Calamity of Tomorrow

Zhou Bai looked at the scene in front of her, and sighed in her heart: "Is the human experiment? As expected, the plague department has no bottom line."

In his mind, he suddenly remembered the process by which Yan Tianjun of the Plague Department used human life to make distorted weapons.

"Since you don't have a bottom line, I will not pay attention to any morals in dealing with you."

...

Yan Shan witnessed the accident from beginning to end.

When he saw the lines of distorted text and felt the chaos in his mind, he first discovered that something was wrong.

It was a similar outdated feeling that he had been attacked by Gu Lotte before.

Fear had begun before the brain could really react, and he tried his best to avoid the flashing text in the air.

Then, in his surprised eyes, the monk in the fifth realm burst out of Yuan Shen's power. He closed the formation, and the name chanted in his mouth made Yan Shan feel cold.

"My name, Gu Lotian. Who is calling me?"

Yan Shan looked at this scene with a look of horror: ‘Ancient Lotte ... have arrived? Has he really arrived? ’

The layers of law were closed directly, the evil atmosphere swept through the hall, and with the distorted text across the air, one monk stood still, as if he had been taken away from his soul.

In Yan Shan's horrified eyes, the entire laboratory was torn open, and a dark, twisted thing slowly fell from the sky.

The dark matter was constantly twisted and undulating, as if a personal head was struggling in it, trying to get out.

‘Is that something called by Rakuten? ’

‘What the **** did we do! Why proactively motivate him? !! ’

Yan Shan looked in horror at the dark matter.

The next moment, the roar sounded, and Yan Shan saw the pestilence real person standing beside him had stood out.

"It's a real plague! He is a monk in the eighth realm, and he may be able to ..."

The plague real man has just taken a step, and the whole person has already stood still, his eyes gradually flashing with confusion. Computer :: /

The evil voice came out of the darkness.

"Mortal can't look directly into the heavens."

Bulimia deprivation ...

Greedy deprivation ...

Deprivation of greed ...

For food, life, strength, wealth, men and women ... various desires are stripped from the plague reality.

He covered his head and uttered a painful roar, and looked at Yan Shan in despair for the next moment.

What a desperate look that was, Yan Shan could not see the slightest attachment to life from it. It seemed that everything between heaven and earth had no meaning to the other side.

It is difficult for Yan Shan to imagine what the other party experienced at this moment, only to show such despair.

Is this really a pestilent real man who can treat civilians as ants and unbridled experiments with humans? Is it the hard-hearted, cruel-hearted pestilence real person?

The next moment, in Yan Shan's horrified gaze, the real plague directly shattered his heart, and slowly fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, boundless black mucus poured out of the darkness, like a black wave, engulfing towards the entire laboratory.

A palm of black mud was stretched out in the tide, and he grabbed at the soulless monks.

Yan Shan looked at a dark hand and grabbed his body. He wanted to resist, but felt a whisper in the air, making his body weak.

In the distance, some monks of the Pestilence started suicide, while others attacked wildly.

There was a flash of despair in Yan Shan's eyes, and the next moment he was completely engulfed in darkness.

At the same time, a loud sirens sounded throughout the special administration area, and a large number of staff retreated outward, and occasionally several monks went against the current and rushed in the direction of the laboratory.

When the dream in the office area looked at it blankly, it was completely unclear what happened.

She stopped an escaped worker and asked loudly, "What happened?"

"The distortions in the laboratory broke out!" The staff panicked. "Run away!"

"Twisted burst?" Dream Ruo walked to the window with a little confusion and looked in the direction of the laboratory.

Then they saw that the laboratory, which should have been solid, was constantly collapsing, and large swaths of black mud were gushing out of the gaps.

More and more monks surrounded them and practiced Taoism to prevent the spread of black mud.

...

"... At last you were wrapped in black mud and passed out. The above is everything you experienced in this accident. Is there anything you want to add?"

Yan Shan was lying on the bed, and in front of him were two staff members of the Pestilence Department.

Yan Shan looked at them and shook his head slightly. "Nothing."

Looking at how they were about to leave, Yan Shan couldn't help asking: "How many people have died?"

"Sorry, this accident is still under investigation and cannot be disclosed for the time being."

Looking at the back of the two leaving, Yan Shan turned his head, and the pictures of the laboratory kept flashing in his mind, feeling a kind of fear and exhaustion from the heart.

"Can we really catch the ancient Lotte?"

"We don't even know what he is ..."

At this moment, Yan Shan could not help raising an impulse, which was to give up revenge and return to the central city.

Either be kept in captivity or be looked down on, just spend the rest of his life safely in the central city, never to explore any ancient Rakuten, those twisted, those crazy, those evil beings, he never wants to touch Already.

A moment later, the knocking of the door rang, and it was the dream that came in: "Yan Shan, are you okay?"

...

Inside the laboratory ruins on the other side, a large number of men and women are sorting the wreckage, and constantly digging out various instruments, relics and the like.

Suddenly, one of them shouted, "Feng Yingfu! I found Fengying Fu!"

Shortly after, Feng Yingfu was sent to a conference table, and the pictures were played out, and the monks in the Plague Hall were exclaiming from time to time.

After watching it, in a long silence, someone said, "Is this ... ancient Lotte?"

"Obviously, Plague Real had an accident in their experiments, and the process of reading that booklet attracted the possession of evil beings."

"More than 30 Blast monks committed suicide. More than 20 people attacked and disabled each other, and the remaining remains are still being excavated."

"There were still a lot of supplies, instruments, and magic weapons present along with the Guihai Heisha disappeared."

"Sanqing Daozong asked what we did and asked us for an explanation."

"Where is Qiu Xingze?"

"Coma."

"What about books?"

"It's gone."

"Where's Bai? Is he taking out that book?"

"At the time of the incident, we found him in a massage parlour. '

"..."

"Report the situation to Luo Tianjun, things are no longer in our hands."

...

Christina Zhou stared in front of her and said, "Where is it bad for you to go to meow ... in that kind of shop? I've lost your reputation!"

Christina dropped her head and sighed, "Well, who knows that you humans are so indecent ... They told me that they were ordinary massages."

Zhou Bai: "What kind of massage do you massage well !!!"

Kristina was not convinced: "Stupid human, you don't know how comfortable it is to press your back."