The Lovely Heiress Is Actually A God Beast-Chapter 625: A Bunch of Madmen

The organization, with its brainwashing pattern of thought, kept adding new members, many of whom were biological geniuses, medical prodigies, and elites from various fields.

Soul transplantation, how absurd and laughable it sounded.

How could so many people be deceived?

They were all clearly elites. ƒгeewebnovёl_com

It was precisely because they were elites that their thought patterns were always bewildering. If they had thought the same as the masses, they would just be one of the many, never standing out as elites.

They believed that, in centuries past, speaking to people of that era about transplanting a heart to save a life would certainly have made one seem insane.

More severely, one could have been deemed a demon spreading delusions and taken to be burned at the stake.

The ancients believed that the body and hair are inherited from one’s parents and that it was essential to leave a whole corpse, lying in a coffin and buried in peace after death.

If one were to tell the ancients that their greatest wish was to be cremated after death and have their ashes scattered at sea to drift with the waves and return to the ocean, they too would be considered a misfit, a madman.

Yet, what was once inconceivable and deemed madness by the ancients is now taken for granted.

A young girl, blind in both eyes, had her vision restored through a corneal transplant.

Those born with heart defects, after undergoing heart transplants, were freed from all the inconveniences brought by heart disease.

Those with liver issues could have half a liver transplanted and quickly regenerate their own.

In the eyes of the ancients, wouldn’t this be considered inhumane?

Now, after death, everyone is sent to a crematorium for cremation. How many are left with a whole corpse, lying in a coffin, buried in peace?

The organization believed that all of this was made possible by the appearance of the first group of misfits who resisted and changed the status quo.

There had to be a Hua Tuo scraping bone to treat poisoning before people would believe that a doctor could also use a knife to treat illness.

There needed to be one successful transplant case after another to make those patients long for a matching success, thus enabling them to live longer.

It was all achieved through the efforts of the first group of people, those so great that they were enshrined in textbooks to propagate their greatness.

These organization members also had their vanity; they too wanted to be among the first to successfully transplant a soul and become one of the greats who made human immortality possible.

After listening to the "Pheasant" Spiritual Body’s story, Shen Cang narrowed his eyes dangerously.

Some of it was embellished, half could be believed, the other half could not.

Perhaps the Spiritual Body wasn’t lying, as its eyes seemed very sincere.

But all of this was just what the upper echelons of the organization allowed the Spiritual Body to know. Perhaps the things the Spiritual Body had been made aware of from the beginning were half true, half false, and it simply believed it all to be true.

Shen Cang, "Is your Spiritual Body patched together?"

"Pheasant" Spiritual Body flapped its wings at the back, "Yes, I had the highest compatibility and was successfully implanted."

"How many failed experiments were conducted in total?"

"I don’t know, because I am not even sure how many members there are in Blue Star. It’s a mystery, and perhaps an astonishing number."

"Sleep now," Shen Cang said as he dipped his brush in cinnabar to draw a talisman on the glass bottle.

The "Pheasant" Spiritual Body felt increasingly heavy, its floating state gradually shifted to a crouching position, hands clutching its knees, head buried into the knees, slowly sinking into deep sleep.

Little Taotie had already become bored playing with the "Pheasant" bones.

Her little teeth were incredibly sharp, able to crush chicken bones, yet when dealing with "Pheasant" bones, it seemed she had met her match, chewing until her cheeks hurt, never managing to break a single thin "Pheasant" bone.

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