stay in the luxurious suite of Broken Lake Prison! For you, destroying life should not be as simple as dressing and eating. Torturing the soul becomes a habit as breathing?"

"Although I'm not a good person, I'm really wronged!"

"I believe in the first half of your sentence for the time being."

The medic looked down at the magic spirit in his hand, as if he was considering his words.

"Well, I just believe that you are killing someone for the first time. Then why do you care about the life and death of that elf? Do you hope he can't survive, or do you hope he can't die?"

“There are both sides.”

"There are both sides?" The medic couldn't help laughing: "Do you want him to be both dead and alive?"

"To be honest, my hatred with him has not reached the point where he must die. If possible, I would rather use a soft stick in the shape of a geoduck to relieve my anger. In addition, I have questions and want to ask him, so I don't really want him to die."

Ash shrugged, "But if he really dies, I may only sigh before going to bed tonight that life is like the ocean, and only those with strong wills can reach the other side... So even if he dies, I won't care much."

"I kind of believe that it was your first time killing someone." The medical practitioner said: "Your statement is not pleasing to both sides. In the case disclosure process, you say that you are kind and ruthless and can get the care of human rights organizations, and you say that you can get the support of extremist organizations by killing the roots. However, this ambiguous and indecisive statement will be disliked by all organizations."

"It seems that the outside world is not easy to mess with." Ash sighed: "But there are not so many extremely decisive people in this world? Aren't most people as indecisive as me?"

The medical practitioner was slightly stunned and shrugged: "There are not people who are indecisive, but they must have the capital to be indecisive, such as - they are good-looking!"

The medical practitioner took out a photo album and opened it in front of Ash: "Look, this is a popular handsome guy template in the past five years. Should I choose one as my new face? I recommend this No. 1 face, which is very popular, and is nine points similar to the popular singers nowadays. You will definitely like this face..."

"It's clear that you like this face!"

"What's wrong with me like it? You have slandered this face, and you are the beneficiary!"

"Who said that I don't look in the mirror all day long and can't see my face usually. What's the use of being good-looking? On the contrary, others look at me all day long and they feel good. I have to accept other people's obscene gazes. Do you think I'd be willing to do such a stupid thing as self-sacrificing oneself?"

Ash made such a sense that the medic was convinced. Her crow mask was drooping and she said dejectedly: "Okay, you're right..."

"But," Ash changed the subject: "You are willing to listen to my grievances. Talking with me for so long is the only warmth I feel in this cold prison. Since it is a friend's request, I can't agree..."

"What, are we friends?"

"If it doesn't, I'll leave..."

"Okay OK, so you're willing to let me do your surgery?"

"Actually, I'm not so willing..." Ash showed a hesitant expression: "I still like my face now. After all, after watching it for so many years, I have more or less emotional..."

"so……?"

"You have to add more money."

"no problem!"

The medical practitioner breathed a sigh of relief: "When will the surgery start? Wait, I am not very familiar with some surgery. Please wait for me to review these two nights... Don't worry, it's very safe. My magic spirit can effectively prevent malignant problems such as blood and blood collapse!"

Ash pulled the corner of his mouth: "I, I'm very relieved, then I'll leave first, you can prepare slowly and don't worry!"

Art is the omnipotent energy of the savages, and money is the omnipotent energy of society. Although I have not seen the hope of escape from prison, Ash also has to find a way to make some money for backup. Needless to say, the death row prisoners are all a group of poor people who are living in the country. Therefore, Ash thought about it and felt that he had only the only way to rely on his face to exchange money.

But now it seems that the price is a bit high, the chance of a bad face is very high, and Yashu is a little timid.

No wonder medical practitioners are not allowed to reveal their names. Maybe it is just to prepare for anonymous run away - after creating many medical accidents in prison, they can pat their butts and leave, and even if the death row prisoners want to scold, they will not find a partner.

Ash walked to the door and suddenly turned around and looked around the treatment room for a week.

"I've wanted to ask for a long time - are you excluded by your colleagues?"

"ah?"

"Why did I wake up twice and see you alone, and other medical practitioners?" Ash guessed, "Did they hand over the most difficult work to do to you, and then pat their butts off work?"

"No - but it's true that you are the hardest job."

"Isn't it true? If you are excluded and boycotted by your colleagues, remember to tell me."

The medic looked at Ash and snorted.

"Why tell you?"

"Aren't we friends? Friends are people who can gloat when the other party encounters misfortune."

"Go roll!"

Ash waved goodbye: "Then [222] Doctor, see you next time. The apple is delicious, thank you."

......

...

The treatment room returned to silence, and the medics packed up their toolbox and opened the door to the common room. The medics' activity area did not overlap with the death row prisoners. Then she saw a group of medics wearing crow masks waiting outside the door.

The medics were startled and almost thought they were here to seek revenge.

But when she looked closely, she found that there was a man in the medical team who was not wearing a crow mask. He looked at his body shape and work cards. He was the tall medic who always scolded him [176]. He looked like a blue-scale fishman, but his eyes were scarlet, as bright as rubies.

【176】It’s not just that he didn’t wear a mask, he put his hands behind his back and cut them back, there was obvious dredging on his face, and a dark green foam necklace on his neck.

The medical practitioner knows exactly what that is.

Miracle venous foam.

This is the most commonly used attack miracle by blood magicians. It combines traps and kills and can cast spells for a long time. If the target of venous foam is hit, the whole body veins will be linked to the foam. Once the foam breaks, it also means that the whole body veins burst at the same time, and the heart will quickly lose blood supply and die suddenly.

As long as you are a magician, even the weakest magician, you have the ability to kill creatures in an instant.

Being covered with venous foam is the treatment of a criminal.

"What did he do?"

"He peeked at your healing procedure, Miss."

A medic who had a medical card bowed to report to [201], and even the voice change of the crow mask could not conceal his respect.

"It is an unquestionable crime to attempt to steal the knowledge achievements of the Institute without permission, which violates the constitutional principle of 'the sacred and inviolable personal and collective property'."
Chapter completed!