Ding Yi can't know what the factors contained in the blood that change the qualifications of the human body in "The Mystery of the Source" look like.

Everyone has seen blood, but if you want to observe the inside of blood, you must have cultivated techniques that can observe small things, such as Eagle Eye, Magic Pupil, Perspective, Contemplation, and Bottom of the Heart...... Different factions, different pupils.

Ding Yike doesn't know anything, he wants to see subtle things, he only has one thing, a magnifying glass. However, it seems that the simple magnifying glass I made last time was not very successful. But that's at least the way to do it, isn't it?

But obviously, now is not the time for Ding Yi to engage in research. Besides, how to distinguish the factors in the blood, how to isolate and extract them, the book does not explain. It is impossible for Ding Yi to be so perverted and copy Lee Jaemin's experiment.

And the difference between cultivators and us ordinary people is that they have in their blood the kind of cultivation qualifications that we mortals don't have, or very few, or mortals also have but haven't been awakened.

How exactly did Lee Jaemin isolate and extract the factors in this blood, the book does not explain, Ding Yi believes that those are undoubtedly extremely terrifying operating procedures.

This means that countless civilians will be killed, and their flesh and blood will be refined and extracted by countless Lee Jae-min, and refined into genetic pills and genetic medicines. It was obtained by those who were rich and powerful, or children in the Xiuzhen family who did not have the qualifications to cultivate the truth.

As for the rest of the general public, they may end up just becoming livestock that provide flesh and blood resources for these cultivators.

Even this terrible reality will soon happen to Ding Yi, or Ding Yi's descendants.

Thinking about it carefully, Ding Yi's hairs trembled.

We must not allow this to happen to ourselves and our future generations. Ding Yi swore secretly. Ding Yi has never been so angry, this terrible thing, I hope it will never happen.

But what if, this thing is already irreversibly underway?

At this moment, how much Ding Yi hoped that those heroes in the illusion disk would appear, and then lead a large number of followers to launch a revolution vigorously, and beat all those evil cultivators, no, it was completely wiped out! At this moment, Ding Yi's feelings were so strong, and the kind of hatred and anger towards the cultivators filled his whole body.

But the soul in his bones who was extremely afraid of the cultivator seemed to be telling him that he was looking for death. This is a mantis arm as a car, not self-sufficient.

Cultivators are all 'enemies', and they are by no means able to deal with them just by relying on their blood and not being afraid of bloodshed and sacrifice. The martial arts and deeds of ordinary people are a joke in the eyes of cultivators. These people, who are known as the closest to 'gods' in history, have soared into the sky, called for wind and rain, turned over rivers and seas, moved mountains and reclaimed seas, and other miraculous feats beyond the imagination of mortals.

Against it?

Is it ridiculous or arrogant? It's as ridiculous as the fireflies want to compete with the bright moon, and the turtle wants to race with the rabbit.

The civilians under the rule of the cultivators, even the idea of rebellion was so pale and powerless. This is a fear that goes deep into the soul. There is a gap between heaven and man, and the cultivator is the heaven of the common people, and it is a fact in this world to give what he wants.

Because you suspect that you have hidden contraband, you can trample on the dignity of the other party regardless of whether the other party is a woman or a child, and search wantonly. Just one wrong gesture can take a person's life. In order to get something, you can directly grab it. In order to get a person, you can sacrifice the lives of dozens or hundreds of other people.

Man is a sword, I am a fish. Cultivators are really invincible objects.

In the past, people could comfort the gods and pray for their protection, at least they still had some anticipation of the afterlife in their hearts. The campaign to destroy the gods hundreds of years ago destroyed the faith of all civilians. I am God, and God is me. The cultivator arrogantly proclaimed to the world.

Because the empire does not allow the appearance of worship other than royalty. Therefore, countless temples and Taoist temples that have been worshiped for hundreds or even thousands of years have been burned, and countless clay puppets have been pushed in. And the people's faith has also been destroyed.

Who should I believe, and who should I pray to?

Although Ding Yi's education since childhood also made him accept this atheistic view, believing that cultivation is a way to seek self-liberation, pursue truth, and achieve the supreme state of great freedom and freedom. But after all, he still hasn't jumped out of this trap of no faith, and it is difficult to seek self-affirmation. A cultivator can be ashamed to say, 'God is me, I am God!'" But what about the mortals whose faith has been destroyed by the cultivators? They fear the cultivators, but they don't worship the cultivators. They can also participate in the Tao of Enlightenment like cultivators, but in fact, it is nothing more than a denial and evasion of their mortal identity.

The tragic scenes, I used to think that those were all in the phantom disk, which was a reflection of people's negative emotions, and it was impossible to appear in reality.

The dogmatic words of the general public to support the cultivators, and the cultivators to feed back to the mortals, once made Ding Yi believe that it was true. The real world, the bloody reality made Ding Yi completely unacceptable.

This book is really a book that should be banned, if it is really as the author said, Ding Yi simply doesn't know whether to believe in all the good beliefs in this world, all the morals and ethics. Ding Yi's outlook on life and values at this moment are about to collapse.

Put all the books in the box and bury them all under the bed. Ding Yi didn't dare to read any other books, and he suffered from extremely severe paranoia. On this midsummer night, Ding Yi shivered coldly, it was a cold that was cold to the bone, it was a cold that could not be relieved and irresistible.

In the middle of the night, Ding Yi got up at least twice and went to the storage room to take out the quilt for the winter. But the cold to the bones still can't get rid of it.

When Wu Shuhui went to wake up Ding Yi early in the morning, she found that Ding Yi's situation was wrong. She saw that her youngest son was covered with three or four quilts, and his teeth were shivering with cold, and he shivered on the bed. She hurriedly called Ding Zhaoding in.

The husband and wife both looked at each other and were at a loss in the face of Ding Yi's situation. But Ding Yi's attitude is extremely resolute, that is, he will not go to the doctor and will never go out of the room. Seeing that Ding Yi's lips were frozen and black, the two of them were sad and sad. Seeing that the conditions at home are gradually improving, the children are about to grow up, and the foreign debts that have been worrying about them have all been paid off, I didn't expect that the youngest son who brought these changes to the family had such a strange disease again.

Ding Zhaoding looked at his son's emaciated cheeks, those bright eyes, and his heart was like a knife. Ding Li and Ding Yun also ran into Ding Yi's room. Faced with Ding Yi's situation, everyone was at a loss.

"Xiao Yi, what's wrong with you, how could you get this disease for no reason, did you encounter something special yesterday, or provoked someone you shouldn't provoke?" Ding Zhaoding suddenly asked.

Ding Zhaoding wanted his expression to be less stiff, and his son was afraid of him.

When Ding Zhaoding encountered this situation, the first thing he thought of was those terrible existences.

"No, I just feel cold, cold. Ding Yi tried hard to wrap the quilt more tightly. Wu Shuhui couldn't hold back her tears anymore, overflowed her eyes, hid her face and rushed out of the door.

Ding Zhaoding still insisted on asking Ding Yi what happened yesterday. But Ding Yi just deduced that he didn't. The family is gloomy, and everyone's hearts are very sad.

Because martial law has been imposed these days, everyone will not go out if they can. The family sat around Ding Yi's bedroom, and Wu Shuhui went to the kitchen to boil several buckets of hot water, hoping to take a hot bath to steam out the cold poison that invaded Ding Yi's body. But apparently this didn't work. The hot bath with red all over his body, not long after soaking in, Ding Yi's whole body began to freeze blue again.

Chewing dried chili peppers, drinking soju, ginger soup, the same home remedies, bathing, steaming, making charcoal fire, everyone tried all the methods they could think of. But there is no one way to do it. This strange disease is also strange, whether it is taken internally and externally, medicine or physics, it is useless, it is useless. Not only did it not delay Ding Yi's condition, but it seemed to have worsened.

Ding Yi looked at his family members who were sweating in front of him and were still struggling, he was like seeing ants on a hot pot, and his family members were worried about his condition. What Ding Yi thought of was the flame that was burning in the hot pot, which was the cold flame of the cultivator.

They are all ants under the cultivation!