Chapter 510 Disaster

Looking at the scene in front of him, Zhou Bai sighed in his heart: "Human experimentation? The Department of Plague is just as I thought, it has no bottom line."

In his mind, he suddenly recalled the process of Yan Tianjun of the Ministry of Plague using human life to create distortion weapons.

"Since you have no bottom line, then I don't have to pay attention to any morals when I deal with you."

...

Yan Shan witnessed the whole accident from beginning to end.

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

That was the similar feeling he had when he was attacked by Gu Letian before.

Before the brain really reacted, the fear had already struck, making him try his best to avoid the flashing words in the air.

Then, under his surprised eyes, the cultivator of the fifth realm burst out his primordial power fiercely, he closed the formation, and the name he chanted made Yan Shan feel chills in his heart.

"My name is Gu Letian. Who is calling me?"

Yan Shan looked at this scene with a look of fear: 'Gu Letian...has come? He really came? '

The layers of magic circles were directly closed, and the evil breath swept across the audience. Along with the distorted text across the air, one monk after another stood motionless in place, as if their soul had been taken away.

Under Yan Shan's fearful eyes, the top of the entire laboratory was torn open, and a dark, twisted mass slowly fell from the sky.

The pitch-black substance was constantly twisting and undulating, as if a human head was struggling in it, trying to get out.

'Is that what Gu Letian summoned? '

'What the hell have we done! Why take the initiative to motivate him? ! '

Yan Shan looked at the mass of pitch-black matter with horror on his face.

The next moment, there was a roar, and Yan Shan saw that the real Wendu who was standing beside him had already stepped forward.

"It's Daoist Plague! He's a monk in the eighth realm, maybe he can..."

Immortal Wendu had just taken a step, but his whole body had already froze in place, and a look of confusion gradually flashed in his eyes.

An evil voice came from the darkness.

"Mortals should not look directly at the way of heaven."

gluttony deprivation...

Greed and deprivation...

Deprivation of power...

For food, life, power, wealth, men and women... All kinds of desires have been stripped from the real person of plague.

He covered his head, roared in pain, and looked at Yan Shan with despair in the next moment.

What a desperate look, Yan Shan couldn't see the slightest nostalgia for life from it, it seemed that everything in the world had no meaning to the other party.

It was hard for Yan Shan to imagine what the other party had experienced at this moment to show such despair.

Is this really the real person who can treat civilians as ants and use humans for experiments without any scruple? Is it that hard-hearted, cruel and ruthless real plague?

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

Immediately afterwards, boundless black slime gushed out of the pitch black mass, like a black wave, and engulfed the entire laboratory.

Palms made of black mud stretched out from the waves, grabbing towards the soulless monks.

Yan Shan looked at the small black hands grabbing his body, he wanted to resist, but he felt whispers in the air, making his body unable to lift up his strength.

In the distance, some monks from the Ministry of Plague began to commit suicide, while others frantically attacked others.

A trace of despair flashed in Yan Shan's eyes, and the next moment his eyes were completely engulfed by darkness.

At the same time, loud sirens sounded in the entire special management area, and a large number of staff members retreated to the outside. Occasionally, a few monks went against the current and rushed towards the direction of the laboratory.

Meng Ruocun, who was waiting in the office area, looked at all this blankly, completely confused about what happened.

She stopped a fleeing staff member and asked loudly, "What's going on?"

"The distortion in the laboratory has exploded!" The staff panicked: "Run away!"

"Twisted explosion?" Meng Ruocun walked to the window in some confusion, and looked in the direction of the laboratory.

He saw that the supposedly solid laboratory was collapsing, and large swaths of black mud spewed out from the gaps in it.

More and more monks gathered around, using Taoism to stop the spread of the black mud

...

"...In the end, you were wrapped in black mud and passed out. The above is everything you experienced in this accident. Is there anything else you want to add?"

Yan Shan was lying on the hospital bed, and sitting in front of him were two staff members of the Ministry of Plague.

Yan Shan looked at them and shook his head slightly: "No more."

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

"I'm sorry, but the accident is still under investigation, so we can't disclose it yet."

Seeing the backs of the two leaving, Yan Shan turned his head away, images of the laboratory kept flashing in his mind, feeling a kind of fear and exhaustion from the bottom of his heart.

"Can we really catch Gu Letian?"

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

At this moment, Yan Shan couldn't help feeling an impulse to give up revenge and return to Central City.

Whether he is kept in captivity or looked down upon, he will live the rest of his life peacefully in Central City, never to explore Gu Lotian, those twisted, crazy, and evil existences, he never wants to touch them again up.

After a while, there was a knock on the door, and it was Meng Ruocun who walked in: "Yan Shan, are you okay?"

...

In the ruins of the laboratory on the other side, a large number of people are sorting out the wreckage, constantly digging out various equipment, relics and the like.

Suddenly, one of them shouted: "Shadow Sealing Talisman! I found the Shadow Sealing Talisman!"

Not long after, the Shadow Sealing Talisman was sent to a conference table, and as the pictures were played, the monks present at the Plague Department exclaimed from time to time.

After reading it, there was a long silence, and someone said, "Is this... Gu Letian?"

"Obviously, there was an accident in the experiment of Daoist Plague Du and their experiments. During the process of reading that book, they attracted the possession of evil beings."

"More than 30 monks from the Ministry of Plague committed suicide. More than 20 people attacked each other and became disabled. The rest of the remains are still being excavated."

"There are still a large number of supplies, instruments, and magic weapons that disappeared with the burst of Guihai Heisha."

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

"Where's Qiu Xingze?"

"Unconscious."

"Where are the books?"

"It's gone."

"Where's Zhou Bai? Is he the one who took out the book?"

"We found him in a massage parlor when it happened.'

"..."

"Report the situation to Luo Tianjun, the matter is no longer up to us."

...

Zhou Bai stared at Christina in front of him and said, "Where the hell are you going...go to that kind of shop? I've ruined my reputation for you!"

Christina lowered her head and sighed, "Oh, who knew that you humans are so obscene... They clearly told me that they are just ordinary massagers."

Zhou Bai: "You give me a good massage, what kind of massage!!"

Christina said unconvinced: "Stupid human, you don't understand how comfortable it is to press your back."