Chapter Seventy-One: The "Lines" of the Palm
No...... There is a special case for children who grow in a specific environment from the fertilized egg. There are no emotions, only mechanically instilled thoughts, traded as commodities.
The experimental materials of medicine are constantly broken down and combined to achieve the most perfect state of life and provide them to human beings who want to live a long life. No one knows who is involved and how many buyers there are.
The snow-white veil in front of him wrapped around the young body, and the outstretched arms were fixed in the distance where the gaze was heading. The white powder fell layer by layer, dripping on Wei Lanchen's palm, sniffed it before reaching his nose, frowned and quickly turned his head to shake off the dry ash corpse worm.
The exposed legs are extremely thin, as if they will break if they are not careful in the next second, and turn into white ash corpse insects, which protect this body very well, and the long hair that is stiff in mid-air shows black, and slowly returns to its original position. The whitish bare feet fall naturally and remain in a standard standing position.
Slender eyebrows, a small nose, and rosy lips gently exhale cold air, shrouding a cute baby face.
The eyes that suddenly opened made Wei Lanchen hurriedly take a step back. I settled down and looked carefully at this girl who was not more than my shoulder height.
A pure soul, there is a sense of déjà vu, but there is a feeling of fear in the depths of my heart, and I don't want to delve into it. Something I remember and forget.
Wei Lanchen's unprovoked lost right hand covered his chest, empty, not after waking up...... It's something very important missing from my memory when I'm alive. Who is it? Who is it? I moved my memory, and what was in it had to do with this pure soul.
Wei Lanchen, who staggered backwards, continued to ooze fine beads of sweat from his forehead, racking his brains and not thinking of a clue, he lowered his head and pondered for a few seconds, his slightly trembling left hand slowly put it on his right wrist, his fingers pinched the white skin and tore it down, and a complete palm epidermis with nails fell off. Looking at this hand ten years ago, the palm is smooth and there is no trace of lines. This ability really doesn't want to be seen again until the last resort.
Closing his eyes, his right hand, which was as white as jade, stroked the girl's face as she slept happily. This world ...... Blue sky, white clouds, flowers, meadows, butterflies, singing, only no one can be seen, and there is no change of rain and snow in the four seasons. It's like...... It's like a purpose-made space, where there is no passage of time.
Contrary to the bloody hell of the past, there was no darkness, no red blood, no fear...... The warm breeze blows in your face, and the smell of grass mixed with the freshness of the earth pours into your nose, making you want to stop and stop forever.
My mind was dizzy, and half an hour passed when I came back to my senses. I didn't expect to absorb the soul for my own use, full of spirituality, good!
A blank piece of paper, or a growing soul and body, must be suitable for Xi'er.
Wei Lanchen exhaled deeply, his hanging heart was much more steady, and Xi'er was saved.
As for those who dare to fight Xi'er's idea, whether you are a human being, a god or a demon, I, Wei Lanchen, will never let it go.
The raised palm was about to dispose of the corpse at his feet, when suddenly the sound of "dong dong" came from outside the door, and then a voice was heard shouting: "President......"
Huh, it's Secretary Zhang's voice, isn't it waiting outside?
"Come in. ”
The heavy iron door slowly pushed open, falling layers of frost and snow, and quickly closed with a "bang".
Secretary Zhang gasped and said, "Gongzi Xu is looking for you." ”
"The girl took it away, and the things on the ground were cleaned. Wei Lanchen gently opened the door and left a word, and disappeared outside the door.
The statue in the air in front of the girl was filthy! How many heinous things did he do in his life to get to where he is today.
In the originally translucent glass corridor, with Wei Lanchen's footsteps, it was gradually filled with a thick black mist, and everywhere he went, it was slowly crawling with death lines, twisted and hideous. With his right hand clenched, he closed his eyes, and the fire flashed in his mind.
The unmarked palm represents the end of a person's life, and each of the lines is written about the beginning and end of life in the world.
Destiny?heh! maybe! But ...... It's no longer there. Can endless fighting be exchanged for a path that should not exist in the world? No one knows how far they can go.
Since the moment Lan Xi chose to give up the opportunity to reincarnate and save herself, the two of us have no tomorrow and no future, and we will do our best to live every second, and our greatest wish is to continue to ...... You can live, no matter what way you can, as long as you can meet the first rays of sunshine in the morning every day, it's happiness.
The armless palm can detect past lives, and it is a special life form that exists after death when humans have at least two souls or more. This power will be reduced by one point once and is the source of life. Those who lack concentration will have a nervous breakdown at least and die from an explosion at worst.
The number of such lifeforms in the world is very small, and they are often brutally plundered by the major dark forces and trapped for their own use. Once discovered, those who do not want to obey would rather be killed than let other forces get it. And give this scarce surviving number a name - the necromantic right hand.
According to ancient legends, those who possess the great achievement of cultivation with this power have the power to destroy the world. It is the most powerful monster in the hidden world.
Since it is a fusion of more than two souls, the chance of success is almost zero. When he was born, he was weak and could be killed by ordinary mortals. It is impossible to survive without a safe place of refuge.
If you want to live, you must first learn how to hide yourself. The initial self-preservation ability is inherited from the main cause of death.
Car accidents, the power of resistance, the power is endless.
Jumping off a building, the power of flying, light as a feather.
Floods, the power of resisting water, unimpeded.
Fire, the power of fire, burns the world.
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In addition to not getting old, daily life is no different from ordinary people, and it sounds like a life form that people yearn for today.
But the reality is a thousand times more cruel than imagined. The ability of the "right hand of necromancy" is possessed by those who have very strong spiritual power during their lifetime.
Most of them are very ordinary inheritors, but the forbearance of their bodies after rebirth is rare in the world. As a result, the body has become a coveted competitor for everyone. The strength of the soul is beyond ordinary people, and it is also the medical research material of individual forces.
Although the lifespan of a living person is a hundred times that of ordinary humans, it is the most pitiful existence......