As soon as Wei Huo came to this world, he saved a person. This person was the creator of the story, God, and the Creator.

But Wei Huo did not expect that this god was so fragile in this world. If it weren't for Wei Huo's rescue, he would definitely be dead.

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

During this period of time when he was controlled, the man's head twisted around, as if he was about to break his neck. The reason why Wei Huo did not control his brain and only controlled his spine was because he did not want to cause any damage to his brain, after all, his brain was too important.

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

The villagers who found the car accident rushed over. When they saw two sleepy people, they did not move them immediately, but chose to call the police.

Someone came up to check the situation and found that both of them were still angry, which made them feel relieved. Then, he asked again: "Go and see if there are anyone in the car in the field!"

Someone got out of the field and then shook his head at the person above: "No one is left."

Everyone started to talk about the situation in front of them again. Although the farmers who were present were farmers living nearby, they were not without knowledge. They could also see that the place where the two were lying was a bit strange, how did these two people come out of the car, why the door was removed, and why both of them were lying on the ground instead of in the car.

Could it be that these two people did not fall into a coma immediately and crawled out?

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

An old man with white hair and white beard walked over with a crutch. His face was full of wrinkles and looked like he was in his seventies or eighties, but he was in good spirits. Although his clothes were old, they were clean and tidy.

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

Some villagers asked in surprise: "Is there no help?"

The old man raised his head and said in confusion: "The pulse is very stable, but this one for the man is a little different."

Someone asked: "Why is it different?"

The old man said: "It's too stable, it's a bit unlike the pulse of the injured person. Please check the wounds on their bodies, especially the man's."

Someone came up to start the examination, but after checking, the man said in surprise: "There is no wound at all, what's going on?"

All the villagers were shocked. The man's chest was stained with blood and his head was covered with blood. They didn't dare to touch the man because they were afraid of tearing the wound. As a result, you said that the man was not injured?

"Is that blood?"

The person checked the test said, "Of course this is blood. I have killed pigs for a lifetime and I can't smell the blood? And the blood is still hot!"

The old man stood up and said, "Don't touch them, leave them to the police, and leave them to the doctor for treatment. If the police ask, you will say you don't know and say no one has touched them."

The old man had a keen sense of smell. He didn't want to cause trouble. When he left, he also reminded him: "I have seen many strange things in my life. The reason why I can live until now is because I never gossip or meddled with other people. Let's leave and leave two people behind to stare at it."

The old man's identity in the village was a bit unusual. As soon as he spoke, most of the people in the village left, leaving only two strongest and most courageous people, but the two of them were also full of doubts and looked puzzled.

Not long after, the police and the ambulance arrived and the two were taken to the hospital. The police found their wallets and found 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 needed to take photos and conduct on-site investigation and analysis.

At this moment, Wei Huo had already followed Zhang Zhiwen to the hospital. On the way, Wei Huo was very concerned about the old man's words.

What exactly does the so-called strange thing mean?

At this moment, Zhang Zhiwen actually woke up. The hematopoietic stem cells in his body began to work hard. The fat in his body was constantly converted into energy, and then the blood components such as hematopoietic stem cells, red blood cells, platelets, white blood cells were continuously produced.

These are all the results of Wei Huo's mental power control.

His situation was getting better, so he woke up.

Zhang Zhiwen, who had just woken up, had not yet understood what was going on. His brain was temporarily in chaos. Then, he heard a voice: "Doctor, he is awake!"

"Hold him down and 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 was hit!

He suddenly reacted and his calf twitched involuntarily.

Wake up, wake up, completely awake!

That terrible moment appeared in his mind like a video replay, in his imagination space.

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

"Head...headache!" Zhang Zhiwen's voice was very hoarse and dry, and he could hardly speak, and there seemed to be fire in his throat.

"Fix him, he may have a concussion!"

"Water...is there water?" Zhang Zhiwen wanted to drink water very much because his body consumed a lot of water to quickly create blood.

"Give him a sedative and get a bag of saline... It's weird, why is there no wound on him?"

Zhang Zhiwen's clothes covered with blood on his bra had been torn apart, but although his chest was covered with dirty blood, there was no wound, let alone wounds, not even scars.

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

Zhang Zhiwen, who was beaten with a tranquilizer, fell asleep, but in his mind, Wei Huo was talking to him.

"What is your profession?" 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 did not answer because he did not know how he should explain. I was a god-level powerful man who ran out of your head. Saying this would probably scare this person to the point of being divided.
Chapter completed!