Chapter 89 Sample

"Gol..."

No. 3 smiled and looked at the little ancient demon who was less than one year old at his feet. The corners of his mouth slowly raised, as if he had encountered something interesting.

Gur, on the other hand, did not notice anything strange about the "weird uncle" in front of him. He quickly tore open the outer layer of the chocolate and wolfed down the chocolate from a strange source. The sound of chewing spread far away, attracting a large number of monsters. look.

However, these ancient demons have not reduced their prices to the point of snatching snacks from children.

It wasn't until Gur finished eating the chocolate that he bowed slightly to No. 3, then moved his steps and disappeared into the distance in the blink of an eye.

"I didn't even say thank you, really..."

No. 3's smile didn't change, and he just complained slightly.

The little ancient demon who is less than one year old can have the third level of strength. What is revealed in this is not that simple.

But this had nothing to do with No. 3. He just put this issue behind him and walked into the concentration camp.

…

The underground warehouse that could barely accommodate 10,000 people squeezed in 5,000 people. Although the space was not crowded, the territory that each ancient demon could allocate was indeed limited.

An ancient demon, the space of a one-person tent, that's all.

No. 3 strolled through the small underground warehouse. After a moment, he found his tent. He got into the tent and simply threw his tattered luggage into the corner of the tent. Then he sat cross-legged and conveyed a spirit in his mind. fluctuation.

"No. 3 is in place, but I still want to ask, No. 1, what is the point of transferring me to this concentration camp?"

Soon, No. 1's response came back from a distant place.

"Just because you are boring, I asked you to find something to do. Help me keep an eye on Marquez, don't arouse his suspicion, and don't let anyone disturb Marquez's little hobby. The rest...at night I’ll ask Lei to send the things over, and you can invade Marquez’s soul core to see if he’s in the same condition as Lei.”

At the end, No. 1 gave a solemn warning.

"Don't kill them. Ray and Marquez are the only two successful experimental subjects left. If they are gone, the progress of cracking the human-demonic transformation technology will be so long that we will collapse." Degree."

"Okay, okay..."

Listening to No. 1's casual thoughts, No. 3 curled his lips and decisively hung up the mental link.

Number three is naturally Wen Yu's clone number three - someone who stays on the layered battlefield doing nothing.

In view of the specific identities of Lei and Marquez, on the one hand, Wen Yu placed a surveillance ban on Lei, but it was expected that Lei would not have any problems.

On the other hand, Marquez also needs a certain amount of monitoring - at least, Wen Yu needs to ensure that Marquez's little hobby will not cause too much noise or cause any trouble. Someone who knows the inside story sees through Marquez's little trick, and then kills first and then tells the story to clean up the rebellion.

Keeping Marquez was naturally an agreement made by Wen Yu and Lei in advance - there was no need to break the promise.

Wen Yu had the means to completely dissect Marquez inside and out without his knowledge. Coupled with the absoluteness of the two samples of Lei and Marquez, Wen Yu believed that it would be better to dissect Marquez. Tie back to the laboratory, it is better to let Marquez maintain the status quo. In this way, Marquez can be more "cooperative" to help Wenyu complete the analysis of the successful sample.

What this triggered was the dispatch of No. 3.

He took the initiative to transform into a third-level ancient demon, and successfully sneaked into the small concentration camp established by Marquez with the help of thunder.

With Wenyu's strength, it is absolutely impossible for anything to go wrong with such an action.

…

Wenyu No. 3 was extremely bored. After sitting in the tent for a while, he got out of the tent.

He wandered around the concentration camp aimlessly until dinner time, when he saw Ray and Marquez again.

The two of them stood in the most eye-catching position of the underground warehouse one after another. Then Marquez rummaged for the space ring.

In a moment, a large pile of food appeared in the open space in front of the two people.

"You can allocate the supplies for seven days among yourselves."

Marquez said nonchalantly, and then turned around to leave. However, Lei frowned slightly when he saw Marquez's indifferent behavior.

"Everyone, please stay here temporarily for a while. After the storm above calms down, we will find a way to place you together in a peaceful place without external risks."

"We still have to have hope..."

"Okay, why are you telling them so much?"

"Marquez, you saved them, this is your responsibility."

"Okay, okay...everyone, eat well and drink well..."

The whisper between the two almost made Wen Yu laugh. Looking at the impatient Marquez and the stern-faced Lei, he couldn't help but shake his head slightly.

Marquez, who seems to be "compassionate and righteous, gathering refugees", is actually just a "cold child" who lacks emotion. No matter in appearance or inwardly, this kind of person is cruel, willful, wanton and cannot be reused.

On the other hand, Lei, if he hadn't acted in front of Wen Yu, this guy would be a "good guy" in the general sense.

The state of the two of them is somewhat similar to that of Wen Yu and Tang Haofei in the past, and the strange bond between the two is naturally not something that can be explained clearly in a few sentences.

Just as Wen Yu was thinking about this question, a small hand gently touched Wen Yu's knee. Wen Yu slowly turned his head and saw the pitiful Gul between countless long legs.

"He didn't really want to help us, did he?"

Gul was sweating profusely because of the countless long legs. Seeing this, Wen Yu gently picked up Gul and whispered.

"It doesn't matter whether it's true or not. What matters is that he did it and he really helped us."

Don't ask about the original intention, just look at the result.

This is Wen Yu's argument for most things.

Gul curled his lips slightly, as if he was very dissatisfied with Wen Yu's answer. He struggled a little and broke free from Wen Yu's arms. Then his figure flashed a few times and disappeared.

Seeing this, Wen Yu just shrugged his shoulders and turned back to his tent.

Until the moonlight became thicker.

...

Snoring gradually rose in the dim underground warehouse, and the lights were dim.

Until a breeze blew past, along the tent where Wen Yu was, and directly into the tents of Lei and Marquez.

Then, subtle power fluctuations began to emerge, until Marquez's breathing inside was completely calmed down, and Wen Yu opened the tent and walked in.

"My lord."

Lei saw Wen Yu's figure, immediately got up from the bed and said to Wen Yu.