It is more than one meter in diameter, and the wrinkles and ravines on it are complicated and curved, showing a scarlet color.

It is suspended quietly in the liquid, with countless thin, neuron-like threads connecting it to the surroundings, and it looks very familiar...

On top of the jar, a small, translucent logo can be vaguely seen.

It was a thin snake with its mouth and tail connected.

A concept emerged in Wen Jianyan's mind without warning.

【Brain in a vat】

The brief seconds seemed to stretch into a century. Wen simply stared at the extraordinary things in front of him, almost forgetting how to breathe.

Under his horrified gaze, scarlet threads suddenly began to emerge in mid-air.

Thin, like a spider web, woven and structured by some invisible existence, slowly taking on the shape of a human being. Neurons weave bones, blood vessels, nerves, and even skin, hair...

This is a truly nightmarish scenario.

At this moment, a man's calm and cold voice came to his ears:

"As I said, the patient is very sensitive to light, Father."

Dr. Reese's voice seemed to be suddenly pulled back to the real world with gentle words. He took a sharp breath and chanted loudly as fast as he could:

"Li! Evil spirit!"

"In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit!"

"In the name of the Lord, and in the blood of the martyrs, I command you!"

"Leave!"

The moment the words fell, the progress bar above the head reached [100]

Immediately, a familiar system announcement sounded in my ears: [Ding! The special live broadcast scene has been cleared! The hidden branch is completed!]

The mechanical system sound was broadcasting in a steady voice, seemingly not paying attention to the urgency of the situation at hand. Along with the sound of broadcasting word by word, the flesh and blood construction showed no tendency to slow down.

Legs, arms, chest, head.

Muscles, skin.

A tall and mutilated male body slowly appeared not far away.

In the broken chest like a half-finished product, there are scarlet blood vessels and nerves, which are still being woven and constructed.

He slowly turned his head towards Wen Jianyan.

The eyes are pure gold.

Half of his face is as handsome as a god, and half of his face is as chapped and empty as an evil ghost.

That familiar image, almost imprinted in the depths of his mind, was a face he could picture even with his eyes closed.

Everything that happened in front of him was so sudden that Wen Jianyan was so shocked that he almost forgot to breathe. He stood stiffly on the spot, cold from head to toe, his palms were sticky with sweat, and there was some kind of impulse in his body that was screaming fiercely.

, driving him to escape far away.

But he can't.

He could only stand there, staring at those scarlet, fine neurons, entwined and growing like life, slowly weaving the appearance of the false god not far away in front of him.
Chapter completed!