It was a completely different face from the Terrans.

The facial features are magnified and wrinkled, the hair is thin, and the face takes on a sickly color.

Yan Qin was a little disgusted and asked people to lie on the ground, and then went to intercept the rest of the people.

There was a muffled grunt in the passage.

The last man, as if sensing something, became cautious.

He glanced left and right and saw a companion lying on the ground, and instead of going directly to check it, he quickly returned to the passage, and a flame ignited in his palm.

"Who are you? Is it a dish that sneaked out?"

Bright: "......"

Yan Qin: "......"

Although Fan Wanzi knew that he should be serious at this time, he still couldn't help but want to laugh.

It's the first time I've heard someone dare to call the host a dish!

See if the host doesn't blow his dog's head.

Sure enough, as soon as the man's voice fell, the teeth in his mouth had fallen out, and the whole person lay straight on the ground, unable to move at all.

Bright condescendingly looked at the five ugly giants, all thinking.

Are the people of the eighteen worlds treated as specially pickled dishes?

Is the zombie virus the stuff they put in it?

Everything sounds so bizarre, but it seems to make sense.

Mingmei kicked her toes, and a person woke up, looking at Mingmei incredibly. "You ......"

Before the word word was issued, he was kicked by Mingmei and fainted.

I haven't dizzed completely, and I've been woken up by the brightness again.

This time, reflexively said what he just said again, looked at Mingmei's cold face, obediently swallowed the words, and changed it to. "I'm a dish, who are you?"

Mingmei looked at him condescendingly.

"Who are you?"

The man's face was entangled, he and his last stubbornness obviously didn't realize the seriousness of the matter, but they just felt that they were under the control of others, and they were a little unwilling.

Yan Qin looked at Mingmei with a smile and said softly: "Close your eyes and look at me!" ”

Mingmei smiled. "Good!"

After saying that, he turned around and looked around.

Behind, there was a muffled grunt, followed by the sound of meat roasting.

The bright face does not change color, as if it has not been heard.

A moment later.

Yan Qin said softly: "It's okay!"

Mingmei nodded, the man's face was still neat, but the fear in his eyes could no longer be hidden. "I say, I'll say anything."

……

It's a grotesque world.

It is the people of Ja who dominate this world.

The Jass claimed to be descendants of god-men and considered themselves demigods.

They do have some strange abilities, such as that their bodies are not afraid of the erosion of various viruses, and they can even control those viruses quite skillfully.

For example, they have the ability to quickly build passages and enter other people's worlds at an extremely fast speed.

They also have their own system for identifying world levels, basically roughly dividing the world into three levels, the high-martial world, the middle-martial world, and the low-level world.

They are well aware that there are countless worlds around their world, and they mark each world as their own reserve.

Yes!

The rest of the world is delicious food in their eyes.

The people do not produce, they mainly eat meat.

But in a world where they themselves are invaded by viruses, it is not suitable for normal plant growth, and there is a shortage of plants, and there is a shortage of animals.

The issue of food is a top priority here.

Since God has given them the ability to communicate with the world, they have set their sights on the outside world.

When I thought about it like this, I was immediately refreshed, and it turned out that there was countless grains outside.

Unlike normal people, the people only eat food that has been infected with the virus, and that kind of food is the most delicious for them.

Thus, a pickle project was born.

Since then, they haven't been worried about where their food will come from.

After all, there are countless worlds out there, and if you destroy one, there will be another.

It is this kind of thinking that makes the people of Yan gradually pay attention to the year, how many years it has been marinated, what ingredients have been used, and how long the meat has been invaded by bacteria is the most delicious.

Dishes that have been repeatedly immersed in the virus are the most delicious, and gradually a standard system has been established over the years.

Of course, along the way, they have also encountered setbacks.

There was a mistake in evaluation, defining a high-martial world as a low-martial world, and after putting it into the tower mark, they were almost killed by the other party, destroying their own world.

Since then, they have been much more cautious, picking only the low-end world, and the meat is just as delicious anyway.

Whenever a world is selected, the tower logo is projected.

The tower will form a passage to that world.

They only need to send the most ordinary people to drop the virus from the tower, and wait for the harvest to be successful, and there will be surprises every time.

Although the force value of those people in the low-martial arts world is generally very low, most of them have a relatively intelligent brain.

They tend to make vaccines against viruses, and the viruses that have been trained by the vaccine tend to mutate and make the meat tastier.

As a result, they need to re-release the virus at regular intervals......

|……

Mingmei listened.

gradually understood what the doomsday reincarnation in An Mingmei's memory was.

It turned out that it was the Yan people who re-injected the virus again and again to make the "pickled dishes" more delicious.

And even the antidote developed by those science professors is exactly the result that the people want.

Yan Qin's eyes shrank slightly, and he didn't control the bloody killing aura on his body at all.

"How many viruses have you dropped into other worlds this time?"

"There are a total of eighteen of them in this channel!"

Yan Qin frowned: "How many such passages do you have?" ”

"There are probably dozens of them in the world."

Bright: "......"

Yan Qin: "......"

Bright and undisguised the murderous intent in her eyes.

"Which god are you who claim to be the descendants of the men of God?"

There was a hint of pride in the man's eyes.

"We are the descendants of Lord Ajana, who is the creator of all worlds, who first created us and then created other worlds, and we are the world that Lord Ajana loves the most, so we are the highest people......"

Before he finished speaking, he had already been stabbed in the chest.

Mingmei said indifferently: "I haven't heard of it!" ”

There is no such person in the Heavenly Throne.

If there is, then it is an evil god!

Anyone can kill them!

The rest of the crowd was awake or fainted.

When the person who woke up saw this scene, he couldn't wait to faint immediately.

The clothes on Mingmei's body were windless and automatic, and the murderous aura spread out unscrupulously, and there was no wind in the entire passage, but there were wind knives blowing one by one.

All the people lying on the ground, whether they were asleep or awake, all turned into stars and dissipated.

Mingmei looked up at the nothingness above, and said softly, "We should go out and see the world." "How sinful it is!

Yan Qin nodded, took Mingmei's hand, and the two of them jumped out of this nothingness.