There was a look of expectation in Guimou's eyes, but he was cautious and did not immediately walk to the iron box. Instead, he said to the machine guard: "Open it."
The two machine guards obeyed obediently. When the iron box was opened, they saw gray liquid tumbling up and down. The liquid kept surging, and suddenly turned into clear and distinct solid particles, densely attached to the iron box.
The inside of the box.
The fingers of a machine guard were still on the lid of the iron box. The particles suddenly seemed to have life force, climbing straight up his arm. After a few seconds, they turned into flowing liquid, sucking him
His entire arm was wrapped. The liquid was constantly surging, but it would not drip to the ground.
However, the guard was just a lifeless robot, and the mutagen had no effect on him at all.
Guimu looked at the young man beside him and suddenly asked quietly: "Aren't you curious about what this thing can make you become?"
The young man said nervously: "I don't have that kind of luck. Whether it's with the help of your medicine or with the help of it, a person with my qualifications cannot be the chosen one."
He looked at the constantly changing mutagen, not without a trace of desire in his heart. However, he was afraid that he would not be able to become a superpower and would have to pay a heavy price. This mutagen has not been purified, and its properties are unstable and very unstable.
It may turn people into ugly monsters or even kill them.
The companions who accompanied him to search for this substance were attacked when they tried to take it away. One turned into a scaly monster that could not speak; the other unfortunately died after his whole body swelled.
This young man did not want to make the same mistake as his companions, risking his life just for the slightest hope of becoming a strong man.
Guimu looked at his appearance and laughed scornfully. "Why are you so timid? Come on, take a look at it up close. It's an incredible treasure."
The young man looked embarrassed, but he didn't dare to go against the ghost's intention. He took out a pair of special gloves from his pocket and put them on carefully. This time, except for his neck and head, there was nothing
The part is exposed to the outside.
He walked carefully to the iron box, but always kept a distance from it.
Guimu glanced at him and said faintly: "Whether a person is blessed or not, sometimes you need to try to know." He suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed the young man's back, trying to press his head into the iron
In the box.
The young man dodged quickly, but some liquid still touched his face. The gray liquid instantly turned into hard particles, densely covering his left cheek. The particles continued to penetrate deeper, as if they wanted to sink into his face.
Skin and flesh.
He scratched his face in pain and said in a trembling voice: "Mr. Guimu, what are you doing?"
Guimu let out a strange smile and said: "You are so smart and capable, I really want to see if you are the one I want to find. What are you two doing in a daze?"
The two machine guards quickly pressed the young man's head into the iron box. The surging gray liquid instantly enveloped his head.
The young man felt a sting on his face. He kept struggling and struggled to raise his head. But it was too late. The liquid flowed down his head and neck, and it flowed down instantly.
It entered his collar and flowed to his back.
After a few seconds, those liquids turned into hard solid particles and sank deeply into the man's flesh. The moment his blood flowed out, those particles turned into flowing liquids again and merged with him.
His blood and water blended together.
Those liquids covered his whole body, and not a drop fell on the ground. They were thick and sticky, constantly churning, and tightly wrapped the young man's mouth and nose.
The man suddenly felt difficulty breathing, and his face gradually became distorted. He kept scratching his painful skin, and more and more blood poured out along his wounds.
"Save me, Mr. Ghost Eyes..." Before he could speak clearly, the gray liquid poured into his mouth. His mouth swelled instantly, and his bloodshot eyes also bulged.
He stretched out his hand in the direction of Guimu, wanting to ask for help. However, Guimu cautiously took a few steps back, fearing that he and the mutagenic substance would hurt him.
After a moment, the poor young man suddenly fell to the ground. The liquids surrounding him turned into granular substances again. They fell to the ground one after another, sinking deeper into the floor little by little, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Already.
The young man was covered in small wounds, but the blood had dried up at some point. His eyes were still wide open, and there was still a look of despair on his twisted face, but he was no longer breathing.
Guimu looked at the mutagen remaining in the iron box and sighed quietly. "What a pity. It seems you are right. You are really an unlucky person."
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Clone No. 21 was in a dark and cold dungeon, with his legs and hands bound by strong iron ropes. His torn clothes were stained with blood, and his face was covered with blood, but there was no wound on his body. He lowered his head
He lowered his head and remained motionless.
Vaguely, he dreamed of the scene a few years ago. He saw two teenagers standing next to him practicing shooting. They were in an extremely simple environment, and they could only focus on eating, drinking, sleeping and eating here.
In a house of more than 20 square meters.
There were several locks on the door not far from them, which would not be easily opened at ordinary times. Even the food was delivered from behind the narrow baffle below.
"No. 21, why are you in a daze again? The teacher will come over soon to check. Be careful if you fail today's assessment, you will have to be whipped again." One of the teenagers looked at the dull-looking No. 21 and couldn't help but remind him.
.The iron ring on his wrist is marked with the number "19".
"Don't worry about others. Look at you, the three bullets only hit 23 rings in total. I guess you will be punished with this idiot soon." The boy with the number 20 on the other bracelet said scornfully
He said. He raised his pistol and pulled the trigger neatly, hitting the ten rings easily.
These two teenagers looked exactly the same as No. 21, and were about the same height. No. 21 once thought they were triplets. But when he finally walked out of the simple room, he realized that he and the other two teenagers were no more than
They are just clones created by Ghost Eyes.
In the other rooms, which are as regular as cubes of tofu, there are clones of different ages hidden. They are born without freedom, they are just substitutes who can die for the ghost at any time.