Five Frozen Centuries Chapter 421 - The Story Is Not Over

Chapter 421: The Story Is Not Over

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Wei Huo had saved a person as soon as he had arrived in this world. He had to save that person, as he was the creator of the story—God, the Creator himself.
However, Wei Huo had not expected God to be so fragile in this world. If he had not saved him, God would have been dead.
After dragging the female driver out, Wei Huo controlled her body and made her lie on the ground before cancelling his control over her.
While he was being controlled, the man’s head was twisting around as if he wanted to break his neck. Wei Huo did not control his brain. He only controlled his spine because he did not want to cause any damage to his brain. After all, his brain was too important.
Wei Huo did not know much about the current situation, so he could only wait for that person to wake up to ask him some questions. At the same time, Wei Huo was observing his surroundings while waiting.
The villagers who had discovered the car accident rushed over. When they saw the two unconscious people, they did not move them immediately. Instead, they chose to call the police.
Someone came forward to check the situation. They let out a sigh of relief when they realized that both of them were still breathing. Then, someone said, “Let’s see if there’s anyone in the car in the field!”
Someone got out of the field and shook his head. “There’s no one else.”
Everyone started talking as they looked at the situation in front of them. Although the people present were farmers living nearby, they were not ignorant people. They could tell that the two of them were lying in weird positions. How had they gotten out of the car? Why had the door been removed? Why were they both lying on the ground instead of in the car?
Could the two of them have not fainted? Had they crawled out?
“Move, move! The old man is here!”
A white-haired old man with a white beard walked over with a crutch. His face was covered in wrinkles, and he looked like he was in his seventies or eighties. However, he was in good spirits. Although his clothes were old, they were clean.
He walked up to them and squatted down. He checked their pulse first and shook his head.
A villager asked in shock, “Is there no hope?”
The old man lifted his head and said in confusion, “Her pulse is stable, but the man’s is a little different.”
Someone asked, “How is it different?”
The old man said, “It’s too stable. It doesn’t seem like the pulse of an injured person. Check the wounds on their bodies, especially the man’s.”
Someone came forward and started checking. However, after checking, the person said in shock, “There are no wounds at all. What’s going on?”
All the villagers were shocked. That person’s chest had been dyed red with blood, and his head was covered in blood as well. They had not dared touch him because they had been afraid of tearing his wounds. In the end, he was not even injured?
“Is that blood?”
The person checking said, “Of course it’s blood. I’ve killed pigs my whole life. Can’t I smell blood? Besides, this blood is still hot!”
The old man stood up and said, “Don’t touch them. Leave them to the police and let the doctor handle them. If the police ask, just say that you don’t know anything. Say that no one has touched them.”
The old man’s sense of smell was very sharp. He did not want to cause any trouble. Before he left, he warned them. “I’ve seen many weird things in my life. The reason I’ve survived until now is because I don’t talk much or meddle in other people’s business. Go. Leave two people behind to keep an eye on them.”
The old man’s status in the village was a little unusual. As soon as he spoke, most of the people in the village left, leaving only the two strongest and bravest people behind. However, the two of them looked confused as well. They looked very perplexed.
Before long, the police and the ambulance arrived. The two of them were taken to the hospital. The police found two wallets and their identification cards.
Zhang Zhiwen, male, 21 years old.
Xu Jiameng, female, 24 years old.
Soon, the traffic police arrived as well and started taking samples of the scene. This was a traffic accident, so they needed to take photos and conduct a live investigation.
Meanwhile, Wei Huo had followed Zhang Zhiwen to the hospital. On the way, Wei Huo was very concerned about the old man’s words.
What was this weird thing?
At that moment, Zhang Zhiwen woke up. The hematopoietic stem cells in his body started working at full force, and the fat in his body kept transforming into energy that was provided to the hematopoietic stem cells. Red cells, blood platelets, and white cells were being manufactured continuously.
That was the result of Wei Huo’s mental strength control.
His condition was gradually improving, so he woke up.
Zhang Zhiwen, who had just woken up, had yet to understand what was going on. His mind was in chaos. Then, he heard a voice. “Doctor, he’s awake!”
“Hold him down. Don’t let him move. His bones might be broken.”
“Huh?”
Zhang Zhiwen was confused. What are you talking about? Why can’t I understand? What happened to me? I… I was hit!
He suddenly realized something, and his calf twitched uncontrollably.
He was awake! He was completely awake!
That terrifying moment appeared in his mind like a movie replay. It appeared in his imagination.
Wei Huo speculated that this terrifying memory might lead to a world filled with car accidents in Zhang Zhiwen’s imagination.
“My head… My head hurts!” Zhang Zhiwen’s voice was hoarse and dry, and he could barely speak. It was as if there was fire in his throat.
“Hold him in place. He might have a concussion!”
“Water… Is there water?” Zhang Zhiwen wanted to drink water very much, as his body had consumed a lot of water to quickly manufacture blood.
“Give him a sedative and a bag of saline water… That’s weird. Why are there no wounds on his body?”
The blood-stained clothes on Zhang Zhiwen’s chest had been torn open, but although his chest was covered in blood, there were no wounds. There was not even a scar, let alone a wound.
The doctor had been a doctor for many years but had never seen such a situation. After thinking about it for a moment, he said, “His heartbeat and blood pressure are stable. Don’t touch him for the time being. Let’s wait until he’s at the hospital.”
Zhang Zhiwen, who had been sedated, fell asleep. However, Wei Huo started talking to him in his mind.
“What’s your occupation?” Wei Huo asked.
Zhang Zhiwen was speechless.
“Is your story over?” Wei Huo asked.
Zhang Zhiwen was speechless.
No matter what Wei Huo asked, Zhang Zhiwen remained silent. After a long time, he asked, “Who are you?”
However, Wei Huo remained silent. He did not answer because he did not know how to explain himself. I’m a God-level expert who ran out of your head… If I say that, I’ll probably scare this person into thinking that he has a split personality.
After a long silence, Wei Huo said, “Zhang Zhiwen, remember: Your story is not over yet.”