The Exorcist Is Not a Maggot

In the dark shack, a beaked doctor sighed and looked at the man in front of him. He shook his head and said: Luo An, you can no longer use your abilities. This irreversible mutation has turned you into a piece of unconscious wood. Your survival may only be attributed to the characteristics of you exorcists. Luo An looked helpless when he heard this, "I know everything you said, but why did you, a quack doctor, prick my palm with an iron rod? I don't feel it but it's bleeding. I refuse bloodletting therapy." "No, my friend, this is not treatment. You are hopeless. It's just that I have known you for so long. Have you paid any medical bills? This may help you to restrain yourself when you want to die." "Humph, I knew it. Crow, you know shit about medical skills. It's better to cut off a finger than to bleed. Anyway, it will grow out quickly, leaving it for you to defend yourself. You will save yourself from being beaten to death in the hospital and no one will help you." "I'm not as perverted as you. I tried my best to deal with you, but unfortunately I only managed to save a piece of land, the end of the wood. It's still usable." Luo An was in awe after hearing this, and said with a serious face: "Good Crow, you deserve to be famous throughout the ages." Turning around, he pulled off the iron rod and walked towards the waving girl, just to test his old friend's medical skills. This is a ridiculous daily story about the legendary exorcist Luo An and his companions in a strange world.