Chapter Twenty-Eight: Refining the Corpse IV, Perverted Things Only Perverts Can Understand
When the two of them entered, they learned the difference between hell and purgatory. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 info
It was just hell.
The rumor that Purgatory has no suffering and no anger is true, and Purgatory is only endless fear and torment.
The size of the second basement floor is the same as the first floor, but the style is very different.
The first floor is a terrifying, crazy and inhuman laboratory, and the second floor is like an ancient cult.
There was a channel three inches deep on the ground, and inside was bright red blood that swirled around the flow of the complex schema. The blood array was triangular in shape, and each corner was chained to three or four people, one of whom was nailed to the ground by four long nails piercing bones, unable to move, and could only let his own blood flow from his arm into the blood array. The rest looked like the living dead with dementia.
If Ruan Fuzhi was here, he would be able to recognize at a glance that it was the Blood Refining Corpse Array, which used to use white bones to press the formation in the triangle, but now it has been replaced by the living dead, plus the bloodletting array, this person is the same person who laid down the White Bone Bagua Array.
After the blood array, a three-tripod alchemy furnace was three meters high, and the tripod furnace was two meters high, and the fire under the furnace was burning, and there was a constantly shaking shadow in the ding.
Ji Dan was about to go up to rescue those who were chained, Xiao Zhang An glanced at him and shook his head: "I have no reason to stop you, but now we can't save them." ”
Ji Dan was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Zhang An, he walked behind the blood array, and stood still before the Ding Furnace.
Ji Dan walked over and saw that the shadow swaying in the Ding furnace was not anything else, but a human figure, no, the zombie shadow, no, it was not right, it was the black shadow of the zombie eating people.
Murderous! No, it's still evil! It doesn't have the heaviness of his brother, but it's absolutely vicious, full of murderous intent! Zhang An grabbed Ji Dan as if he turned around and ran, but as soon as the two moved, a middle-aged man and a few white coats went down the stairs and stared at the two viciously.
"I'll just say, that's good, right?" The man continued to walk forward, but several white coats stopped.
The man's eyes were colder than the poisonous snake, and there was a fiery desire in it, he stepped forward, looked at Xiao Zhang An, who was protected by Ji Dan, and said, "This little friend, you don't seem to be a human being, right?" ”
"Phew, it's you who aren't human!" Ji Dan spit out, and the look in his eyes made people feel creepy, like being in a snake's nest, this person should be one of the leaders of the research institute, and he couldn't detect this person's ability, thinking about it, he felt hopeless, but he still didn't forget to protect Xiao Zhang An and retreat.
The man didn't make a fuss when he heard this, stared at Xiao Zhang An greedily, sniffed the air like a dog, shook his head, and asked, "No, you are not a zombie either." ”
Ji swallowed lightly, that person was so serious, he wasn't lying, but why couldn't he keep up with this logic?
"Yes, I'm a half-zombie, I'm very interested in your experiment, can I participate?" Zhang An glanced around, broke away from Ji Dan, and in Ji Dan's stunned gaze, walked over to the man and stretched out his right hand.
"Little, Ann, you...... What are you doing? ”
"Hahaha, genius things really only heaven can understand!"
The man laughed maniacally, his voice hoarse and low, even if it was harsh and weird, he could hear the good mood in it. He stretched out his right hand, shook it back firmly, and said softly, "Okay." ”
"Whew! Also genius! You old pervert! Xiao Ann ignore him! ”
Zhang An's little hand was pinched and red, he didn't pay attention to Ji Dan, but pointed at Ji Dan with his other hand, and his voice was still the immature and soft voice of a seven or eight-year-old child.
"This human is my blood, and I don't want to change it."