"Don't you think this kind of world is terrifying?"

Zhou Wenwen pointed to the old man who was soaked in black blood, his fingers were shaking.

Such a person is like a walking dead in life.

They are even more pitiful than zombies.

The zombies are really sick and infected with the zombie virus.

And these people have been transformed into this way by the failure of the same kind.

It looks like he can eat, drink, and run, and he still has red blood on his body, but in fact, he is more miserable than zombies.

"It's not scary, as long as the experiment is successful, there can be absolute equality between people. Human survivors no longer have to fear zombies, and with the movement of their fingers, zombies can serve them and become the cheapest labor. ”

"At that point, everyone will thank me. All you see are setbacks on the way to success, and sooner or later you will break through the limitations and turn all the survivors into gods like me. ”

When Yao Bei said this, his eyes lit up.

It's like a demon.

"...... like you?"

Zhou Wenwen was stunned, and subconsciously looked at Yao Bei's temple.

There is no change at one temple, and on the right, there is a red mole.

It's so small that if you don't look closely, you can't see it at all.

"You've been transformed? Transformed by whom? What gods? ”

In Zhou Wenwen's mind, a few thoughts flashed.

"None of this is important, the important thing is that I am not afraid of zombies, and I can command zombies as a human body, and zombies will not attack me."

"If all human beings were like me, then the world would be peaceful, it would be a perfect world!"

"You know, the world is so miserable right now."

Yao Bei rubbed the red mole at his temple, and there was a strange light in his eyes.

This fanatical look made Zhou Wenwen extremely unfamiliar.

She looked at the villagers outside, and then at Yao Bei, and they all seemed to have something in common.

Too sluggish, too fanatical, it seems that these are the sequelae of the destruction of the pineal gland in the brain.

"Do you know about prefrontal lobe surgery?"

Zhou Wenwen suddenly spoke, not knowing whether he was talking to Jiang Ming or Yao Bei.

In the Middle Ages, in 1935, a doctor named Moniz performed a prefrontal lobotomy on a manic psychopath.

After the operation, the manic psychotic condition did seem to have improved, and his personality became cold, quiet and docile, and no longer aggressive.

The frontal lobes occupy one-third of the brain, and prefrontal surgery involves making holes in either side of the head and infusing them with a highly concentrated alcohol solution.

The frontal lobe is the nerve center for managing high-level thinking, and to do this kind of surgery is to destroy the organization that manages high-level thinking.

Without high-order thinking, the human body would be the walking dead.

Even so, in the Middle Ages, there were many people who were willing to perform this surgery on their own manic neuropaths.

In their opinion, the patient's illness has really "improved".

"This may be the real reason for changing a person's personality."

Jiang Ming had also heard of this kind of absurd surgery, and at the same time, he also somewhat understood why Yao Bei became like this.

Paranoid and fanatical.

Maybe Yao Bei didn't realize it himself, and only stubbornly felt that what he thought was right.

For Yao Bei, to become a god is to have a powerful ability and not lose any memory.

You won't suspect that something is wrong with your philosophy.

"What are you talking about? I didn't ask you to speculate, but to cooperate with the experiment. ”

Yao Bei didn't seem to want to hear the story of the prefrontal lobotomy operation, waved his hand irritably, and even kicked the passenger seat.

"I'm not going to do anything to a human survivor!"

Zhou Wenwen frowned and firmly rejected Yao Bei.

She probably knew why Yao Bei had become like this.

The so-called god-making is an experiment on the human brain, and after a certain part of the tissue is modified, it will indeed allow the human survivors to obtain the power of the gods.

However, it may cause damage to some other brain cells and tissues.

You may not be able to see it at first, but after a long time, you can see it.

Yao Bei was originally just a sunny and cheerful college student, but after being transformed, he not only had great power.

His personality and behavior have become stereotyped, paranoid, and even treat human life as a guinea pig, just to create a world he yearns for.

It's no different from zombies.

Yao Bei, like Jiang Ming, both had a serious illness.

It's just that Jiang Ming restrained his instinct and was not enslaved by the zombie virus.

And Yao Bei, unconsciously, has become a ruthless No. 1 god.

Even Yao Bei himself doesn't seem to have discovered his transformation.

"Huh."

"I know, you can't do it."

"I've investigated it a long time ago, the water in the security base is provided by you, and I need the water you make, that water has a magical power, maybe it can improve the sluggish condition of these experiments."

"You won't refuse to save people, right?"

Yao Bei didn't know that Zhou Wenwen called that kind of magical water spiritual spring water, but he just thought that the water was made by Zhou Wenwen, who was a water system powerhouse.

It is only natural that the water system powerhouses make water.

In the extremely hot era when water is scarce, almost every water system powerhouse is desperately trying to absorb water molecules from the air and gather clean and drinkable water.

"That's spiritual spring water, in my space, you're here, I can't take it out."

Zhou Wenwen said directly.

Anyway, her identity as a spatial powerhouse has already been known by Yao Bei, and it is not a big deal if the secret of one more spiritual spring water is known.

I even thought that if the spiritual spring water had an improving effect on the damaged brains of human beings.

Yao Bei drank more spiritual spring water, will he become the cheerful appearance he used to be.

This cannot be confirmed yet.

"Spiritual spring water?"

Yao Bei rubbed his temples vigorously, which was really beyond his cognition.

However, one thing he knew better, Wenwen probably wanted him to cancel the inhibition of the space so that she could take out the spiritual spring water from the space.

Yao Bei hesitated.

If he is one meter away from Zhou Wenwen, the ability will weaken its inhibition of space.

The time and space within a meter around him were under his control.

If Zhou Wenwen suddenly entered the space, he really had no other way to find Wenwen again.

"Don't worry, I'm like this, I definitely won't run."

Zhou Wenwen pointed to his neck and opened his mouth faintly.

The bandage was soaked in red blood.

It looks like it's a bit of an eyesore.

"Cheng, you take the spiritual spring water!"

Yao Bei irritably withdrew towards the position of the car door, and slightly lifted some restrictions.

The dagger was still pointed at Zhou Wenwen from a distance.

Zhou Wenwen tried, and he could barely take things out of the space, but he couldn't enter the space.

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(End of chapter)