I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 1313 Fried Luthor Ghost

"Actually, I knew about Luthor's situation right away." Harry mused, "If he could be healed, even if it cost a lot and cost a lot of merit points, I would have saved him at that time. "

This is talking big.

If curing Luther requires more than [-] Heavenly Merits, she will pretend that the Voice of Heaven is powerless.

However, she wasn't putting on a show. She was able to save Luther in time at some cost, but she deliberately dragged it on until the superheroes and world-renowned doctors were helpless, and Luther's family anxiously came to her and wailed, "Please." The genius doctor makes a move."Then she took out two silver needles calmly and leisurely, and revived Luther with a few simple strokes amidst many old doctors exclaiming, "Ah, this is a fake magic needle that has been lost for many years."

Of course Harley likes to act aggressively, but the premise of acting aggressively is not to delay the business.

Just talking about the benefits of rescuing Luther in time, knowing the case of the "true and false Luther" immediately, providing relevant information about the fake Luther, and even helping to find the fake Luther, she sincerely hopes that Luther will wake up as soon as possible.

What's more, Luther was barely her friend, and logically she had a reason to help him.

"What's Luther's situation? You don't even know how to treat it, Miss Quinn." Mrs. Luther said worriedly.

In her heart, the Heavenly Young Master is almost omnipotent and a little god.

Lina was also shocked and worried, "The doctor said he just had a concussion, and as long as he rests well, he may wake up automatically at any time."

Harry shook his head and said, "Luthor's problem is not the brain, but the soul. Lena, do you understand your brother's 'soul data' experiment?"

Lina nodded awkwardly, "I haven't studied it, I only saw some information from the experimental database."

"Luthor is like being pulled out of the soul, making the soul digital, and then disrupting the order of the data, and finally stuffing the messy soul into Luthor's body." Harry explained.

"I buy it, can it still be like this?" Lina's face turned pale, "Won't his body reject the messy code soul? After all, messy code means that it is no longer his soul."

Harley took a deep look at her, this chick is dishonest, she said before that she only saw some superficial information of soul digitization, but now she immediately grasped the core of the problem.

"The garbled code of the soul data is just a metaphor. For the convenience of your understanding, the real situation is more complicated than that.

That person's methods are very powerful and his technique is very sophisticated. sighed Harry.

Lina snorted: "If, I mean if... can we take out Luthor's soul again, digitize it first, and then readjust it to the correct order?"

"You think you can do it?" Harry asked back.

"Can you find his original soul data backup? I remember that during the crisis on infinite earth, you helped him clean the Brainiac imprint in his soul." Lena asked.

From the moment they talked about the digitization of the soul, the old Mrs. Luther began to listen to the heavenly scriptures.

She couldn't understand anything, so she could only look at her daughter eagerly for a while, and look at Harry expectantly for a while.

Now she looked away again, aiming her expectant gaze at Harry.

"You don't know what kind of person your brother is? How could he allow his soul information to fall into the hands of others? As soon as he recovered, he immediately called to ask for the data.

My attitude towards digitalization of the soul Well, you may not know it, but your brother definitely does.

I didn't save his data at all. "

After a pause, Harry continued: "In addition, soul data is not the same as genetic data. The soul is composed of elements such as experience, worldview, and memory, and it changes every day.

Today's you is no longer yesterday's you, that's what it means. "

"Could it be that Luther is completely hopeless and can only lie on the bed waiting to die?" Lina asked desperately.

Harry shook his head again, "At least there is another way for me, but it's too dangerous, Luthor is in danger of death. So."

She glanced at the mother and daughter, and said strangely: "In fact, I have been waiting for you, waiting for you to try your best to find a good remedy for Luthor, and waiting for you to try all the common methods.

When you come to me, I will tell you my method of 'fighting poison with fire'.

As his close relatives, if you agree to sign a waiver of liability, I will treat him. "

"This..." Lena was surprised at first, then hesitated.

Luther's mother was very straightforward, "What method, let's talk about it first."

"Kill Luther." Harry said.

"Okay!" The two Luthors, along with Ivy and Selena who were listening beside them, exclaimed.

"Killing Luther, his soul must be apart from the god of war in heaven and the garrison of the City of Silver. I actually have a position in heaven-the guardian of hell.

Responsible for guarding the border of hell and arresting illegal border crossers. "

It is actually her welfare to catch border crossers, and her real job is to ensure that the "hell unbanned" incident will never happen again.

"I mean, if, if Luther's soul goes to hell, I can accurately lock him up. Some methods cannot be used on living people, but they are especially effective on souls."

"What if Luthor doesn't go to hell?" Luthor's mother asked.

Lina patted the back of her hand helplessly.

As a famous super villain, how could he not even have the consciousness to go to hell?
Ha Li laughed and said, "It would be even better if I went to heaven. I can go directly to heaven and enjoy the blessings. There is no need to save."

"Oh, can you be saved after going to hell?" Luther's mother finally realized that her son was still being rescued, not arranging for the funeral.

"It may be saved, or it may die, this is the risk." Harry said.

"Can you use magic to draw out the soul and use your healing method on the soul?" Lina asked.

"The reason why Luthor fell into 'brain death' was because he knew some very important secrets, and some people didn't want the secrets to be exposed. At the same time, he couldn't be killed, lest his soul be found after death.

He used a non-magical means on Luthor's body.

It is not necessarily to extract the soul and disrupt the genetic code of the soul.I said that before, just to make it easier for you to understand.

His means are more sophisticated, close to the Creator, but not magic.

Then, I guess, since he doesn't want Luther to die, does it mean that after Luther's death, the soul can get rid of the means imposed on the body? "

Lina thought about it, "The state of the soul at the time of death is different from the soul drawn out while alive? After death, it will be all over, and it will be easier for the soul to wake up if it can get rid of the shackles of the body?"

Harry smiled with satisfaction, "Would you like to try?"

"Who used such a vicious method against Luther?" Luther's mother said angrily.

"I also want to hear the exact answer from Luther."

Lina looked at her mother hesitantly.

Harry stood up and said, "You can discuss it slowly, there is no rush."

An hour later, the vegetative Luthor was taken to the "Quinn Clinic" by the Archimedes airship for treatment.

Accompanying the vigilante is Arrow Oliver.

Zhenglian has been "protecting" Luther, and today it's Oliver's turn to be on duty.

When Luthor was carried to the operating table, Harry used the energy of the yellow light to manifest a long and thin scalpel, without anesthesia or disinfection, and gently inserted it into his heart.

"Chih—" blood shot half a meter high.

The operating table and the floor were splashed with bright red, but Harley's body was not stained with blood.

"Plop, plop." Luther's body twitched a few times before he lost his breath.

Oliver, who was drinking milk tea while waiting to witness Harry's miraculous medical skills, was stunned.

"Pa-ta~" The milk tea cup fell to the ground, he twisted his face and rushed towards the operating table, yelling, "Harry, what are you doing? Stop—"

"What are you doing? Stop!" As soon as he moved, the two female Luthers beside him hurriedly pulled him back.

"You—" Oliver looked at them incredulously, "Didn't you see what Harry did?"

"She's saving Luther, don't disturb her." The mother and daughter said in unison, solemnly.

Oliver scanned their faces, and immediately thought of "that shitty thing about the rich family" in his mind.

Do you want to fight for inheritance?
No, Harry wouldn't be involved in that kind of crap.

He calmed down, stopped rushing forward, and carefully looked at the operating table. The operating room was a small reception room next to the living room. The operating table was a 1.8-meter-long cherry wood desk, which was very simple.

But soon his pupils constricted and his expression became astonished.

"Luther's blood" He rubbed his eyes, Luther's blood was still dark gray, and the blood suddenly changed from bright red to dark gray.

Then something that surprised him even more happened. With Luthor's wound as the center, the grayness and decay spread rapidly in all directions like mold.

Luther's body seemed to have rotted for hundreds of days, the cherry wood table board was like a coffin plank dug out from a tomb, and gray frost had condensed on the floor and walls
"The whole house has been pulled into the shadow realm." Oliver was stunned.

Then he saw another Luthor, ghostly pale, with darkened eyes.

Silly and slow-moving like a zombie.

"Ah, Luther?!" The two female Luthers exclaimed.

"This is Luthor's undead, he really is going to hell, and he is being detained on the outskirts of hell by my authority of 'hell guard'.

Don't shout, but you can shout his name loudly.

The cry of a loved one may wake up his sleeping soul. "Harry shouted in a low voice.

Oliver saw that while she was talking, she pulled out the silver confession stick like lightning, and hit the undead Luthor on the head with the stick.

"Boom!" Oliver thought he heard a muffled sound.

Undead Luthor's expression twisted for a while, but he remained silent.

"Luther, Luther, come back!"

"Brother, Luther, wake up quickly."

The two female Luthers were screaming heart-piercingly.

"Luther, Luther, come back quickly." He also called.

When he wakes up, he can no longer stay in the hospital. He will be interrogated and then sent to Stryker Island Prison for permanent imprisonment.

"Bang bang bang!" The confession stick fell like raindrops. Finally, Luthor, the undead, let out a breath of black air and screamed, "Oh my god, it hurts!"

"Luther!" Luther's mother yelled immediately, "I'm here, are you awake?"

Undead Luthor only twisted his face and screamed in pain, but did not respond to them.

"Why is he ignoring me?" Luther's mother asked nervously.

"Keep calling, don't stop."

But after that, no matter how the two Luthor girls screamed and how Harry beat him, he behaved in the same way, crying out in pain with a confused expression.

A few drops of sweat began to creep up on Harry's forehead, it's going to happen!The death cure seems to have failed, and her reputation as "Harry's genius doctor, who can cure all diseases" will also be over, and she can no longer pretend to be forceful.
"No, we must not fail." A decisive look flashed in her eyes. "Everyone, we are going to get to the point. The scene may be too bloody and brutal. It is not suitable for people with weak psychological endurance. Do you want to avoid it?"

"What, you haven't gotten to the point yet? Luther is dead, how can you be more cruel?" Luther's mother exclaimed.

"Harry, are you sure you are saving someone?" Oliver called.

Harry didn't look at the two of them, but only focused on "smart Lena" who could best follow her train of thought.

"The principle of the death treatment method is actually very simple. Now Luthor's soul is full of garbled characters, and it is difficult for us to revive him with normal means.

If you let Luther die, you can use the power of hell to 'format' his soul and restore the appearance settings.

Just like vegetative people and Alzheimer's patients, memory loss, mental decline, energy exhaustion, and mental fluctuations are almost flattened into a straight line during their lifetime.

But after they die and go to heaven or hell, all their memories can be restored immediately, even including their experience when they had cerebral palsy.

Clear as palm lines.

Spiritual head and intelligence have also reached the peak of the young and middle-aged, almost in the most perfect state.

What is the force that makes them change so much?

God!

Heaven is where holy souls belong.

Hell is the stairway to heaven built by God for the fallen.

If Luthor is always so painless, numb, and unable to think, obviously unable to redeem himself in the torture of hell, this does not conform to God's setting.

Therefore, anyone who steps into hell or heaven will be affected by mysterious rules to restore his sobriety.

It is equivalent to restoring a virus-infected computer to factory settings, and all bugs and Trojan horses will be formatted.

And my method of treating Luther is based on this principle. "

Not to mention "smart Lena", even Oliver understood what she meant, and secretly called "wonderful" in his heart.

Whether Harley can succeed, he doesn't know, but he can be sure that using the technique of hell to format the soul to save people is definitely a Kennedy convertible - a big brain hole.

Ordinary people can't think of it at all, and they don't dare to think about it.

"But isn't Luther dead now, what else should I do?" Lena asked in confusion.

"I blocked his soul from the gate of hell, he was only half dead, not completely dead." Harry said.

Oliver immediately thought of a famous saying in medical treatment by the "miracle doctor Harley": as long as the soul does not go to hell, the person is not dead, and can be rescued to the limit.

She has indeed saved many people who had just died.

"Now I'm going to send him to the gates of hell and let the rules of hell format his soul." Harry continued.

"But, can you come back after being sent to hell?" Oliver wondered.

Harry looked at the two Luther girls and said, "If there is no risk at all, why should I ask the family members to sign the 'disclaimer'?"

Luther's mother still hesitated.

Lina glanced at the cold body of Luther on the "operating table". What else could they do now?
Even if the operation is half done, if the unscrupulous doctor wants to forcefully accept the red envelope, the family will definitely give it.

What's more, the "miracle doctor Harley" did tell them the risks before, and didn't ask for a red envelope.

"Harry, Luther is handed over to you. No matter what the outcome is, we owe you a favor."

Harry nodded and asked, "Do you want to avoid it?"

"What's going to happen next?" Lena asked, swallowing.

Harry tilted his head and thought for a while, "Probably, fried ghost? With Luthor's sins, the Knife Mountain Oil Pan must be indispensable."

"Fried Luther?" Oliver's eyes lit up, this dish seemed to suit his appetite, and he would definitely not leave.

(End of this chapter)