Chapter 323: Devouring Souls
"Why was I so rude just now? I even dirty my hands by hitting such an inferior person." Zhao Zhisheng, who was holding the steering wheel, suddenly found that he was a little excited just now, and he even personally argued with an ordinary person.
Although he felt that he was a little inappropriate just now, he quickly put it behind his mind. It was not a big deal to hit someone, and he turned to tease the beautiful woman sitting in the passenger seat.
Feng Buhui is a genius, both he and the neighbors around him think so.
He has been very interested in everything around him since he was a child, and often asked some strange questions. At first, his mother could answer them, but soon she found that she might not be able to answer her son's questions.
His family was not well-off, and there was no way to spend a lot of money to buy books to satisfy Feng Buhui's curiosity, so she applied for a city library card for the eight-year-old Feng Buhui and let him find the answer himself.
In the following time, except for eating, sleeping and going to school, he spent all his time in the library. Compared with the boring play between children, he preferred reading.
Relying on his IQ far exceeding that of his peers, Feng Buhui kept skipping grades in school because the courses were too simple for him. At the age of fourteen, Feng Buhui was recommended to Tianqing University, the new highest institution of learning in the Huaya Federation.
In six years, he obtained a doctorate in bioengineering. This year, he was twenty years old.
Although he had no awakening ability and was still an ordinary person, such a genius also naturally entered the Spiritual Qi Research Institute, the largest research institute in Huaya.
But here, he found that things were a little different.
This bloated institution was full of power struggles, and the three major factions in Huaya regarded it as a battlefield.
The Spiritual Qi Research Institute, which has trillions of funds every year, only has less than 10% of it actually implemented. The rest is either used by various academic bureaucrats for communication or turned into a pile of spiritual materials for strengthening themselves.
The results of the diligent grassroots researchers are often plagiarized by their superiors and used as materials for them to apply for more funds.
At first, there were many successful and selfless old professors who adhered to their principles and became a clear stream in the academic world.
But then everything changed. Few people could resist the temptation to return to their youth, especially for a group of trembling old people.
The young Feng Buhui was very disappointed with such an institution, but he had no power to change it, so he could only choose to escape.
So he wrote an application to return to the branch of the Reiki Research Institute in his hometown, Tianning City, to continue his research in this quiet town.
Originally, he could choose the United States, where biotechnology is most developed, but after the color revolution several years ago, the United States had forcibly expelled all non-white residents, leaving him helpless.
The salary of the branch is actually not low. A monthly salary of nearly 20,000 yuan is definitely considered a middle-class income in Tianning, where consumption is not high.
It's just that the funding of this small branch is quite tight. Many times when he wants to do some experiments, he can only squeeze out part of his salary to buy materials, but Feng Buhui has never mentioned it to anyone, and has been doing his research silently.
It is precisely because of this that his girlfriend has always thought that he only has a salary of a few thousand yuan and that there is no future with him. As proud as he was, he didn't want to explain too much.
After wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Feng Buhui slowly got up from the ground. Although Zhao Zhisheng's punch seemed to have amazing effect, the actual damage was not serious.
Zhao Zhisheng had heard from his father that only a certain big man who was now arrogant had done and successfully covered up killing people in public. If he really beat the other person to death in public, it would be a big trouble after being exposed, so he didn't use much strength.
"Why do we need spiritual energy to disrupt everything?" Feng Buhui walked on the road, talking to himself with his eyes blank.
He had asked himself this question many times. The emergence of spiritual energy completely changed the biological science in the past ten years. As a cutting-edge researcher in related fields, Feng Buhui was also a little at a loss.
And half a month ago, he, who had been studying genetic engineering for nearly three years, accidentally synthesized an unknown existence called Soul Devourer.
At first, he just wanted to use his knowledge to synthesize a genetic weapon-like virus to obtain the 5 billion bounty.
One of the highest bounty tasks on the contribution point system is to provide a method to effectively kill the sea creatures in a targeted manner, with a bonus of 50 million contribution points. Feng Buhui's idea is to use genetic weapons to deal with them.
Although biodiversity is important, the existence of humans is obviously more important. These intelligent sea creatures that can threaten human survival should not exist in this world. After all, humans should be the masters of everything.
In a sense, he succeeded. The degree of spiritualization of mutant creatures infected by the Soul Devourer will continue to decrease until they are finally decomposed alive by the Soul Devourer.
It is somewhat different from the traditional definition of genetic viruses. The Soul Devourer needs to specify an original body, and then the higher the genetic similarity with the original body, the easier it is to be infected.
But strangely, it only works on creatures that have evolved in spiritual energy. As an ordinary person, Feng Buhui is not affected by this thing at all.
"This distorted world should be restored to its original state."
Feng Buhui, who was hit hard by what happened just now, decided to give up the possible 5 billion bonus and use the soul-devouring spirit in his hand to return the world to the way it should be.
So he spent two days tracking Zhao Zhisheng, collecting his genetic samples, and then used him as the original body of the Devourer to prepare his revenge plan.
On this day, Zhao Zhisheng and Feng Buhui's ex-girlfriend were eating in a restaurant. At this moment, Feng Buhui, still dressed in white, walked over with a bag of strange things in his hand.
"What's the matter, do you want to be beaten again?" Zhao Zhisheng looked at Feng Buhui's dead eyes and felt a little uncomfortable, so he got ready to drive away this person who disturbed his meal.
"No, I'm sending you on your way." Before he finished speaking, he dumped a whole bag of things on Zhao Zhisheng.
"Seeking death!" Zhao Zhisheng felt that he was magnanimous for not punching the opponent immediately, but he did not expect that the opponent would play such a prank to play on him.
But a second later, the power that quickly dissipated in his body told him that this was not a prank. Soon he no longer had the strength to stand, and could only lie limply on the ground, watching himself slowly decompose.
Many people were startled by the sudden change. Among them, the quickest reaction was a young man holding a mobile phone. He quickly picked up the mobile phone, opened the app habitually, and turned the camera towards Zhao Zhisheng.
"Hello, fellow veterans, I am Li Hanxian, the anchor of your 'Watch Fresh Every Day'. In the restaurant where I am eating, a murder just happened. The murderer also sprinkled something similar to corpse powder on the other person's body. The scene was Very shocking!”