Five Frozen Centuries

As soon as Wei Huo came to this world, he saved a person. This person is what he must save, because this person is the creator of the story, a god, and the creator.

But Wei Huo didn't expect that this god is so fragile in this world, if Wei Huo hadn't rescued him, he would definitely be dead.

After dragging the female driver out of here, Wei Huo took advantage of the situation to control the body and lay down on the ground, and he canceled the control.

During the period of being controlled, the man's head twisted around, as if he was about to break his neck, and the reason why Wei Huo didn't control his brain but only his spine was because he didn't want to give him What kind of damage does the brain cause? After all, his brain is too important.

Wei Huo didn't know much about the current situation, so he could only wait for this person to wake up, and then ask him some questions. At the same time, while waiting, Wei Huo was also observing the surrounding situation.

The villagers who discovered the car accident rushed over. After seeing the two unconscious people, they did not move them immediately, but chose to call the police.

Someone came to check the situation and found that both of them were still alive, which made them all heave a sigh of relief, and then asked again: "Go and see if there is anyone in the car in the field!"

Someone got out of the field, then shook his head at the people above: "There is no one."

Everyone looked at the situation in front of them and began to discuss. Although the people present were farmers living nearby, they were not uninformed. They could also see that the positions where the two were lying were a bit strange. How did these two people get out of the car? Come out, why the door was removed, why both of them were lying on the ground instead of in the car.

Could it be that these two people crawled out without being unconscious immediately?

"Get out of the way, get out of the way! The old man is coming!"

An old man with white hair and beard walked over with a cane. His face was wrinkled and he looked seventy or eighty years old, but he was in good spirits. Although his clothes were old, they were clean and tidy.

He walked up to the two of them, and then squatted down. He took the pulse of the two of them first, and then shook his head.

Some villagers asked in surprise: "Is it hopeless?"

The old man raised his head, and said suspiciously: "The pulse is very stable, but the man's pulse is a little different."

Someone asked, "Why is it different?"

The old man said: "It's too steady, it doesn't look like the pulse of an injured person. Check the wounds on their bodies, especially the man."

Someone came forward and started to check, but after checking, the person said in surprise: "There is no wound at all, what's going on?"

All the villagers were taken aback. That person's chest was completely red with blood, and his head was covered with blood. They didn't dare to touch this person because they were afraid of tearing the wound. You said that this person was not injured?

"Is that blood?"

The inspector said, "Of course it's blood. I've slaughtered pigs all my life and still can't smell the blood? And the blood is still hot!"

The old man stood up, and he said: "Don't touch them, hand them over to the police, and hand them over to the doctor. If the police ask, you just say you don't know, and say that no one has touched them."

The old man has a keen sense of smell, and he didn't want to cause trouble. When he left, he said: "I have seen a lot of strange things in my life. The reason why I can live until now is because I never gossip or meddle in other people's business." , Let’s all go, just leave two people watching.”

The status of this old man in the village is a bit unusual. As soon as he spoke, most of the people in the village left, leaving only the two strongest and most courageous people. He looked puzzled.

It didn't take long for the police and ambulance to arrive, and the two were taken to the hospital. The police found their wallets and their ID cards.

Zhang Zhiwen, male, 21 years old.

Xu Jiameng, female, 24 years old.

After a while, the traffic police also came, and they began to take samples and investigate the scene. This was a traffic accident, so they were required to take pictures and conduct on-site investigation and analysis.

At this moment, Wei Huo had followed Zhang Zhiwen to the hospital. On the way, Wei Huo was very concerned about what the old man said.

What exactly are the so-called strange things?

And at this moment, Zhang Zhiwen woke up unexpectedly, the hematopoietic stem cells in his body began to work at full capacity, the fat in his body was continuously converted into energy, and then supplied to the hematopoietic stem cells, red blood cells, platelets, white blood cells and other blood components were continuously produced come out.

This is all the result of Wei Huo's spiritual control.

His condition was gradually improving, so he woke up.

Zhang Zhiwen who just woke up didn't understand what was going on, his brain was temporarily in chaos, and then he heard a voice: "Doctor, he's awake!"

"Hold him, don't let him move, his bones may be broken."

"ah?"

Zhang Zhiwen became confused, what are you talking about, why can't I understand, what's wrong with me? I. I got hit!

He suddenly reacted, and his calf twitched involuntarily.

Wake up, wake up, wide awake!

That terrifying moment appeared in his mind like a movie replay, in his imagination.

Wei Huo speculates that this terrible memory may lead to the birth of a world full of car accidents in Zhang Zhiwen's imagination.

"Headache!" Zhang Zhiwen's voice was very hoarse and dry, he could hardly speak, as if there was fire in his throat.

"Stop him, he may have a concussion!"

"Is there water?" Zhang Zhiwen wanted to drink water very much, because his body consumed a lot of water in order to quickly produce blood.

"Give him a sedative, and give him a bag of normal saline. Strange, why is there no wound on his body?"

Zhang Zhiwen's blood-stained clothes on his chest had been torn off, but although his chest was covered with blood, there were no wounds, let alone wounds, not even scars.

The doctor has been practicing medicine for so many years, but he has never seen such a situation. After thinking for a while, he said: "The heartbeat and blood pressure are stable, don't touch him for now, wait until the hospital."

Zhang Zhiwen, who was sedated, fell asleep, but in his mind, Wei Huo was talking to him.

"What is your occupation?" Wei Huo asked.

Zhang Zhiwen: "."

"Is your story over?" Wei Huo asked.

Zhang Zhiwen: "."

No matter what Wei Huo asked, Zhang Zhiwen always kept silent. It was not until a long time later that Zhang Zhiwen asked, "Who are you?"

However, Wei Huo also began to remain silent. He didn't answer, because he didn't know how to explain himself. I am a god-level powerhouse who came out of your head. Saying so would probably scare this person into thinking he has a split personality.

After a long silence, Wei Huo said, "Zhang Zhiwen, remember, your story is not over yet."