Chapter 6: True Perfection

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"Na, that's why I don't want to revitalize the Yang family, defend the world, I rely on, it's actually to protect the world, you know, the first time I heard your grandfather say this, I threw the hot coffee in my hand on his bald head." Yang Zhi said indignantly. Well, with his out-of-the-box personality, this kind of thing is really possible. Yang Mo was tired and slandered.

"Since that's the case, let's just tell you everything, there is a rare atavistic phenomenon on your body, which causes the monster gene in your body to be gone. Your mother died in childbirth while giving birth to you. Yang Zhi took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and smoked one beautifully. My marriage to her was the product of a political marriage, and although I loved her, she was dismissive of me. Forget it, let's not talk about it, I want you to make a decision now. ”

Yang Zhi's words turned too much, Yang Mo was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously asked, "What decision?" ”

"Are you going to accept the last perfect gene in the world?" Yang Zhi's eyes were unprecedentedly serious, "It can bring you strength, but the success rate is only forty percent." ”

"I accept." Yang Mo didn't hesitate.

"You don't think about it anymore?" Yang Zhi frowned, very dissatisfied with Yang Mo's rashness.

"Because this probability is already very high for me, originally my plan was to directly connect the monster's genes to my genes, and the probability of failure at that time was four out of five."

"Okay, it's worthy of being my son, and he's ruthless enough to himself." Yang Zhiyi grinned, "Then I'll tell you another good news, because of the precipitation of time, this bottle of perfect gene has mutated, so your future is unpredictable." ”

"Why doesn't this seem like good news to me?" Yang Mo smiled bitterly.

"Don't worry, you won't die." Yang Zhi got up, fumbled in the Nanmu cabinet behind him, and then casually threw over a delicate purple glass bottle. Yang Mo hurriedly caught it with both hands, God, such a valuable thing is actually placed at home casually, isn't it afraid of being stolen? Okay, maybe my dad is a master and a master, but in Yang Mo's opinion, this is lower than the probability of all the monsters having diarrhea during the siege. Yang Mo carefully looked at the perfect gene in his hand, the bottle was colorless and transparent, and the purple liquid in it glowed with dots of light from time to time under the illumination of the light, as mysterious and beautiful as the starry sky.

"Hmph, let's go, drink, and try to survive, my son." Yang Mo obviously heard the last word son with a trill, Yang Zhi is in his forties this year, he has lost his wife, if he fails, he will lose the last relative in the world.

"Dad," Yang Mo instantly had the urge to give up this opportunity and live to old age like this.

"What are you doing, the Yang family doesn't have such a grinding guy, since you have the desire and the opportunity, why are you still stunned?"

"Dad." Yang Mo's eyes were sour, he suddenly fell to his knees, knocked his head three times, and after getting up, he unscrewed the lid and drank it all without hesitation.

"Why not choose to be an ordinary person? Could it be that the Yang family is all this fate? Yang Zhi shook his head slightly. looked at Yang Mo, who began to fall into a coma and slowly lay down.

Yang Mo's eyes changed, it seemed that he had come to a place he had never been before in an instant, he was tightly bound to a huge metal pillar, the pitch-black surroundings could not see five fingers, he seemed to be the only one in the whole world, a small knife flew in the air, slowly approaching him, maybe in the next second, or maybe centuries had passed, Yang Mo only felt a heart-rending pain coming from his lower body, and at the same time, bright red blood flowed from his body, and a thumb-wide strip of flesh flew down, with the arrival of the first flying knife, More and more knives began to make contact with Yang Mo's body, the blood pooled on the ground and snaked towards the pitch-black front, the whirring sound of the flying knives breaking the wind was as if they were shouting with joy, Yang Mo was tortured by the huge pain when he was stabbed for the first time, and his eyes were dilated at this time, and the corners of his bloody mouth were a mixture of blood and saliva. It is already on the verge of collapse.

In reality, Yang Mo's blood vessels bulge from time to time, as if a small snake is wandering in his body, his head with green tendons is almost a whole model bigger, his lips are closed, there is a heart-wrenching creak between his teeth, and his ten fingers are clenched and deeply immersed in the flesh, Yang Zhi looks at Yang Mo worriedly.

"Damn God, if you can bless Xiaomo, what if I dedicate the second half of my life to you."

Yang Mo's consciousness was on the verge of collapse, but at this moment, there was a sound of leather shoes hitting the ground, his pupils shrank slightly, and he barely lifted his head, which could be described as full of holes.

"Hi, my brother, it looks like you're in a bad situation." A young man in a black suit stood still in front of Yang Mo, with shoulder-length black hair, and a delicate face with a hint of evil smile at this time, Yang Mo's eyes began to contract violently as soon as he came into contact with the arrival, because, this person, this face, is himself.

"Hey, why are you so surprised, haven't we already communicated many times?" Yang Mo No. 2 (let's call this blackened Yang Mo for the time being) grinned, waved his hand like a fly, and more than a dozen sharp flying knives flew away in panic.

"You, you're me, the guy in my heart?" Yang Mo gasped slightly.

"Oh, that's not a nice word." Yang Mo No. 2 reached out and grabbed a flying knife and played with it gently, but the flying knife trembled violently as if it had encountered something terrifying, and wanted to break free, so he couldn't help but scratch a small wound on No. 2's hand.

"Alas, disobedient little thing." No. 2 sighed softly, and the hand holding the knife clenched tightly, and the trembling knife stopped making any sound in an instant, as if it was dead. The rest of the flying knives instantly accelerated, and disappeared from Yang Mo's sight in the blink of an eye.

"Now, my brother, give me this body, I've lived alone in this place for eighteen years, and now it's time for me to go out and enjoy it." No. 2 watched a group of throwing knives flee, turned around, with a little greenness, and smiled slightly, the evil ghost on his face disappeared in an instant.

"Ho." Yang Mo spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, "Die of this heart." I don't know what kind of person you are yet? ”

"Don't be so ruthless," No. 2 approached Yang Mo, "As long as you promise me, I will let you go, how about it, it's better to live alone here than to die." ”

"Impossible," Yang Mo's eyes began to be bloodshot, because No. 2 was already using the dead knife to cut the muscles of his right leg, picking out a blood vessel, and then gently cutting it open, pointing his mouth up, Yang Mo suddenly felt a sense of weakness, as if life was beginning to be sucked away.

"Promise, promise you'll be free." Number 2 looked up, grinning with a bright red mouth, and white teeth that looked hideous and terrifying. But his smile was as innocent as a baby, with a lot of hope and surprise.

"Hehe," Yang Mo suddenly laughed, "I'm so stupid." ”

"What do you mean?" Number 2 stared.

"You know, Shion once told me to accept myself, but I was afraid that I would become a demon, so I refused to face my heart, and when I used the perfect gene, I once hoped that it would give me strength." Yang Mo took a breath, "Actually, where is there anything that can give me strength, everything comes from my heart, whether it is demon heart or strength, or you don't know what it is." ”

"Strength comes from my heart, and the heart is innocent." Yang Mo laughed, his whole body stiffened, the rope that bound him suddenly broke, and his body recovered in an instant.

Yang Mo's body gradually calmed down, obviously the test of perfect genes had ended, Yang Zhi slowly breathed a sigh of relief, and when he handed the swallow in his hand to his mouth, he found that the whole cigarette had burned out at some point, leaving only a bare cigarette butt.

"Good boy, awesome." Before he finished speaking, the mutation suddenly changed, and the skin of Yang Mo's whole body began to crack one wound after another, and blood beads instantly soaked Yang Mo's clothes. Yang Zhi's hands trembled violently, "Bastard, the damn demon personality actually attacked Xiaomo at this time." ”

"God, I take back the disrespectful words I said to you just now, please continue to bless Xiaomo."

(God: "......")

Yang Mo was lying on the ground dying, his limbs twisted like twisted flowers, and No. 2 was rolling on the ground with his stomach in his hands.

"Haha, humans always think they're smart, but there's no more stupid species than you." No. 2 slowly stood up, his eyes began to turn cold, "Why am I in your body, why have I stayed in this dark place for a full eighteen years, you should die, all humans should die, I will definitely destroy this world." ”

In the next moment, No. 2 walked lightly to Yang Mo's side, and his face was replaced with an innocent smile, "Brother, satisfy me, satisfy me." ”

"Delusional." Yang Mo trembled all over, and his body returned to normal again. "Here, I can recover an infinite number of times, and you can't beat me."

"Obsessed one," No. 2 gracefully spun in place, "Am I not you, I can do what you can." As long as I want, if you recover once, I can abolish you once. ”

"But you don't dare," Yang Mo smiled coldly, "I don't know what my current situation is, but I can be sure that there is something wrong with my body, if you want to go out, you will definitely not dare to make a big move, but I am not afraid, I am enough." With madness in his eyes, Yang Mo rushed towards No. 2, and No. 2's face finally changed.

"I can kill you before your body collapses." Number 2 said coldly, "No, you lied to me, bastard. No. 2 suddenly woke up to the fact that Yang Mo was in a deep coma at this time, similar to the inner vision in the novel, and he was a demon. How could he know about the abnormality of his body?

"Hey, crash." Yang Mo smiled, "Come on, let me see how long I can last." ”