The way Heber stared at Lisa was somewhat similar to his own gaze at Yi.

The look on Heber's face changed rapidly, from shock, to loss, and finally to disappointment.

He didn't think the other party was lying to himself.

If it is a low-level sample, there is no reason why the other party should not sell it to itself. If it is a high-level sample, a person who can walk in the wilderness with a high-level mutant biological gene sample is not something he can afford to provoke.

Luo picked up the coffee in front of him and took a shallow sip.

"But if you can help me find the right buyer, in return, I can send you a low-order mutation sample that you need."

Luo felt that he had become soft-hearted, just because of the same color of hair, the same color of pupils, and the same color of skin as himself.

In the new era, the same skin color is something that has been gradually forgotten by people who have been immersed in killing and evolution.

Heber's almost desperate face once again showed a look of hope.

"How many steps?"

He leaned closer to Luo and asked in a low voice.

Luo didn't speak, his slender palm stretched out, and he made a simple gesture.

Heber fell silent as he glanced upstairs and drank the coffee in front of him.

"I'll make arrangements, please wait."

There are not many people who can afford to buy genetic samples of seventh-order mutant creatures, and the entire Yuxi City should be the only ones who are high up and down to have this strength. But the mansions where these nobles lived were not places where Heber could enter and leave at will, and trespassing would cost him his life.

Heber eventually decided to be Lo's middleman, knowing that such an opportunity was extremely rare, and that Lisa clearly wouldn't be able to hold out for long.

Heber was not a hesitant person, and since he had decided, he would do it.

The mansion of the lord of Yusai Castle is located in the middle of the town, and it is a magnificent attic that is much higher than other buildings, vividly declaring the unique identity of the owner of this mansion.

Next to the Castle Lord's Mansion is a slightly lower attic. This attic is not large, but the luxury inside it is even more than that of the high city lord's mansion.

Heber's gaze shifted from the high building of the city lord's palace to the extravagant attic, and he thought of the great man he had seen entering the city at the city gate in the morning, and after a moment's thought, he turned and walked towards the attic.

Compared to the city lord of Yuxi City, who rarely showed up, this big man who lived in the VIP building might be more interested in this seventh-order mutation sample.

It wasn't until night finally fell that Heber returned home. He didn't bother to glance at Rosa's prepared dinner, so he left his two-story cottage with Lo, who had re-wrapped the blanket around him, and walked towards the attic.

Outside the attic, there was already someone waiting there, a woman in a skirt.

A decent off-blue skirt, narrow rimless gold wire glasses, and seductive red high heels.

It's like the white-collar beauty sitting in a bright high-rise building in the old days.

"Mistress Medusa, I brought someone here."

The woman leaned lazily against the attic's glittering amber agate doorframe, her arms crossed over her chest. Because of the squeezing of the arm, the charming furrow between the arms seems more deep and mysterious.

Heber hung his head and his eyes were fixed on the tips of his toes. The only thing he could hear was the "thump" of his own heart beating violently.

The woman, named Medusa, seemed to be extremely pleased with Heber's performance, and her curved eyebrows were slightly upturned, and she looked at the boy behind Himber who was wrapped in a tattered blanket.

Luo's body wrapped in the blanket began to tremble lightly at regular intervals, and his mind was quickly analyzing the probability of surviving the fight with this woman.

If you do it with the other party, the probability of leaving alive is no more than 20%, or under the situation that the woman will not take off the high heels that are obviously not suitable for running.

"Very clean boy, the master should like it, come in with me."

Medusa stretched out a finger smeared with rose-colored nails, hooked it at the silent boy, and turned to walk back into the attic.

Lowe followed Medusa with her head down, always keeping a three-step distance from the other party.

It's a delicate distance that allows for enough time to react in the event of a surprise attack, without being too far away from the opponent and making it seem rude.

Medusa's thin heels followed her along, tapping regularly against the smooth marble floor, making a crisp and pleasant "click" sound.

When the sound of high heels hitting the ground reached Luo's ears, a strange look gradually appeared on his lowered face. His heart began to beat uncontrollably with this strange rhythm, as if every step of the woman had stepped on the tip of his heart.

The blood in his body began to rush wildly to Luo's brain, followed by all kinds of chaotic emotions.

Depressed, irritable, bloodthirsty, and endlessly gloomy, Luo's consciousness was drowned little by little with the blood that seemed to burst the embankment.

A pair of clear eyes suddenly appeared in the sea of consciousness that seemed to be about to be broken.

The slightly blue eyes are as clear as crystal sapphires, and they are the pair of blue eyes that are Yi.

The negative emotions that rose in Luo's mind with the sound of the woman's footsteps quickly receded like the ebbing tide after the pair of blue pupils appeared.

"What kind of ability is this?"

The moment Luo regained consciousness, the ears hidden under the blanket had begun to deform rapidly, rotating and twisting into a spiral, tightly sealing the ears while also repelling the woman's strange footsteps.

The two of them finally stood outside a Mediterranean-style khaki wooden door at the end of the long hallway. The woman's footsteps disappeared, and Lona's spiraling ears slowly returned to their normal form.

"You're good!"

The woman named Medusa covered her mouth and chuckled, her soul-like eyes looked at the boy in front of her, who had been following her unhurriedly, and praised softly.

"You didn't have an appointment and the host has important guests right now, so ...... Maybe you'll have to wait patiently for a while. ”

Medusa stretched out her right hand, wearing a tulle glove, and gently pushed the khaki door open a thin slit.

Lowe's gaze turned to Medusa's other hand, a thin blade flying over the white, slender palm of her rose-stained nails.

Unbeknownst to Luo, this somewhat peculiarly shaped blade was called a "thrush knife" in the old days, and it was one of the props used by women in the old era to fix their eyebrows.

Medusa watched Lo enter the room, and the smile on her face was even more widespread, like a Siamese cat who had found a new toy.

"Now, then, give me what's in your arms."

Medusa stretched lazily, covered her mouth and yawned, her slightly narrowed eyes shining with a sly sheen.

In the boring journey, occasionally find yourself a little fun, the host should not be angry.

Luo did not hesitate, and very simply handed the tissue sample of the seventh-order mutant spider mother worm in his arms to the woman in front of him.

In the face of the insurmountable gap in strength, any hesitation may be the fuse of destruction.

It wasn't until Medusa's figure finally disappeared at the end of the hallway that Lo had time to check the room he was in.

The room is not dark, with slender domed glass windows on both sides, and the door is facing rows of simple but not simple narrow wooden tables, the pale yellow table tops are illuminated by the dense lighting, and the warm color is soothing.

At the end of the wooden table, there was a round platform a few steps above the ground, and the floor of the round table carved with ancient patterns was covered with a dark red blanket inlaid with gold lace, and a large silver cross hung on the magnificent wall behind the round table.

It is a room that is furnished to look like a church.

The word "church" did not exist in Lowe's memory, and he only vaguely felt that this room might be suitable for the final battleground.

Because there are more windows in the room, every time there is an additional window, there is a better chance of escape.

The boy, who has long been accustomed to the rules of wilderness elimination, is always thinking about survival.