Doomsday Pavilion

After the chaotic massacre of blood corpses everywhere in the upper city can be basically regarded as ruins, but small-scale battles with various families or some potential characters are still going on, not the roar, screams and blood corpses. The roar of death and the weird sound of **** ho echoed everywhere in the ruins.

At this time, Liu Renjun, in fluttering clothes, had already arrived outside the gate of the Shangcheng Research Institute, standing on a tall building as if asking the sky about the wine.

He succeeded in regaining the control of the blood corpse group at the cost of losing four of his subordinates, but his current situation is not optimistic-the creeping organization separated from the four subordinates is lack of correct evolution. The way, now almost out of control, splitting and proliferating all the time, making Liu Renjun’s movement more and more difficult, the plan had to go back to the original place, and now his whole person seems to be embedded in a huge pile of cow dung-shaped meat. on.

The upper body is romantic and suave, but the lower body is such a thing, Liu Renjun feels that he can vomit at any time when he lowers his head-that's why he has such a pretending look.

When he was handsome, no one wanted to be so ugly, Liu Renjun was surprisingly irritable at this moment.

The blood corpses under his direct control gathered in the research institute, and the powerful destructive power almost instantly wiped out the building inside by two-thirds. However, facing the largest and most important dome building of the research institute, the blood corpses no longer He didn't want to move anymore, Liu Renjun gave instructions to enter the sea, but he didn't get the slightest response he deserved.

Liu Renjun surprisingly questioned his decision. Could it be that-should I really wait for those guys in Northwest Wolf City before? Wait until they arrive?

Liu Renjun quickly threw this idea behind his head, and those who became big things would not seek it out from the crowd!

Now everything is in his hands, only a tiny bit, a tiny bit.

Although there are some discrepancies with the part of his plan, the general situation is set.

When Bai Yiliu Renjun was busy analyzing what went wrong, the inner sea of ​​the scientific research institute maintained its due rhythm. It is time to shake the test tube of the test tube, and it is time to write the report.

Nonsense——I can't pick out twenty evolvers even if I add it here, it's so special that they are all first-order coolies who are responsible for physical work all the year round.

Why are you still nervous? What else can you be nervous about?

Isn’t it just a death? You don’t need a blood corpse to see you off. Researchers with an average age of over fifty and academicians with an average age of over seventy feel that every second they live in this age of dog blood is true and true. Mom is lucky, who cares when to die.

In short, the style of the research institute is like this. Whether it is rigid or free and easy, everyone has a more or less thought in their minds:

People will die sooner or later.

Success is the one who can die his name into history. Anyway, this is the dream of a group of people who have researched and developed a thank-you-good thing and then hopes that statues of various shapes like Qin Zhicheng will squat into various places. Known as the statue school that is enthusiastically sought after by the people.

In other words, this kind of thinking is completely mainstream in the scientific research institute. Just drag someone out of it to interview him. You are happy...Ah no, what is your dream, his answer is guaranteed to be this kind of rhetoric.

——Yes, this is the standard answer of the verse skill level.

There are not many ways for ordinary people to remember their names in this era, and the scientific research institute is indeed the path that can bring happiness to future generations and is the closest to their dreams.

Lao Hu put his hands in his sleeves and shut down the contact with the outer city. He was completely indifferent to the yelling over there.

"Old man, old man, I have been with you all my life in this cat. This way of death is not very kind-I also want to go to Qinshan to find a good craftsman to burn a relic and be sacrificed. The remaining ashes will be sprinkled. It's dark and sinking."

The old dean poured a cup of hot tea for Lao Hu with an enamel jar, and said without looking up while reading the report,

"Wait and then I will ponder these trivial things, show me how to calculate this coefficient?"

Old Hu took a look and threw the pen with the report.

"No, ask the computer if there are questions, it hurts me."

The old dean took a sip of tea, and said with ridges in his ears.

"That stupid fork outside, I haven't been around for a long time. Either hurry up or leave, mother, I'm so uneasy, how can I do research?"

"..."

A young man in a white coat rushed in in a panic, his stuttering accent was surprisingly similar to that of Lao Hu.

"Dean Dean, it's not good... the experimental bodies a10101 and...a10102 have changed... I can't control the venue... it's coming!"

The old dean scratched his head for a while and said casually,

"You can't control how much you send, and how many do you want me to help you control how many you send to control it?!"

The numbers at the beginning of a have only recently been recompiled to facilitate statistics. Suddenly, the head of the old dean can’t turn around after such a roar, and he wonders.

"Emmmmm wait a minute, say we still have this kind of number??"

"..."

Old Hu Gang wanted to remind something, so he heard a boom.

The entire huge building of the scientific research institute shook constantly, and the hard alloy structure was distorted as a whole, and it made a heart-wrenching metal rubbing sound, falling like a rain of rocks.

From the outside, the last standard sphere building of the research institute has been twisted into a gummy shape, but fortunately, the overall structure is still intact—relatively intact.

Through the window, at least one can see the chaotic white coats desperately rescuing research materials and materials in the weird-shaped rooms where the floor has turned into walls and walls have turned into ceilings.

The culprit of all this is not Liu Renjun and the group of blood corpses, but a giant plant that looks like it has been split in the middle and connected only by a few veins-it grows from both sides of the sphere at an astonishing speed. The last building of the scientific research institute was sandwiched in the middle to top the sky.

Well, this is undoubtedly the pitcher plant that the potted plant was stolen and sold to the research institute and was destroyed by the research institute.

For research purposes, God knows what the scientific research institute gave this poor lonely and helpless pitcher plant. In short, it was eaten until it was fat to the point where the scientific research institute could no longer support it, and then the blood happened. The corpse disaster rescued the research institute that was almost emptied-this pitcher plant almost survived by feeding on the inactive blood and flesh tissue-and then it mutated again and became at the same time The earliest research topic of Wu Ke.

The Lin Sorrow and Wochu system initially only gave the batch of all pitcher plants some of the most basic attributes and talents, and then they were stolen before the ideological education was completed. The potted plants may have done something indescribable to it. His behavior is to be controlled, and when it is transferred to the scientific research institute, it undergoes a series of torture (although the guys in the scientific research institute dare to slap their chests to ensure that it is called scientific research and basic experiment, it is undoubtedly tortured), so it It became the weird look now.

Its tentacles are almost completely degraded, leaving only the instinct rooted in the ground to maintain balance. The tops of the two halves of the body each have a super, super, super huge mouth, and it is still a moment after breaking through the building of the scientific research institute. It kept growing, and at the same time, there were countless strangely long vines holding dozens of small marked mouths and slowly growing towards the nearest blood corpse.

The soft stomping looks like a dead snake, which is really disdainful.

It’s such a weird plant, but it’s the real reason why the blood corpse group stopped moving—maybe it’s not too complicated. Who made this pitcher plant grow up as the only blood-eating corpse in the world. Where's the Nepenthes?

Even those blood corpses that were several meters tall and looked infinitely hideous subconsciously moved slowly back along with these growing vines, and the closed encirclement gradually revealed gaps, and finally became a mess.

You know that these blood corpses are all Tier 5!

Seeing this situation, Liu Renjun stretched out his hand to support his forehead, and his whole body was shaky, as if he might be angry to death at any time.

"Good...good job..."

For a long time, he gritted his teeth and said, as if talking to himself, as if comforting himself.

"Huh, there is nothing of value besides the scientific research institute in Shangcheng District, so I have to start the next step directly!"