On the south side of Yingzhou Island, five kilometers away from Yulang Township, there is a makeshift harbor.

The port terminal was originally connected to the natural shoal road and bridge to the border with North Korea, but this road to human civilization was swallowed up by torrential rains that lasted for more than a month.

In the cloudy sky, golden thunder flashed from time to time in the thick clouds.

Several huge ships had just left port, and they came from all over the world, and the seafarers on deck covered the national flag and ship number with black cloth early to avoid unnecessary trouble.

The materials in the container have been exchanged for important scientific research organisms, which will be sent to biological research institutes in various countries.

In this silent and invisible transaction, this small island in the midst of the storm has already had countless civilization beasts with an uncertain future who have come to retrieve the [elixir of immortality].

The rain splashed unscrupulously on the rocks of the coastal embankments, and from the cracks in the fine stones, the emerald green grass was drilled out, and then withered and reincarnated in an instant, a cycle of life and death.

On the stone embankment, there is a path that leads to the pagoda floating temple. On both sides of the road, you can see the low houses and crooked telephone poles of the fishing village, and the original cement paved road has become a hotbed of life.

The house is covered with a variety of vegetation and flowers, which have been eroded by time, and the wooden fibers of the vegetation have left strange patterns.

It is as if these plants, which have no facial features and no brains, can "see" the outside world, and perceive and imitate external things.

On the courtyard wall of the post and telecommunications office, there is a handful of ivy.

Its young leaves grew and died in a matter of seconds, but the shape of the veins was specially painted with an eye, shaped like the linear pupils of a beast.

Looking inside from the gate of the post and telecommunications office, the cypress tree in the flower garden was making a noise of rustling, and its dead branches turned into a big dog running wildly at the moment of death.

Not far from the tree, on the asphalt pavement out of the reach of plants, lay the remains of a wild dog.

In the pouring rain, there stood an old man familiar to Miss Lingxi.

His name is Sinia? Prak].

After the battle with Reiki, he has lost his secondary sexual characteristics and the proof of the man in his body. became a clean and unsullied man - commonly known as a dead eunuch.

He was drenched in this rain of time, and his soul power made his body full of [Baishou Peach].

"The general secretary is a man who is good at unleashing love—"

Sinia cheered on the residents outside the courtyard walls and spoke uplifting words.

Outside the compound, there are dozens of residents of Yingzhou, wearing work documents made of silicide on their chests, all with the words "Unbounded", and a large LOGO of the earth map.

"-Look at me, even if I failed, the general affairs did not give up on me, and gave me a body that was close to perfection." Snya said, showing off the scales on her body.

His body was untouched, and the palm-sized multicolored scales turned his flesh into an invulnerable humanoid monster, up to the neck and chin, and the protruding fish mouth and sharp teeth had replaced his original small white face from a minority of European races.

In the eyes of the big fish that are yellow and clear, the aborigines of Yingzhou that they see are different, but like him, most of them have completed the transformation in this rain, transforming from humans to extraordinary undead fishmen.

These indigenous people are very efficient, whether it is grassroots construction or logistics and transportation, they can understand basic orders and use them as tools.

Just as Sinia was doing ideological work for the senior cadres with wisdom among the fishmen, three black shadows in raincoats burrowed into the fish-people crowd, and after a while, they walked quickly to the compound.

"Hmm......" Sinia thought for a moment and dismissed the fish head of Yingzhou Island in advance, and there were only four people left in the courtyard.

Adolph? Lisa lifted the poncho from her body.

The originally neat and clean blonde hair was soaked by the rain, turning a dry gray-white, and then new strands of cilia grew from the roots.

The same is true of her skin, which bursts with vigorous vitality while shriveling and aging.

"Where's the boss?"

Judging from the anomalies in Ms. Lisa's body, people who have consumed the elixir of longevity are no longer affected by the rain of time.

Snia pointed to the mountain peak villa behind the post and telecommunications office bungalow, far away.

"The general affairs are on the mountain, we have just exchanged the creatures on the island for excavation equipment, and the tomb of the Great Martial God King is about to be seen again."

"It's really cold...... Leo also ripped off the poncho and flew two hundred kilometers continuously on the flower carving, the cold climate at high altitude and high latitude made his hot nature and constitution miserable: "What the hell is in there...... It's worth the BOSS to go to great lengths to expose his whereabouts and come to this poor country to take root and build a city...... Is it a nuclear bomb? ”

Snia looked embarrassed: "I don't know about this. ”

At this moment, the last important cadre under Qiao Mu unveiled the poncho and exposed it to several people.

It was the female mercenary who called Zhuang Pingping.

Arbor calls her a dreamer.

A large black flower sculpture descended from the sky, landed on her arm, and turned into a formless and colorless pure spirit body, and finally merged with her.

"Possibly."

Tsukumu imitated Mr. Arbor's timbre, and a male voice popped out of her female body.

Ms. Lisa ripped off her poncho, took off her tattered clothes, and took a new set of quick-drying suits and tactical vests from Snia.

"Hey...... Little girl from China, what nonsense are you talking about, how can there be something from the atomic age in the tombs of ancient people. ”

Tsukumu used the [voice] borrowed from Dijiang to explain the purpose of the boss to several comrades.

"In the mausoleum of the Great Martial God, there is likely to be a set of nuclear facilities, in ancient times, it was said that the King of Qin built the Great Wall, there are two magic weapons, one is to let the heaven and earth day and night, fix the sun's sun, and the same is to move mountains and reclaim the sea, and drive away the mountain whip. After the Qin and Han dynasties, these two magic weapons are nowhere to be found, BOSS wants to establish Penglai on the high seas, the difficulty is tantamount to the founding of the country, from the perspective of infrastructure and armament and energy development, BOSS is looking for these two vital magic weapons, the mountain whip can help BOSS take root in the sea, and the thermonuclear facility of the heliostat needle, like the artificial sun, can provide energy for the new biological factory. ”

"Hey...... Are you serious? Girl? Leo, the black brother, was in a cold sweat when he heard it, after all, who can say for sure what is in mythology?

"I don't call me a little girl, if you like it, you can call me Mengmeng." Zhumeng replied with the original female voice, and then changed back to Qiao Mu's voice: "When the boss is not there, I am the voice of the boss, and you have to listen to my ......"

"Whatever you want." Ms. Lisa interrupted her comrade's tirade, "I'm going to sleep...... Using these eyes for a long time is almost scorching my brain. ”

With that, Lisa walked into the post office, picked a smooth stone pillar at random, leaned on it, and closed her eyes to rest.

Leo sniffed Ms. Lisa's young and sexy flesh and followed her all the way.

These cadres not only have soul power, but they also have the ability of Dijiang fierce beasts.

Ms. Lisa borrowed eyes.

Leo is the nose.

Zhumeng can use Dijiang's mouth to control sound waves.

Sinia also has a new ability, and Dijiang leaves his ears to the most intimate warm baby.

Sinia asked, "What's next?" BOSS？ I need a new command. ”

Zhumeng pointed to his mouth and motioned for Sinia to silence.

"Listen carefully, little Prak."

As soon as these words came out, Sinia immediately opened the fish's mouth.

The facial features of the fish, which were originally normal, immediately became hideous and terrifying, and the genes from ancient creatures gave Sinia the split jaw of the whirltooth shark, which came from 400 million years ago, and a little earlier, it was the ancestor of the entire human race, called the Kunming fish.

Snia was trying her best to open her facial features, using her entire facial organs to listen to the sound of the pouring rain from the distant sky.

Dream combed the ponytail and squeezed out the normal moisture in it, allowing the rain of time to fully penetrate the roots of the hair.

"Do you hear that?"

"I hear you...... Oh oh oh! I heard that! ”

Sinia heard that just more than ten kilometers away, there were two small airplanes for both water and air, evading the scanning of radar sonar and flying quietly at low altitude.

Although Su Xingchen was very careful, the roar of the aircraft engine could not escape Sinya's ears.

Dream building a thumbs up to his comrades.

"Well, you're doing a great job, little Prac, can you point me in the exact direction of it?"

Snia immediately compared her two hands to a sword point, pointing to the clear sky beyond the dark clouds in the distance.

Beyond the rain curtain, a rainbow hangs.

There are fishmen who burn books and tear photos at the old site, destroying old things, and are afraid that new friends and old friends will mention old things.

There are fishmen who form gangs in the bazaar, bartering things, and all the treasures in their hands are stubborn stones.

There are fish people who are shouting in the market, and their wisdom has been opened, and they put the stupid compatriots at hand at the price in exchange for rare playthings.

There are fish people chanting the Buddha's horn in the temple, devoting themselves to Zen, learning the Dharma with the Zen master's recitation, and wearing a white bone robe with the bones of wild beasts hanging on their bodies.

In this fairyland on earth, there are nearly 10,000 fish-people, under this visible and unreachable rainbow, feeling the vitality in the body, turning into beasts and courting everywhere, without a robe to cover the shy heart, unable to reproduce, but not need to reproduce the eternal life of reproduction, witnessing the birth, aging, sickness and death of all things.

Regardless of age, there are tears in the corners of the eyes of the asexual fish, crying incessantly, believing that they have become sacred things, favored by the heavens, and are the embodiment of the good fortune of the immortal Buddha.

- But the tears are not out of compassion or anything else.

It is simply a self-protection mechanism made by the body to absorb the rainfall after the transpiration of the seawater and expel the sea salt.

At this moment, Ye Bei was sitting in the back seat of the plane.

He looked at the legend of the ringtooth fishman, thinking about the strange appearance of the enemy, and read "The Department of Litigation? Eight volumes", which speaks of the scriptures of the end of the Dharma era.

"Spread and destroy. But greedy for money. Accumulation. Do not make Fukuda. Slave trade. Cultivating the land and cultivating the land. Burning of mountains and forests. Harm sentient beings. There is no compassion. Slaves are bhikshus. The maid is a bhikshuni. There is no morality. Lewd and jealous. There is no distinction between men and women. ”