Chapter 100 - Chapter 100: 74. Sister cuts fruit (1/2)
Chapter 100: 74. Sister cuts fruit
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‘Quick! Quick! Quick!”
“Gurgle…”
After nightfall, another stretcher cart passed by the door.
Noland Lee put down the book in his hands and took out the Personal Panel to do some calculations.
Not counting the stretcher cart just now, from this afternoon to eight o’clock in the evening, a total of 20 severely wounded military officers had been sent here by the soldiers.
Eight of them were successfully rescued and transferred from the Surgery Room to the wards.
The remaining 12 people were all critically injured, and the soldiers carried them to the incineration furnace or the morgue.
Noland Lee collected 2.4 points of Soul Strength from these 12 people and now had 3.6 points of Soul Strength in hand.
According to this ratio, if he stays up all night and keeps a close watch on the corridor, he can collect at least 50 points of Soul Strength before leaving the Medical Department.
This is a considerable expected income.
Enough to use half of the “Death Finger.”
Upon thinking of this spell, Noland Lee felt a headache coming on.
After having dinner just now, he put 10 points of energy into the “Death Spell
UP Pool” – the “Martyr’s Ten Commandments.”
If 1 point of energy is equal to drawing one card, 10 points of energy would be a
10-card draw.
A ten-card draw…should at least have a guaranteed card, right?
But this “Death Spell UP Pool” was extremely twisted.
Noland Lee only got a death-related book for the 10 points of energy he spent..
“The Grand Collection of Death Art.”
This is the name of that book.
Before crossing, Noland had read works like “A Thousand Ways to Die,” “Detective Drum Washing Machine,” and so on.
These works are similar to “The Grand Collection of Death Art,” introducing various bizarre methods of death.
However, “The Grand Collection of Death Art” is more artistic.
It processes the remains from the perspective of color, shape, and implication, giving the works specific mystery meanings.
When death and art are combined, it creates a disgusting yet irresistible book.
To avoid losing his appetite and seeing all meat as white flesh, Noland Lee didn’t read much of this book and left it aside as a reference book.
“Gurgle gurgle…”
“Whimper…”
The stretcher cart came out of the Surgery Room with a low whimper and passed by Noland Lee’s door.