By the time Yanluge came to his senses, it was already the early morning of the next day.

All the transcendent beings he saw were devoured by him.

I was full, recovered, and by the way, I also filled my mimic ability library with a lot of new abilities.

"Well, according to this trend, it won't be long before I can be promoted again."

As a ninth-order transcendent in the previous life, Yan Luge was familiar with promotion.

He could clearly feel that after devouring two xenomorph imprints and a lot of messy transcendent abilities, he had completed the will training of the two-star stage of "Life Mimicry".

Next, as long as you absorb a large amount of spiritual power, you can successfully advance.

However, Yan Luge did not plan to do this immediately.

The last time he was promoted, there were many accidents, including but not limited to his consciousness being trapped in the Sea of Origin and not being able to come back, the suspected spiritual source muttering in his ear, and his body being polluted by the Capricorn imprint causing him to go out of control and go wild......

Now that the xenomorph mark he devoured had mutated again, he wasn't going to take any more risks until he was fully prepared.

Yan Luge lay on his back on the wasteland and stretched.

"The fourth phase of the mission has been completed."

In his mind, a cold and indifferent system prompt floated there, marking the complete completion of the mission.

In fact, this hint had already appeared when the pseudo-human xenomorph of Yanluge blew himself up and died, but at that time, Yanluge was busy dealing with the xenomorph mark it left behind, so he didn't have time to pay attention to it.

Speaking of the "suicide" of pseudo-human xenos......

Yan Luge's expression became a little subtle.

He lay on his back on the ground, raised a hand, and raised it to his eyes.

The hand was distinctly jointed, with no scarring, except for dark red blood still on the skin, apparently recovering from the corrosion of the contamination.

"Hey, where?" The song of the words spoke in a hoarse voice.

The flesh on the back of his hand squirmed, slowly splitting to the sides, revealing a mouth full of sharp fangs.

The bulging mouth swirled happily around the back of his hand, and the corners of his mouth curved like sides, revealing an expression that seemed to be a happy smile.

Little Fang: Yes, master, ~.jpg

Song of Words: "......"

He almost forgot that this little thing was a sand sculpture emoji.

After settling down, Yan Luge recalled what he wanted to say.

His gaze darkened: "Fangcai, when I was fighting the pseudo-human xenomorph, it parasitized into my body through the power of pollution.

"And at that time, I suddenly sensed a message...... Or a thought......

"This idea tells me that I can use the ability of the 'Hunter's Cage' to pull the pseudo-human xenomorph out of my body.

"At that time, there were actually many ways for me to strip out the pseudo-human xenomorphs, but because of that idea, I chose you.

"Now the question is, did you pass on this idea to me?"

Yan Luge stared at the smirking mouth on the back of his hand.

If his senses are correct, and if his guesses are correct, then he may have to reevaluate the Hunter's Cage as a supernatural ability.

It is not uncommon for an alienated organ born in him due to his supernatural ability to run around on him, actively attacking beings who threaten him—after all, alienated organs are derivatives of an individual's will.

But it can use memes to communicate with the outside world, can express emotional feelings of "happy" and "unhappy", and even "teaches" him how to use his abilities with his mind - which is a bit remarkable.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a "transcendent ability", but more like a "transcendent creature" with self-will and a certain intelligence.

Hence this question.

And after listening to his question, the "transcendent creature" bar on the back of the rhythm singer smacked his mouth, revealing an extremely humane and confused expression.

Little Fang: Huh? What are you talking about? .jpg

Yan Luge pondered for two seconds, shortening the question to less than fifteen words: "Do you know that the pseudo-human alien is in my body?" ”

The mouth on the back of the hand squirmed, as if nodding.

Little Fang: Mm-hmm, I know .gif

Words and Songs: "Can you capture it?" ”

The mouth nodded again.

Little Fang: I'm .gif wide

"How do you know? ”

Little Fang: Huh? .jpg

Yan Lu Ge: "Change the question...... You passed that idea on to me? ”

Little Fang: Huh? .jpg

Inquiry failed.

It doesn't seem to understand what "mind" means.

"Forget it, maybe I'm too sensitive." Yan Luge shook his head, "After all, the 'Hunter's Cage' is one of the few extraordinary abilities that I haven't played with in my previous life and don't know much about.

"What's more, it is normal for transcendental beings to have an epiphany about the use of transcendent abilities.

"I don't have to worry too much."

- Suspected to have an independent consciousness, can understand simple human language, and has an intelligence equivalent to that of a child about 3 years old, but does not have the ability to think logically at a deeper level.

- It is suspected that it will transmit thoughts, pay attention to the safety of the host, and will obey the host's orders most of the time, but it is not excluded that accidents may occur in rare cases.

In the bottom of his heart, he silently evaluated the extraordinary ability of the "Hunter's Cage", a strange manifestation, and finally came to a conclusion.

- Can be tamed, and the whole is controllable.

Yan Luge poked the small fangs on the back of his hand with the fingers of his other hand: "You are a copy I copied from Nero, and when I return to the research institute, I will study it carefully, and I will know what you are." ”

When the hideous-looking mouth heard this, it immediately turned happily around the back of his hand.

Little Fang: It's been studied~ I'm so happy~ I'm going to be studied by the owner~.gif

Song of Words: "......"

Is this something to be happy about?

Well, although it is not a bad thing to call a scientific research team to fill in the gaps for yourself when the research plan is in order, the research process is absolutely controllable, and the research results are strictly confidential.

At least words and songs are not excluded.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have established a huge Blackstone Research Institute to serve himself.

Yan Luge thought casually as he moved his newborn siblings, who had just recovered and were still relatively fragile, and slowly stood up.

"Alright, now that we're done, let's start sweeping the tail."

Yanluge smiled and pressed her crackling knuckles.

When he came to Tianzhou this time, he first rescued Lao Zheng, and then helped Lao Zheng clean up the polluted No. 101 Command Division Headquarters.

Later, he rushed to the Northwest Wasteland, solved the polluters in Gray River Town, and ran to the Northwest Base to destroy the pseudo-human xenomorph in a near death.

It's been a really exciting and fulfilling day, and no one will believe that he is the richest man in the world.

But...... He likes it.

As for now, there is one last thing left on this trip.

Yan Luge narrowed his eyes and looked somewhere ahead.

The aura escapes, and the place where the gods come.

The former means a large amount of spiritual power reserve resources, and the latter means pollutants that may shrink his assets.

"After fighting the boss, it's not too enjoyable, and it's not bad to kill some monsters to practice."

Thank you for the reward of "Book Friends 20200906201902902~".

(End of chapter)