Jiang Yan felt his headache breaking out and his internal organs burned.

The tide of memory fragments was dissipating, and the past was becoming more and more blurred. The only thing I remember was that I was shot in the head. The headache was easy to understand, but what was the pain in the entire chest and abdominal cavity?

Jiang Yan tried his best to recall the past. Only by focusing on the past can he temporarily forget the pain in front of him.

Those memories are like flashes in the starry sky, floating deep in Jiang Yan's soul.

Yes, I was shot in the head, and the bullet was shot from the back of my head, and my forehead was penetrated, and white brain matter was sprayed on the operating table. In the dirty underground clinic, the blood-stained operating table, and under the dim light, the metal stent flashing with cold light spread the sternum of the corpse in front of me, revealing a black and purple hole.

The heart that should have been lying in the chest is held in my own hands.

I am a doctor and I have dug up the patient's heart!

Is he a murderer? a perverted doctor?

Jiang Yan tried hard to recall that his soul was stinging. How could he do such a thing?

No, I am not a murderer!

Jiang Yan finally remembered that he was kidnapped by a gang to the underground clinic. More memories made his soul tremble from a tingling tremble to a burning pain.

Southern California, Los Angeles.

The darkness enveloped my home and on the grass, two cars rushed into my house. I happened to see this scene at the window on the second floor. I subconsciously picked up the phone and wanted to call the police.

The door of the house opened, and the sister walked out and shouted at the four people who got off the car.

He opened the window himself and wanted to call his sister back. On the grass, walking in the front, the man with a little dark skin took out a pistol from his arms.

No!

A powerful force burst out from Jiang Yan's soul, and a golden red light gradually condensed into a delicate hollow sphere.

The gun still rang, and everything was like a slow motion in the movie. I saw my sister falling backwards at the window on the second floor, so slowly, so slow that it was irreversible.

The thug even looked up and smiled. He saw Jiang Yan at the window.

More people got out of the car, rushed into their homes, dragged themselves to the underground clinic, performed surgery on their boss, and removed bullets from their chest.

Why? I am just a doctor. If they don’t kill people, I am even willing to surrender and have a good operation for the gang leader.

Why did you kill your sister?

Jiang Yan remembered his childhood when he and his sister depended on each other. His mother was in poor health and relied on government relief to survive.

What's worse is the community where I live. Gangs are rampant, and even the police are reluctant to patrol at night. My earliest memory of death is a rotten corpse in the stairwell, which is my neighbor, a kind middle-aged man.

He just accidentally got stray bullets in the gang fight, and then died alone, with an outrageous cause and no consequences.

A Chinese, who grew up in such a chaotic community, suffered countless rolls of eyes and beatings. Most of the time, he would throw himself on his sister and let all the fists, feet and sticks bear it.

As he grew up, Jiang Yan would fight and even dare to use a knife. But he did not choose to fall into depravity and did not join those people. He studied hard because he believed in his mother's words and knowledge, which could change his destiny. In the United States, everything is possible.

The American Dream allowed him to persevere and entered the University of Pennsylvania with excellent grades to study medicine. Fortunately, he met a good mentor, an American without discrimination.

The American Dream begins here. Full scholarships and interest-free loans allow him to not worry about life and focus all his energy on his studies. The continuous guidance and recommendation of his mentors allowed him to slowly have some contact with the upper class. After graduation, he not only became an excellent doctor, but also joined a political group and began to move towards the road to success.

Jiang Yan didn't know how many times the hard work of ordinary people was to realize this dream. But waking up from the dream is so simple. Those gangs are the other side of the American dream, right?

Two bullets made everything end. One killed his sister and the other killed himself.

Jiang Yan did not regret it. He clearly remembered how he dug out the beating heart and pinched it in his hand. When his sister died, someone must pay the price!

The heart was hot and slippery, as if he wanted to escape from his hands back to his chest.

The gunshots sounded behind him, and it felt like someone was gently pushing them behind his head. Jiang Yan saw white brain flying out, and under the snow-like light, mixed with red blood, like a room full of peach blossoms.

Jiang Yan felt the existence of his soul, and his soul flew forward with the bullet and flew towards the half-window of the basement. On the dark window, there was a crow, a crimson-red crow that looked a bit strange.

The memories came to an abrupt end, and Jiang Yan felt that he opened his eyes.

No, these eyes were not opened by themselves, but others. The body was not their own, he was just the sojourner. Jiang Yan's emotions were mixed with absurdity, and he finally saw the image in front of him clearly.

What caught my eye was a long and narrow knife.

The blade is cold, far better than ice and snow.

The narrow blade rubbed against the neck of this body, and Jiang Yan's soul trembled. On the blade, countless devil's faces and minions appeared. It seemed that with one knife, the door of hell would open, and the soul would fall into destruction and never be reborn.

The knife-holder lowered his head and looked down at the body he was stepping on. The person's eyes were amber color, with a line in the middle pitch black, calm and cruel. This made his handsome facial features hard, and a strange iron-blue color appeared under the dark skin.

"Doctor, are you still unwilling to say it?"

The man's voice seemed to be from an old broken record, and a strong Mexican accent. He spoke English.

"Tell me your mom!"

Jiang Yan spoke up, speaking Chinese, and Jiang Yan could understand it. This was his mother's mother forced him to learn. What made Jiang Yan strange was that the two of them spoke their own language, but they obviously understood the other person's meaning.

The owner of this body's body's voice was low. After uttering this swear words with a nearly roaring volume, he couldn't help coughing hard. Jiang Yan saw a person called a doctor through his eyes and coughed up a lot of blood.

Jiang Yan also felt pain in his body, as well as suffocation, dizziness and other feelings. As soon as the doctor said the swear words, Jiang Yan thought to himself that it was not good. If someone was forced by a knife, why should you suffer a loss in front of you? The worst thing is that he is also in this body now. What should I do if you are killed?

The blade slid down beside the neck, cut it hard from the end of the body's shoulder, and cut off the entire left arm of the body. The wound turned into a burnt state. Jiang Yan's soul shrank desperately to avoid the black flame released from the blade.

No drop of blood flowed out, but the pain was ten times more severe.

The doctor's body, which was stepped on, bounced upwards, his eyes turned pale, and Jiang Yan could no longer see the scenery in front of him.

After cutting off one of the doctor's arm, the black man pressed the blade back on the doctor's neck and made a scammering laugh.

"Hey... Doctor, how does this gate of hell taste like? You are a doctor and may not understand the pain of your soul. This pain will not end. When I slowly kill you, your soul will be drawn into the gate of hell, and you will also help me kill more people in the future. If you don't want to do this, tell me immediately that the Sun King has sent two A-level teams to help you, what task is it to do. Give me the task items and I will let you die happily."

The doctor was gasping and suddenly coughed violently again. The black man subconsciously relaxed his feet that were trampling on the doctor's chest. The doctor's eyes turned, and Jiang Yan saw the environment in the room clearly as the doctor's actions.

In the nostrils, it seemed that the smell of blood had just been felt. There were shocking blood everywhere on the walls. There were a few places that were still slowly flowing towards the ground, and the sticky feeling made people dizzy.

There were more than thirty corpses on the ground. Each corpse had the same blade, which was pitch black in color, as if it had been destroyed by flames.

These corpses were killed by this black man?

Where is this, and who is this black man? Why is it so lawless! More than thirty lives are enough to sentence how many life imprisonment?

After scanning the room, the doctor sneered, "I know you are very cunning and cruel. For the sake of my secret, I will kill my companions. I am a little curious. Don't you know what the end of betraying the Miracle City? Even if I tell you the secret, how long can you protect this secret? Are you stupid? Or are you not afraid at all?"

"Of course I'm afraid."

The muscles on the black man's cheeks trembled, and he gritted his teeth and said, "But, kill you, the yellow monkey, the secret will always be in my heart. Let the City of Miracles go to the ghosts!"

The black man almost shouted the last sentence, the room was closed, the sound became extremely dull, full of weakness after venting fear.

Jiang Yan suddenly realized that in front of his soul, the doctor's soul became clear, and it was a ball of golden substance. The doctor's anger was also reflected in Jiang Yan's soul. The golden flames gushed out of the doctor's soul, and the pain in his body suddenly disappeared.

"I'm a yellow-skinned monkey?" the doctor asked lightly: "Then you are a nigger, right?"

The black man's amber eyes suddenly turned bright red, and a black breath penetrated into the doctor's body from the narrow blade. The black breath wrapped the doctor's golden soul. The doctor's soul struggled desperately, but he could not get rid of the erosion of the black breath and slowly became riddled with holes.

At this time, Jiang Yan also sensed the form of his soul. His soul was strangely hidden in a golden-red ball. The ball was covered with hollow patterns, and the patterns were smooth and simple. The overall look was like a crow and a golden-red crow.

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Chapter completed!