Level 1 proficiency in movement.

Wen Liang let go of Yan Bei's hand and started walking around without making any sound.

Wen Liang looked at the number of the cage and the number of the cabinet containing formalin, and calculated it secretly.

There are 72 experimental subjects in this room alone.

Most of those who died were demon cultivators.

Soaked in formalin.

It swelled and turned white.

The remaining human cultivators and demon cultivators were covered in scars. There were even a few human cultivators who looked like they had just come off the operating table. They still had incisions on their bodies and were rolling on the ground in pain. Vigorous exercise would only re-open the wounds that had not healed.

tear.

An untuned "ho-ho" sound came from his throat.

Every sound is hoarse than the last.

Wen Liang watched with cold eyes.

He remembered what he looked like at that time, as if he recalled it from a third-person perspective, looking at himself in pain and trembling all over, unable to speak, spasming and twitching unconsciously.

It's also very magical.

Wen Liang followed Yan Bei's example and started groping along the cracks in the wall.

Then I didn't know what I pressed, and then a door suddenly appeared in front of me.

Wen Liang: "..." He may have felt Yan Bei's mood.

Is this the joy of discovering a mysterious passage accidentally?

There are no surprises, only shocks.

Because as soon as Wen Liang opened the door, he met Zhang Chu's eyes when he came to ask.

Wen Liang: “………………”

Zhang Chu: “????”

Zhang Chu: “!!!!”

Zhang Chu: "Here comes someone!!!"

Wen Liang smeared it in his mouth and felt that his hands were dirty.

Zhang Chu was awakened by this slap.

He took out the gun directly without any fear or covering his face: "Hey, Senior Wen, have you seen this gun?"

Zhang Chu wiped the muzzle of the gun with one hand, and the muzzle had a faint green sheen.

"The recently developed z25, even if you are at the Nascent Soul stage, may not be able to withstand this bullet."

Wen Liang thought to himself that I am a demon cultivator.

He is just a demon cultivator who has great cultivation but weak immunity and needs injections for colds and fevers.

As soon as Yan Bei contacted the responsible person at the base, he discovered that Wen Liang was missing.

Yan Bei: "..." Such a lousy kid.

It's so damn infuriating.

He did not shout loudly, but directly sensed the piece of his body that was made into a ring. The reverse scale ring that Wen Liang put on was most effective at this time.

Wen Liang rubbed his eyebrows.

Just this, this.

That's it?

That's it.

Zhang Chu's performance told him that this was it.

It's just a gun that's loaded or unloaded, and Zhang Chu is beautiful and fragrant all by himself.

Bibi Lailai, his ears started to get calluses after hearing the same words.

Wen Liang arranged her clothes by herself, not realizing that she was testing on the verge of danger.

Crazy temptation.

Yan Bei found him, and on the way there decided not to bring Wen Liang out anymore.

Otherwise, it would be too much to have a fright every day.

Tied up in the room.

Four people in white coats came behind Zhang Chu.

The four men in white coats had no sense of crisis at all.

"Is this also our new experimental subject?!" A man in a white coat stretched out his plastic-gloved hand to touch Wen Liang's face, with mottled blood still sticking to it.

Disgusting to death.

Wen Liang took a few steps back and saw the four people wearing white coats and masks with fascinated eyes.

"...Ha, what a perfect experimental subject..."
Chapter completed!