Blood Sample, the Truth About His Identity

The doctor's eyes reddened at the sight of the blood sample. "Give it back to me!"

But Guiguzi put the test tube away. "I can't give it back to you, and I definitely can't let you use it to revive that guy."

Hearing this, the doctor subconsciously glanced in my direction.

I frowned. His look seemed to be hiding something. He was afraid Guiguzi would reveal something.

Guiguzi continued, "That guy isn't like me. I can still talk to you calmly, but if he really appears, do you think he'll be reasonable?"

The doctor bit his lip. He wanted to accomplish something, and he believed reviving the evolved was the greatest achievement of his life. He even had an entire set of methods for controlling the evolved and making them serve him. But he had failed with Guiguzi. He could no longer control him.

"Who is the guy he mentioned?" I asked the doctor.

The doctor said nothing. Guiguzi said, "Why aren't you answering him? Afraid to answer?"

The doctor still remained silent.

"If you won't say it, I'll say it for you. He wants to revive Chi You, Yellow Emperor, and the Deities or War Generals under their command. He wants to start another ancient war."

Guiguzi's words stunned me. This was far too insane, wasn't it?

"To him, it's like playing a game. A battle game."

"No, it isn't a game. It's an experiment. I can use this method to deduce that period of history. Isn't deducing history something great? Most of the history we know comes from historical records. Why can't we use this method to restore history?" The more the doctor spoke, the more excited he became.

Guiguzi was right. This idea of his was indeed somewhat crazy.

"People will die, and a lot of people