Chapter 849 [Extra: Master Zero’s Perspective 2]

He has been reincarnated for eleven lives, each time becoming more and more boring. Because his power is so powerful, in the next few lives, his memory will return to the original state even before his death.

Once his memory is restored, all the "relatives and friends" around him become the paper man in the game. He works tirelessly and out of place to complete one game after another in which he is the only one.

So on the 12th day, Zhan Taiyan told himself that this was the last time.

The last time will completely end this increasingly boring reincarnation game.

However, something unexpected happened this time.

The day I met Mo Wuhen was the beginning of winter.

An assassin dressed in black broke into his medicine shop and rummaged through the boxes. When he entered the medicine hall with his middle coat closed and holding a candle, this was what he encountered.

In the blink of an eye, the cold dagger was pressed against his neck, and the man behind him spoke in a cold tone.

"I tell you the name of the medicine. If you dare to say one more word while you are looking for the medicine, I will kill you."

Kill you.

Maybe these three words touched a certain nerve in Zhan Taiyan. The divine power gathered in his palms dissipated, his arms dropped, and he nodded lightly. In this life, he didn't even bother to erase his memory, and just fabricated the identity of a doctor and opened a family doctor.

Pavilion.

If I could kill him, he would be extremely grateful.

When the assassin mentioned the fifth herb, the man who had been silent for a long time spoke up for the first time.

"The Golden Pavilion herbal medicine is very effective. You have lost too much blood and your internal organs are deficient. It is not suitable to use such strong medicine. It is better to use Sanyangchun instead."

He was actually thinking seriously about an assassin who kidnapped him.

The blade on his neck paused for a moment, and after a while a voice came:

"Just use golden pavilion grass."

He does not know the efficacy of Sanyangchun.

Zhan Taiyan lowered his eyes to look for medicine.

It seems that he is still a very wary little wolf cub.

…

The second time we met was in the alley at the back door of the hospital.

This time he did not wear a mask, revealing a childish but sharp face. The young man was lying dying at the back door of the pharmacy, with a severe wound on his stomach, as if he had been disemboweled.

Their eyes faced each other, and snowflakes were falling.

Zhan Taiyan sighed, it turned out to be a half-grown child.

The officers and soldiers who were searching in the distance came closer and closer holding torches. They bent over him and took him back to the hospital.

When applying medicine to him, Zhan Taiyan discovered that the child's body was covered with large and small wounds, some old and new, and six fatal penetrating wounds.

People who lick blood with the tip of a knife like this are most likely to have been trained as death warriors by someone's family since childhood.

After taking his pulse, Zhan Taiyan pondered for a moment and said seriously.

"You don't care about your body. If you want to die faster, I can give you a ride."

He knows his temperament, and he will never listen to nice words.

As expected, the little wolf cub looked wary, and his muscles all over his body were tense.

Strangely enough, he couldn't explain why he subconsciously ran towards the hospital when he was seriously injured. Maybe it was because this "bad good doctor" really had his best interests at heart.

He went back and checked out Sanyangchun. It was indeed a mild and blood-replenishing medicine. Its efficacy was similar to that of Golden Pavilion Grass, but its price was three times more expensive. Only powerful officials and wealthy families would choose Sanyangchun between the two.

Mo Wuhen has seen too many monsters and monsters, and he never believes that there is a so-called "good man" in this world. The only explanation for using such expensive medicine on an assassin who held him hostage is that the doctor is really afraid of death.

But since he was afraid of death, why did he take the risk of being wanted by the whole city to rescue him when he was completely incapacitated?

After thinking about it, Mo Wuhen came to a conclusion——

I'm afraid this doctor is mentally ill.

It was this "sick-brained" doctor who brought him back from the brink of death time and time again. As time passed, Mo Wuhen once again came to a conclusion -

"No matter how seriously injured he is, as long as he goes to the hospital, he can save himself."

Because of this idea, the next time he went on a mission, he made a mistake and took advantage of it. The final result was that he was successfully promoted, but the price was that his legs were almost amputated and he lay in bed for two months.

The always talkative and gentle doctor stared at him for a long time and added a little white powder to the medicine. Because of this little powder, Mo Wuhen ran to the toilet more than twenty times a day and almost collapsed.

"I said, if you want to die, I can give you a ride."

Facing his accusation, a man in long robes, with flowing white clothes and an indifferent expression, looked aloof and independent, as if he would become an immortal in the next second.

Because of this lesson, when Mo Wuhen faced a dangerous situation again, he no longer wanted quick success and chose a "moderate strategy".

The subordinates looked as if they had seen a ghost, as if he had undergone such a big change and was more strange and scary than the enemy opposite him.

Mo Wuhen pretended not to know what his subordinates were talking about behind their backs, but secretly made a note for Zhan Taiyan in his mind, planning to come to him to settle accounts after finishing the task at hand.

Half a month later, he hid in his sleeves the century-old blood Ganoderma lucidum that he had spent 80% of his reward to get back from an old doctor during the mission. He planned to bully this "good old doctor" first, and then when he was about to get angry, he would

Take out this Blood Linzhi to coax people.

Thinking of this, he walked briskly and came to the alley again. Unexpectedly, what he saw was rotten vegetable leaves on the ground. The door of the usually tidy medical center was splashed with dazzling red paint, which read -

"Unscrupulous doctor, give back my son's life"!

In his mind, it was always spotless. The sleeves of the white robe that he had peeked at many times were stained with a dirty dark yellow liquid for the first time.

People on the street covered their mouths and noses and pointed at Zhan Taiyan. Mo Wuhen's brain exploded with a buzzing sound, and murderous aura could not stop pouring out.

People later said that his murderous appearance that day frightened many people, but it was Zhan Taiyan, the protagonist, who dragged him by the wrist to the hospital with an indifferent expression.

"I don't know where such a thin person can get such strength..."

After this incident, Mo Wuhen finally discovered Zhan Taiyan's shortcomings——

He's so nice.

A good-tempered person is easily bullied.

On the day of the medical incident, if he had not saved the little girl who was knocked down by the crowd of spectators, he would not have been splashed all over.

Looking at the man who was falsely accused of being a quack but calmly prepared the medicine, Mo Wuhen went out with his sword expressionless in the middle of the night.

Within a few days, everyone in the city knew that a man comparable to a "mad dog" had appeared in Master Zhantai's medical clinic, and no one dared to cause trouble to the medical clinic anymore.

As the days passed, Mo Wuhen still suffered injuries from time to time.

On New Year's Eve, everyone happily went home to reunite. The usually bustling streets of Chang'an were deserted. Mo Wuhen wandered around for a while against the snow, and finally turned around and went to the hospital.

All the doors of the shops on Chang'an Street were closed, except for the medical clinic, which had one door open, as if it was waiting for someone. The warm yellow candlelight slanted on the snow at the door, reflecting a warm halo.

When he stepped through the door, he saw a man as gentle as jade, wearing a white fox fur cloak and loose black hair, sitting next to the fire. The red stove in front of him was boiling wine, making a "gurgling" sound as it boiled.

Cooking wine in the red stove at night, returning home on a snowy night.

He suddenly remembered the snowy night of last year's New Year's Eve, when he failed to assassinate King Duan and was chased and surrounded by officers and soldiers. In order to survive, he had to break into a medical hospital to search for medicine, and he also kidnapped a silly doctor who was a kind-hearted doctor.

Before I knew it, a year had passed.

His mouth was a little bitter: "Are you waiting for someone?"

Zhan Taiyan looked at him with a smile:

"People are already here."

………

"That's why I said he was stupid. He managed to live to this day, but he lost his life in vain for a woman from a brothel whom he had only known for three months."

After drinking for three rounds, Mo Wuhen finally couldn't help but speak.

"Knowing that it was a trap, he still went there. As early as when he entered the industry, he knew that people like us should not have weaknesses, but he still knowingly did it..."

The person he mentioned, named Fang Yanshan, was a group of dead soldiers like him. The master they followed became more and more ambitious and insisted on fighting for the throne, so more and more of their group of dead soldiers died.

.

In the past two years, only Fang Yanshan and him were left, but now, Fang Yanshan is gone.

Mo Wuhen is not worth it for him. Those who can live to this day are said to have a hundred lives. Only they themselves know the hardships.

Zhan Taiyan poured him a pot of wine and said silently:

"You are not a fish, you know how happy a fish is."

Mo Wuhen drank it all in one gulp, put the glass on the table and looked up at him.

"The reason why I am alive today is not because I am strong in martial arts, but because I am selfish enough."

When he went on a mission, everyone was hungry in the underground passage for three days and three nights. He was the first to raise a knife and slash the corpse of his companion.

…

Early in the morning, when Mo Wuhen was about to leave, the heavy snow outside the window had stopped.
To be continued...