Zhou Bai looked at the scene in front of him, and sighed in his heart: "Human experiments? ”

In his mind, he suddenly recalled the process of Yan Tianjun of the Plague Department using human life to create distortion weapons.

"Since you have no bottom line, then I won't pay attention to any discipline when dealing with you. ”

......

Yan Shan witnessed the entire accident from beginning to end.

When he saw the distorted lines of words and felt the gradual chaos in his mind, he first noticed that something was wrong.

It was a similar feeling when he had been attacked by Gu Lotian before.

Fear flares up before his brain can actually react, making him do his best to avoid the flashing words in the air.

Then, in his surprised gaze, the Fifth Realm monk burst out with Yuan Shen Power with a hideous face, he closed the formation, and the name chanted in his mouth made Yan Shan's heart chill.

"My name, Gu Lotte. Who's calling me?"

Yan Shan looked at this scene with a look of horror: "Gu Lotian...... He's coming?'

The layers of magic circles were directly closed, and the evil aura swept through the audience, accompanied by distorted words streaked through the air, and one by one the monks stood motionless in place, as if their souls had been robbed.

Under Yan Shan's terrified gaze, the entire top of the laboratory was torn open, and a pitch-black, distorted mass slowly fell from the sky.

The pitch-black substance twisted and undulated, as if a human head was struggling to get out.

'Is that what Gu Lotian has summoned?'

'What the hell did we do!!, why did we take the initiative to provoke him?!'

Yan Shan looked at the pitch-black mass with a horrified expression.

The next moment, a roar sounded, and Yan Shan saw that the real person standing beside him had already stood up.

"He's a Plague True Man! He's a monk of the Eighth Realm, he might be able to ......"

As soon as the plague real person took a step, the whole person had already froze in place, and a look of confusion gradually flashed in his eyes.

Evil voices came out of the darkness.

"No mortal can look directly at the way of heaven. ”

bulimia deprivation......

Greed for life deprivation......

Greed deprivation......

For food, life, strength, wealth, men and women...... All kinds of desires are stripped from the body of the pestilence real person.

He covered his head, let out a painful roar, and the next moment he looked at Yan Shan with a desperate expression.

What a desperate gaze it was, Yan Shan couldn't see the slightest nostalgia for life from it, as if everything in heaven and earth had no meaning for each other.

Yan Shan couldn't imagine what the other party had experienced at this moment to show such a desperate gaze.

Is this really the venomous real person who can treat civilians as ants and unscrupulously use humans for experiments? Is this the hard-hearted, ruthless real pestilence real person?

The next moment, in Yan Shan's horrified gaze, the plague real person directly shattered his heart and slowly fell to the ground.

Immediately after, boundless black slime poured out of the pitch black, engulfing the entire laboratory like a black wave.

In the wave, he stretched out his palms made of black mud and grabbed them towards the soulless monks.

Yan Shan watched the pitch-black little hands grasp his body, he wanted to resist, but he felt a whisper in the air, making his body unable to lift his strength.

In the distance, some of the monks of the plague began to commit suicide, while others attacked others in a frenzy.

A hint of despair flashed in Yan Shan's eyes, and the next moment his eyes were completely engulfed in darkness.

At the same time, loud sirens sounded throughout the special management area, and a large number of staff retreated outside, and occasionally a few monks rushed against the current in the direction of the laboratory.

Mengruocun, who was waiting in the office area, watched all this blankly, completely unsure of what was happening.

She stopped an escaped staff member and asked aloud, "What's going on?"

"The distortion of the lab has exploded!" said the staff with panicked faces, "Run!"

"Distortion eruption?" Meng Ruocun walked to the window in some confusion and looked in the direction of the laboratory.

I saw that the laboratory that should have been impregnable was crumbling, and large swaths of black mud were gushing out of the cracks in it.

More and more monks surrounded him, performing Dao techniques to stop the spread of black mud

......

“...... In the end, you were wrapped in black mud and fainted, and that's all you experienced in this accident, is there anything else you would like to add?"

Yan Shan was lying on the hospital bed, and sitting in front of him were two staff members of the plague department.

Yan Shan looked at them and shook his head slightly: "No." ”

Seeing that they were leaving, Yan Shan couldn't help but ask, "How many people died?"

"I'm sorry, but this accident is still under investigation and cannot be disclosed for the time being. ”

Looking at the backs of the two leaving, Yan Shan turned his head, and the pictures of the laboratory kept flashing in his mind, feeling a kind of fear and exhaustion from the heart.

"Can we really catch Kolokuten?"

"We don't even know what he is......"

At this moment, Yan Shan couldn't help but feel an impulse, that is, to give up revenge and return to Central City.

Whether he is in captivity or despised by him, he will live the rest of his life in Central City peacefully, and never explore any Gu Lotian again, those twisted, those crazy, those evil existences, he will never want to contact again.

After a while, there was a knock on the door, and it was Meng Ruocun who walked in: "Yan Shan, are you okay?"

......

On the other side, in the ruins of the laboratory, a large number of people are sorting out the wreckage, constantly excavating various instruments, relics and other things.

Suddenly, one of them shouted, "I've found the Shadow Talisman!"

Soon after, the Shadow Talisman was sent to a conference table, and along with the pictures being played, the plague monks present let out a burst of exclamation from time to time.

After reading it, there was a long silence, and someone said, "This is the ...... Gu Lotte?"

"Obviously, the plague real people had an accident in their experiments, and in the process of reading that book, they attracted the possession of evil beings. ”

"More than 30 plague monks committed suicide. More than 20 people attacked each other and maimed each other, and the remains are still being excavated. ”

"There were still a large number of materials, instruments, and magic weapons that disappeared with that burst of blackness. ”

"The Three Qing Daoists asked us what we had done and asked us for an explanation. ”

"Where's Qiu Xingze?"

"Unconsciousnessed. ”

"Where's the book?"

"It's gone. ”

"What about Zhou Bai? He took out that book, right?"

"At the time of the incident, we found him in a massage parlor. ’

“......”

"Report the situation to Luo Tianjun, it's no longer up to us to decide. ”

......

Zhou Bai glared at Christina in front of him and said, "Where the hell are you going...... Go to that kind of shop, Lao Tzu's reputation will be ruined for you!"

Christina hung her head and sighed, "Alas, who knew you humans were so nasty...... They told me it was a normal massage. ”

Zhou Bai: "What kind of massage are you massaging well!!"

Christina was unconvinced: "Stupid human, you don't know how comfortable it is to press your back. ”