In the No. 1 area of ​​Chemical Plant, a square LCD monitor with a length of seven meters and width of five meters is filled with oval characteristic glassware. The oval sealed space is tightly embedded with a red glass cover with a surface. A circle of metal thin wires on the end are wrapped around the interface, and a few wisps of black fog occasionally emerge from the left end. These black fogs swam around the glass space endlessly, like a living black fish, touching left and right in the glass fish tank.

There are three hollow rings at the three-minute points of the oval glassware. The ring itself is a ring-shaped device. The two blue-green arc-shaped particles in the hollow tube are entangled with each other, creating a small gravitational field between them to imprison the space around the glassware, allowing the black fog that wants to escape to be firmly bound in this narrow space.

Mao Yu stood in front of the giant data processor and looked at the machine wrapped in countless ring-shaped metal wires with some emotion: "I finally made this big guy, let's see how it works."

"Master, according to Dr. Frankenstein's theory, this machine can be used as a bridge and channel between life and death. We have calculated the transformation equation of Yin-Earth particles, and coupled with the catalytic effects contained in the disease particles attached to you, these have constituted the conditions for the transformation of Yin-Yang. As long as we connect the soul body that meets the conditions from the other end of the port, we can make the ghost resurrect and become another great life." The elderly researcher wearing white protective suit reported the situation to Mao Yu, and his expression on his face was a little excited for a moment.

This is a taboo in science. God's realm - the art of resurrection. If he had not met Dr. Franken, the scientific world in the Franken Castle in Lake Geneva, Switzerland, he would never have participated in such a magnificent and magical realm - the creation of life. The realm of life is like a colorful canvas that deeply trapped him.

Even though he was first called a crime of violating ethics; even if he was expelled from the Life Science Laboratory of Nanyang University; even if he was banned by the life science community for ten years. But life, life, you are like a delicious baby that fascinates me.

"Good job! Doctor Fu, I'm optimistic about you." Mao Yu patted his shoulder and said in a tempting tone: "Dr. Fu, once your experiment is successful, I will personally help you transform into an immortal leader of the epidemic clan, so that you can enjoy endless lifespan and continue your scientific research."

"Thank you for your cultivation." Dr. Fu's expression was excited, and his tone of speaking was a little deformed. He worked hard for so long and didn't he hoped to become a creature similar to a lich (the zombie tribe) to continue his experiment. Although he was in his fifties, too much fatigue emptied his body. Now he was working with a wrinkled sixty-year-old face.

Mao Yu said "um" and turned into a dark green mist and disappeared in front of Dr. Fu. The black fog rolled into the reception office. A beautiful woman in red sat lazily on a pure white porcelain sofa next to the egg-shaped coffee table in the office. She folded her legs on the sofa, her left hand held her cheek gracefully to rest, and her whole body exuded a beautiful and delicate temperament: "Brother Mao, you are here. This sofa makes my sister sleep comfortably. It should be a handmade authentic handmade product by the late Danish national treasure designer Eg'anio. This sofa is said to be an alchemy magic weapon that is calm and calm, but I didn't expect it to be here."

"If Sister Yihong likes it, I will present this authentic product to Sister Yihong, even if I repay my sister's life-saving grace." Mao Yu was now as red as blood, wearing a dark green windbreaker, and he was not stingy about this small Nordic collection.

"Don't, sister, am I the kind of person who robs me? If my sister wants it, the vampire from the Viscount Castle in Hungary can't stop me." Chen Meiren's eyes shining, and her phoenix eyes looked up and down, obviously she was more interested in Mao Yu's current dress: "Brother Mao, you are much better now than the poke on the white hair on your head before."

"It's just the sequelae of divine power. The power of humanity reflects the image of the world. If it weren't for Sister Yihong's magic weapon that suppressed gods and ghosts, I would not be Mao Yu but Zhou Xin, the messenger of the Eastern Plague. " Mao Yu sighed in his heart, faith reflects people's hearts, and people's hearts are five poisons, and belief is naturally poisonous.

The envoys from all directions under the plague tribe were also worshipped by countless monks, wizards, witches, saints and other extraordinary people from the bottom. The power of faith gathered between them is quite large. The reason why Mao Yu has made the reputation of "plague messenger" internationally over the years is that he worships the faith accumulated over the years. The cause of that day is today.

Before Mao Yu could sigh for a long time, a faint ghost appeared in front of Mao Yu with a "pop" sound: "Master, the person you want has been brought here. Do you need it?"

"Oh, are those guys already here? Time flies, and the meeting that has been late for twenty years is about to end here today." Mao Yu snapped his fingers, and his windbreaker was changed into a light blue suit, with a burgundy shirt inside. This outfit made him exude the temperament of a workplace elite: "This outfit is the outfit of Mayor Chai's famous white gloves - the Sequoia Army. I wonder what he would react after seeing it."

As he said that, he began to laugh wildly, and tears came out: "Hahaha... this guy actually gave the name of Dragon Ball villain."

"Brother Mao, some people in the organization are eager to attack recently. Sister, I apologize for them. I hope you can work together for the leader's great cause without grudges." Chen Yihong was a little worried about Mao Yu's current mental state. When he was about to avenge his great revenge, his mood would lead to extremely unstable mood. Once it was affected by the god position of the Eastern Plague Envoy, the consequences would be unpredictable. Although this envoy was a genuine god in the past heavenly court, his reputation was obvious to all. This was an evil god who spread plague and made people happy to be sick and suffering.

"It's okay, this messenger has always been repaying his kindness. My sister is as kind as a mountain, and I will definitely thank me." Mao Yu's face turned right and walked out of the office door with a blank expression. He didn't notice Chen Yihong's frown behind him.

In a modified iron cell in the No. 2 area of ​​the Chemical Factory, more than 30 people hid in a trembling corner like hamsters, hugging each other in a trembling corner. In the center of the cell, a fat white man spread his limbs and slept unrealistically. There was a sleepy bubble at the tip of his nose. His heartless look made the ghost who was watching him stunned.

Is it true that the ancient poem says, "The behavior of dogs and pigs is called wonderful, and the conspiracy of gods and ghosts cannot be deceived." Is it true? People are like pigs and dogs, and gods are separated from ghosts and see the sorrow. Brother, brother! I am a ghost, you call me like those guys. Hey, cooperate, otherwise I will be embarrassed.

(End of this chapter)
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