The journey of a heroine starting from the Dragon Clan

Feeling the bumps on his body, Sergey closed his eyes tightly.

Although the injury on his head looked quite serious and he was bleeding all the time, he had deliberately adjusted his body position before falling.

It is precisely because of this that he is still able to maintain his sanity.

Under the current circumstances, if you want to enter the medical room, ordinary minor injuries like scratching your arms or thighs are useless. Only people like him who are unconscious and must seize the time to receive treatment Only seriously injured people have the possibility to enter the medical room.

Fortunately, he was right.

But unfortunately, the situation in the medical room seemed to be far worse than he imagined...

After he was taken to the medical room on a stretcher, no one took care of him anymore except for someone who came over and sprinkled some alcohol on his wound to disinfect it and randomly took a pack of gauze.

Occasionally, he heard some conversations coming from the side.

"What should I do with this guy? He seems to be a mixed race too...?"

"...Let's figure it out. The doctor is gone. It depends on his own destiny..."

"Will it have any impact if I put it here? After all, here..."

"It's okay. He didn't wake up from the pain when I poured alcohol on him just now. It seems that the injury is quite deep. It will probably take at least tomorrow for him to wake up. We'll see then."

"...That's fine, it won't affect anything anyway..."

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Later, what Sergey heard was the sound of footsteps walking out of the door, and with the sound of the two people walking out and the door closing, the room suddenly became quiet.

...No, I can’t say quiet.

Just when Sergey was racking his brains to think about what the other party meant when he said that the doctor was gone, he suddenly smelled an extremely unpleasant rancid smell.

The stench was so strong and so unpleasant... He almost vomited out what he had eaten for lunch.

At this moment, he suddenly understood why the two people only stayed in the room for a short time and then hurried out of the door.

If it weren't for his strong willpower, he would have wanted to run out of the medical room immediately. The lingering and extremely rich putrid odor was simply like a biological and chemical torture...

...where does this stench come from?

Holding his breath subconsciously, Sergey quietly opened his eyes.

The medical room was extremely quiet. Apart from the stench, there was no chewing sound like Yakov said before. However, because the windows were nailed shut with wooden boards, even though it was still daytime, the medical The light in the room seemed extremely dim.

With half-squinted eyes, Sergey adjusted to the light on the bed for a while before he finally got used to it.

Like most medical rooms, each bed has a corresponding curtain compartment. The bed he is lying on is no exception. Both sides are tightly covered by curtains, and only the side facing the head of the bed is left open. There is a small exit that is only large enough for one person to enter and exit, which is clearly visible at a glance.

Quietly sitting up from the bed, Sergey reached out and pressed the wound on his head. After taking a sharp breath of air, he stood up quietly, feeling much more energetic.

But before he took a few steps, he suddenly realized that something was not right under his feet. Not to mention it was soft when he stepped on it, and the whole thing was uneven.

"this thing……"

Leaning down, Sergey frowned and looked at the layer covering the ground... "meat"?

...He could only use this to describe it.

For some unknown reason, the floor of the medical room is generally covered with a layer of dark red meat. These pieces of meat are extremely sticky and tough, and are firmly adsorbed on the floor. They look disgusting.

"...No, the rotten smell doesn't come from above..."

While muttering to himself, after raising his head and looking ahead, he simply slipped under the curtain and got into a bed next to him.

Then when he stood up holding his nose and saw the scene in front of him, his expression immediately changed slightly.

No less collapsed than the relatively clean bed over there, the bed here was simply miserable. Not only were the white sheets covered with condensed dark red marks everywhere, but the flesh and blood adsorbed on the ground were even scattered on the bed. It was broken out piece by piece, looking extremely disgusting.

But... what about the person on the bed?

Following the direction of the scattered flesh and blood on the bed, Sergey slowly raised his head, suppressing the deep fear in his heart.

…Then he saw hell.

On the ceiling corresponding to this bed, countless sticky flesh and blood were set up there like spider webs, and in the center of the pool of flesh and blood, a bloody human face stared blankly at him.

"!!!"

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"How many days are left for the trip?"

Putting the red wine glass in his hand back on the table, Bondarev asked without raising his head.

"If we drive at full speed, we can arrive there in about five days."

Bowing slightly, the first mate answered solemnly.

"Five days...how is the situation down there in the bilge?"

Raising his head, Bondarev looked at the other party.

"Under the irrigation of flesh and blood, the dragon cocoon has been initially awakened, and the opponent is currently slowly eroding the bottom cabin."

It was obvious that he had known this kind of thing by heart, and the first mate spoke seriously.

"According to preliminary estimates, if we want to achieve the results expected by His Highness, we must invest more flesh and blood on the opponent."

"..."

After receiving the answer, Bondarev said nothing, but unconsciously tapped the table with his fingers, as if he was thinking about something.

It wasn't until a long while that he raised his head.

"According to you, the scheduled blood meals on the ship are not enough to achieve the goal?"

"It's not enough. After all, those blood foods are ordinary people, and they are far from enough to be used as sacrifices. We still need more blood foods."

The first mate shook his head.

"Do you need to inform the family to fly in a new batch of blood food to make up for the shortfall? There are still five days left, we can make it in time."

"No need."

Standing up from the chair, Bondarev spoke calmly.

"Since ordinary people can't satisfy the appetite for that thing, then just include mixed races. Naturally, the fewer people who know about secrets, the better."

"Your Highness means..."

Rarely, the first mate hesitated.

"That's what you understand. On the way forward, there will always be people who sacrifice for this. The difference is just sooner or later."

Turning to look at the first mate beside him, Bondarev chuckled softly.

"Don't worry, we will remember them in the future."

"...I will obey your orders."

After a long silence, the first mate lowered his head.

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