The lights flickered endlessly above the head, the tinnitus roared like thunder, the limbs were exhausted, and the tingling pain rushed to the brain like a tide.
I am still alive.
Li Ang lowered his head and glanced at his chest. The skin on his chest had been completely annihilated by the light ball of the glow crossbow.
The manubrium and body of the sternum disappeared, and eighteen of the twenty-four ribs were broken.
What's even more terrifying is that most of the lungs hidden under the ribs have been charred and carbonized.
Connected to the heart, steaming hot.
With such an injury, an ordinary person would have died seven or eight times long ago. Even if he didn't die, he would still be in pain until he fainted.
For someone like Li Ang, who has been parasitized by Mo Si for a long time, it is difficult to figure out how much of a human existence he is and still be conscious.
"Ahem——"
Li Ang coughed, and what he spurted out was not blood, but black powder.
Without any precautions, I received such a shot from the glow crossbow at close range,
Mo Si, who was restless just now because she had eaten a large amount of fine gold, and tried to usurp control of her body, was also having a hard time.
The silk structure that was originally densely covered in Li Ang's chest and abdominal cavity like a spider web was dismantled and shredded, and was forced to shrink back to the spine.
Like a wounded snake, it returns to its nest to rest.
No more signs of restlessness.
It’s really a lose-lose situation.
Li Ang curled his lips with difficulty, smiled helplessly, and used his mind power to lift himself up, forming a mind power barrier on his chest to prevent dust from floating in and blood from flowing out.
Trying to release spiritual power.
Buzz——
A strand of ink-colored silk thread protruded from the spine and penetrated into the severely damaged lungs, starting to replace the heart and lungs.
By the second ray, the third ray.
Li Ang breathed a long sigh of relief and accidentally coughed up a large amount of black powder due to injury, but his eyes were calmer than ever before.
Countless threads protruding from the spine repaired the injuries all over his body lightly and flexibly.
There is still enough energy left to separate out a few more strands of thread, pick up the broken masonry and glass fragments on the ground, and repair the messy laboratory.
Li Ang hung in mid-air, quietly watching the scene in front of him.
I succeeded.
Again.
Through a method of near-self-mutilation and self-destruction, both himself and Mosi were damaged at the same time in order to suppress the alien beings trying to usurp the body.
And afterwards, he used ink to repair the injury.
It worked before during the Chinese Valentine's Day mutation, and it works equally well this time.
The sea of qi is still surging, and the spiritual veins are still carrying spiritual power, even running more smoothly than before.
But the price...
Li Ang raised his palm, and black threads appeared and disappeared in his palm, swimming through and through like a terrifying parasite.
More than just palms,
The heart, lungs, and even the arteries and veins of the head, neck, shoulders, and armpits are all penetrated into the ink.
Li Ang could feel countless threads running through his body, eroding his human part bit by bit.
Previously in Chang'an, in order to suppress Mo Si, I flew to the Gangfeng layer once. As a result, I suppressed Mo Si, but also allowed the opponent to erode into the abdominal cavity.
But this time, it has reached the chest.
If you try it again, I’m afraid it’ll be a headache.
If your brain is also corroded and replaced by moth, then you are still yourself?
Li Ang silently stared at his palm until the silk threads in his palm stopped undulating and merged with the blood vessels.
Then he clenched his fist fiercely, released his telekinesis, and let himself fall back to the floor of the laboratory.
No matter what the future holds, at this moment, he still takes the lead with Mo Si, commanding and controlling all the threads, and more thoroughly than before.
This also means...
Li Ang closed his eyes and saw every ink clone he had stored all over the world at the same time.
The total is... thirteen yuan.
Let’s get started.
He waved his palms, and each of the ink clones burrowed deep into the ground, absorbing iron, copper, silver and other common iron in the soil.
Its size also continued to expand, turning into the shape of an octopus, digging and drilling freely deep underground.
Each of the Mosi clones dug out a rectangular underground cave.
And under the control of Li Ang's will, ordinary iron was reshaped into various shapes in the cave.
Experimental tables, experimental stands, and even more sophisticated microscopes, oscillators, etc.
This is the new ability gained after the evolution of Mo Si's body. Each share of Mo Si's clone can absorb about a hundred times the amount of mortal iron and transform it into the physical form it wants.
Similar to... 3D printers, material guns and the like.
The thirteen Mo Si clones are thirteen laboratories and drug factories.
Li Ang closed his eyes and used all his concentration to control the Mosi clone to build the underground factory.
Soon, the workshop was completed and all equipment was in place. Li Ang even asked Mo Si to drill to the nearest underground river, and built hydroelectric power stations in the underground river to provide power and lighting for the workshop.
The next step is to look for mycelium.
Li Ang took a deep breath, channeled more of his mind, and forced the Mosi clones scattered in the outside world to split one by one.
The thirteen pieces of ink hanging alone, like primitive cells, split apart with difficulty, pulling out countless disconnected silk threads from the middle, and gradually separated with great reluctance.
It became twenty-six yuan.
Come again!
Cold sweat broke out on Li Ang's forehead, and his newly repaired heart was beating violently. He almost forced his mind to continue to divide.
Shashasha——
The twenty-six pieces of ink silk clones continued to split and became fifty-two.
Every step is connected to Li Ang's mind without any hindrance.
So much so that fifty-two new perspectives other than his own main perspective instantly appeared in his mind.
Just like...a fly with compound eyes.
This idea popped up almost instantly,
Li Ang smacked his lips, no, I'm afraid it's weirder than a fly.
At least the scenes seen by the fly's compound eyes overlap and repeat, but these new perspectives of mine are all different.
"Fortunately, I chose the path of studying the teacher, and I have long been accustomed to multi-tasking. I am used to dividing my mind to do other things, otherwise I would probably go crazy now..."
Li Ang thought silently, slowly exhaled a breath, raised his hands, each finger seemed to be hooked on some non-existent thread, and pulled hard.
At the same moment, fifty-two Mosi clones began to act.
Like a slime mold, it spreads as hard as it can deep underground, drilling all the way up along the walls of the laboratory and toward the surface, looking for traces of Streptomyces.