MTL - Parasitic Cultivation: Race Clearing System-Chapter 108 Zerg escaped from the laboratory

This is too decisive, with a wave of his hand, he does not take away a single divine pill.

Could it be that there is something wrong with this divine pill?

Impossible, this divine pill is very good, even if it loses its spirituality, it has extremely high value.

He said that the body is the seed... Could it be that this is the reason why this evil cultivator is so powerful?

This daring, this courage, this mind... made them feel ashamed and awe-inspiring.

"Senior brother, I have come to my senses. Master said that cultivation is not about taking drugs, but to lay a solid foundation. Now I finally understand the truth." Someone looked at Bai Bing's back and said ashamed.

"One thing to say, one thing, this evil cultivator can have the skills he is today, and he truly deserves his name. I also want to take the road of using my body as a seed, and only rely on myself to become stronger."

"Senior brother, you finally understand, then let me collect this medicinal pill."

"I just said casually, I have to take this psychic thing back and honor it to Master."

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Bai Bing continued to walk forward, observing from both sides.

A quarrel started behind him, and then a fight broke out.

He didn't care about that, because there were even stranger things ahead.

There are corpses on the ground.

These corpses were lying in the corners of the walls, in the cracks between the experimental benches, and they were still wearing white and yellowed protective clothing.

But when he came over, there was a gust of wind, and the clothes fell apart like burnt paper ashes.

At first, the man's skin was a normal yellow and white complexion. As soon as it encountered the air, it quickly turned black and rotten, and soon turned into a dry and pitch-black corpse, like a mummy.

Yang Fei was shocked, "Is this the Fallen Immortal? Sure enough, it will change color."

"You know the shit! It's because the corpse was oxidized in the air, haven't you ever robbed a tomb?" Skull cursed.

Bai Bing was shocked, shouldn't I be the one who said this?

You also received nine-year compulsory education?

"Oh, are you shocked? These are all things I read from the books left by the fallen immortals, right?" The head sneered with disdain.

Bai Bing said, "You seem to know a lot."

"Nonsense, this old man has been studying the language of fallen immortals for over a hundred years before he succeeded in his fortune.

In this world, when it comes to understanding the fallen immortals, this old man ranks second, but no one dares to say the first.

I might as well reveal to you that this fallen immortal also possesses the magical powers of ingenious arithmetic, which this old man has learned for several decades, and it is only a few percent of his comprehension.

You can talk about the sum of the numbers within one thousand, the old man doesn't need to calculate, you can figure it out with your fingers. "

"I don't believe it." Yang Fei thought about the number at random and asked, "How much is five hundred seventy-two plus two hundred and fifty-nine?"

"Eight hundred and thirty-one."

Yang Fei was surprised, "Although I didn't count it, I feel that what I said was right."

He was going to go back and get an abacus to confirm.

Bai Bing thought about it, nodded and said, "That's right."

Head sneered, "That's natural... No, how do you know right or wrong?"

"..." Bai Bing said, "The world has really fallen, but Senior is indeed smarter than Yang Fei."

Yang Fei refused to accept, "What if you know this stuff? Is it useful for combat?"

The head was really stopped by the question, and he sneered: "Just to give an example, I will use you to deduce magical powers, but this old man knows the big secret of the ruins of the fallen immortals!

Do you know that this fallen immortal has a characteristic, that is, he likes to write a diary. Do you know why? "

Yang Fei sneered, "I know a hammer, but I'm not interested. Whoever writes a diary is a serious person."

Bai Bing's heart moved, "Why is that?"

Skull said: "The old man has been deciphering the language of fallen immortals for many years, and found that these fallen immortals are afraid of something, and that power will erase their memories and make them go crazy.

Therefore, the fallen immortals have an unwritten rule, that is, they must use words as a carrier to record important events as a 'memory anchor'.

If his memory is erased by 'He', he can use this anchor to find himself.

Of course, this is not necessarily successful. "

Erase memory? Find yourself? Memory anchors?

Bai Bing gradually narrowed his eyes, his expression a little dignified.

He had seen this thing in the Ruthless Sect's diary, but it was not complete.

Could it be that the reason why those people disappeared from this world is not because of these Zerg parasites, but because there are still unknown powers in this world?

Is it also some kind of "pollution"?

How many unknowns are there in this world?

He continued to walk forward.

Suddenly, his eyes stopped in front of a certain experimental table. The items here were very messy. Even the experimental table was mostly destroyed. The test tubes and petri dishes above were almost all broken.

He reassembled the broken plastic label and placed it on the petri dish.

This is a whole row of test tubes, from small to large.

There was only the smallest of them, with a mass of black flesh in it, like a dead embryo.

The other test tubes were all smashed, and it seemed that someone had taken them.

Next to it are three rows of test tubes and a petri dish as large as a fish tank.

Spell out the labels, they are:

He put the label together, the words he saw and marked, and the red cross.

And the state is normal.

It's just that the test tube shattered, and everything inside was gone.

Yang Fei also saw it, "Why is there the name of the Suzaku clan here? Hey... These people are so bold, did they make the Suzaku clan a medicinal pill?

Old guy, come and see if it's your heir. "

The head ignored him, this little calf's mouth is too stinky, it's not as pleasing to the eye as this Bai Bing, at least not cursing.

Bai Bing was silent for a while, "It may be his ancestor."

"Fuck your motherfucker!" The head said angrily, "You two brats~www.novelbuddy.com~ bullying the old man is only tall, isn't it?"

Bai Bing didn't have the time to joke, and said, "You are well-informed, but do you know the origin of the Vermillion Bird Clan?"

His head was stunned, "Do you know which monkey your ancestor changed from?"

It seems really possible... Bai Bing looked at the dead embryo, the dignified Suzaku clan, at least that parasite group, may have really been born in this kind of place.

"Then have you heard of the Xuanwu family?" Bai Bing asked.

He has read poetry and books in Qingyunzong, and has heard of many ancient races, but he has never heard of Xuanwu.

"No."

Did he die when he escaped from the laboratory?

Bai Bing still wanted to ask, but he heard the head say, "I feel my body."

"Where?" Bai Bing asked.

If this old guy is resurrected, it will undoubtedly be a great help.

"It's not too far... It's that girl. She really found all my body and is piecing it together."

Is it Li Qingsi?

Bai Bing remembered that she had not seen her since they met outside.

"Want to send your head over there?" Bai Bing asked.

"Forget it, it's not urgent, let's help you see if there is any way to suppress the parasite."

Bai Bing was slightly moved. In this world, there are really not many people who have cared about him.

"Hmph, don't be in a hurry to be moved, this old man just thinks you have a secret, and I'm afraid your parasite will revive and die!"

Continuing to walk forward, through the doors, he came to the archives.

Or rather, the studio.

The rotten and gloomy breath blows.

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