Chapter 335, God descends?

   Dean Wang, wearing a white coat and a pair of white gloves, walked around the room very seriously.

  Carefully check every piece of precision instrument.

  White gloves carefully electrify those instruments to test their functions.

   "The family surnamed Bai and the zombie king are all eligible to undergo experiments in this room. If we can explore the true core information of the supernatural beings and zombies, creating gods is very simple for us."

   Dean Wang's windy eyes looked straight at each precision instrument, with a hint of excitement in his voice.

   is coming soon, and gods will be created soon.

  It's not just his son, he can create more gods effortlessly.

  What if there is no supernatural power, he will be the creator and **** of the world at that time.

  Wang Ge sat on the chair expressionlessly. No matter how much Dean Wang looked forward to, he never said a word.

  It doesn't matter to him whether he is researching supernatural powers or zombies.

  He just wants everyone to feel the pain he has suffered like him.

  It seems to be a very interesting thing to turn the world into hell.

   "The creation of gods, the things that our ancestors have always longed for and yearned for, did not expect that in my generation, it will become a reality."

  President Wang carefully took out the book from his pocket, his gloved fingers trembling a little.

  The sound of being turned over comes from the paper.

   Dean Wang’s old eyes fell on one of the pages.

   Above is a picture.

  This book is an image of a photocopy of an ancient book, and it looks a little fuzzy.

  I can vaguely see a portrait of a strange creature.

  The creature has a naked human face, and its body resembles a dragon and a snake.

   is just a photocopied image, the vicissitudes of history rushing to the face, with a kind of coercion that humans can hardly see directly.

  There are some ambiguous words under the portrait, and you can vaguely see what is written.

  The **** of Zhongshan, whose name is candle-yin, is regarded as day, gazes as night, blows for winter, calls for summer, does not drink, does not eat, ceaselessly, breath is the wind, and he is thousands of miles long.

   Dean Wang fixedly looked at the portrait above, the whole person was a little crazy.

   "It's coming, it's coming, the time and the place are right, God is coming to the world."

  When Dean Wang said this, the whole person was trembling, he was obviously crazy about the portrait, but when he said this, it was Wang Ge.

  Wang Ge looked at the crazy old man expressionlessly, his hollow eyes moved slightly.

   "What did you put in my head."

  Wang Ge asked unintentionally.

  He could feel something in his head. Before the end of the world, he went to a big hospital to take a film, and wanted to see what was in his head.

  Unfortunately, no matter which hospital it is, it can't give a clear answer.

  All the films are blurry, about the size of a thumb.

  Some doctors say it may be a tumor, some doctors say it may be a blood clot.

  Whatever it is, the conclusion is that it cannot be taken out by craniotomy.

  Because that thing is in the hypothalamus, craniotomy is too dangerous.

  No hospital is willing to perform this operation.

  Wang Ge's eyes deepened.

  This kind of craniotomy has been done many times by his so-called father, Dean Wang.

  All the people who underwent this operation were his sons.

   "I put something that can make you a god."

   Dean Wang looked through Wang Ge and seemed to see the future of a god.

  Wang Ge glanced at the book in Dean Wang’s hand, a flash of hostility flashed in his eyes, seeming to be a little irritable, and stood up and walked outside.

   "Wang Ge, your injury is still not healed. Remember to absorb the crystal nucleus and recover from the internal injury."

  Looking at Wang Ge's back, Dean Wang quickly added a word.

  The last time Wang Ge came out of the zombie village, he suffered serious internal injuries.

  Especially brain waves, become very disordered.

  Forcibly command the zombie to explode, and the brain will be damaged.

  Wang Ge's brain is the hope and inheritance of Hua Tuo's lineage for thousands of years.

  In any case, it must not be damaged.

  Wang Ge did not respond to Dean Wang’s words, and went straight away.

  Because he understands that the reason why Dean Wang cares about him is not because he is his son, but because of what is in his mind.

  Wang Ge came to his room full of anger and threw himself on the bed.

  Dean Wang didn’t say it, but vaguely he also guessed what it was.

  He didn't understand what it was before the end of the world, but after the end of the world, he understood.

   must be the crystal nucleus.

  There are crystal nuclei in the brains of people with abilities, mutant animals and zombies.

  Although he could perceive things with brain waves and use supernatural powers before the end of the world, it was just too weak.

  Compared with ordinary people, it is only a little bit more powerful.

  After the end of the world, his power began to rise wildly.

  The energy in his brain is no different from the energy of the supernatural person.

  This shows that his so-called father opened his brain and put in a crystal nucleus.

  But at that time, there was no end time, no zombies and no supernatural beings.

  The crystal nucleus in the hands of Dean Wang, is it not passed down by the ancestor?

  Wang Ge narrowed his eyes dangerously, and pinched an ordinary crystal nucleus in his hand.

  All the crystal nuclei, as long as they are dug out from the body, they can no longer inject energy into them.

  The crystal nucleus will volatilize the internal energy little by little, and then turn into waste.

  This will be a long process.

  According to the research of this **** research institute, an ordinary crystal nucleus will only become waste after a hundred years.

  The higher the level of the crystal nucleus, the longer it will exist.

  Wang Ge looked at the portrait on the wall.

  In his room, there are some strange portraits posted by Dean Wang.

   are monsters with human-faced snake gods or human-faced dragons.

   is the appearance of the legendary candle nine yin.

  The corner of Wang Ge's mouth was hooked dangerously.

  Hehe, his so-called father is really wishful thinking.

  Does he think the **** he created will really listen to him?

  When a **** becomes a god, who knows whether the **** will destroy the Creator?

  Wang Ge coldly glanced at the direction of Dean Wang’s room, his eyes were colder than a snake.

  ……

  Zombie Village.

  A few more days have passed.

  The carrion on Leng Yebai’s face became less and less, and the carrion area even began to form a layer of dark brown scab.

   And the blood flowing out of him is no longer black, but a faint brown.

   is between red and black.

  Leng Yebai’s impulse for blood is also getting weaker and weaker. It is no longer the same as before. When he smells the smell of people, he can't control the violent emotions raging in his brain.

  Lengye moved a chair for nothing, and lay on the recliner to enjoy the sun in the yard.

  Looking at the hot sun, he could feel a little warmth.

  Perception is recovering little by little.

  He understood that he was really about to become a human being.

  Close your eyes comfortably, enjoying the sun bathing.

  Vaguely, he could feel a figure in front of him, blocking the warm sun.

  Opening his eyes, he saw Zhang Yiming.

   "Let let, stop me from basking in the sun."

  Leng Yebai opened her eyes lazily and waved weakly, so that Zhang Yiming should not block herself from basking in the sun.

  There is still rotten flesh on his body. As long as there is rotten flesh, there will definitely be a rotten smell, just like the smell of a zombie.

  Leng Yebai didn’t want to have such an unpleasant smell on her body, so she basked in the sun every day.

  Afraid of being disgusted by Bai Xixin.

  Zhang Yiming glanced at the lazy Leng Yebai, and walked aside two steps silently.

   "I'll get a little blood for testing."

  Zhang Yiming calmly took out a needle that was thicker than Bai Yifan’s arm.

  Leng Yebai:...

    Ask for recommendation tickets, ask for monthly tickets.

    

   

  (End of this chapter)

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