binnovel Chapter 188 Zombie Army
Chapter 188 Zombie Army
The doubts were resolved, and they both went home hand in hand with relieved smiles.
After dinner and a bath, it's basically time to go to bed. Mu Xin has been easily tired lately, so she fell asleep while Yan Shaohui was taking a bath. When Yan Shaohui came out, drying his hair, she was already sleeping soundly.
Yan Shaohui put the necklace on the table back on. The pure red color was like a flame, just like the love between him and Mu Xin, hot and bright.
He held the fire crystal core to his lips and kissed it, gently and caringly as if he was kissing his lover.
He wiped his hair until it was slightly dry, then lifted the quilt and lay down. He turned Mu Xin, who was sleeping soundly with her back to him, to face him. He bent his fingers and hooked out the jade pendant hidden in Mu Xin's pajamas. The bright green light bloomed in the palm of his hand, like a green lotus petal opening in the palm of his hand, elegant and refined.
He put the crystal core pendant on his neck and the jade pendant together. Both pendants were crescent-shaped, and when they were put together end to end, they actually formed a circle.
This seems to be saying that only when the two of them are together can they be complete and perfect.
"No matter what, I have to thank Ming Xiche. He is the one who sent you to me." Yan Shaohui hugged Mu Xin in his arms, his tone was gentle, but his eyes were cold, "But I want him to pay back a thousand times what he did to you."
"Go to sleep." Yan Shaohui made a lot of plans in his mind, then kissed Mu Xin's forehead, turned off the bedside lamp, and went to sleep with his clothes on.
The matter of the recovery potion has come to an end, and everything continues to proceed as planned. The number of zombies is not as large as before, but it is more difficult to deal with than before.
Therefore, every time Yan Shaohui and Mu Xin were on a mission in the legion, they would warn everyone in the legion not to take it lightly at any time.
In Dr. Yan's laboratory, Press was squatting at the door of the laboratory with a gloomy face and his head down, wondering what he was thinking about.
Yan Shaohui brought a few soldiers with him. The soldiers were carrying two zombies that were tied up tightly and were about to send them to Dr. Yan's laboratory. As a result, they saw a large pile of zombies at the door, blocking the door.
"Press? Why were you kicked out by Dr. Yan?" Yan Shaohui asked with a smile.
"Master, he... is angry, very." Even though Press was curled up into a ball, he was still taller than Yan Shaohui. He could only crane his neck to look at Press.
"Why are you angry?" Dr. Yan raised his eyebrows.
"Well, a living being...if he wants to run, I will break his legs." Press raised his head and said with a pursed mouth.
"Is it B12 (Shen Wen)?"
"Yeah!" Press nodded wildly.
"You didn't beat him to death, did you?" Press's strength was so unstoppable that Shen Wen looked so weak that he would definitely not be able to withstand it.
"No, as soon as I started, the master...just appeared."
"And you were driven here?" Yan Shaohui didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Why was Yan Su so willful? Press was doing this for the good of his master, but he ended up bullying this stupid big guy.
"Ah."
Yan Shaohui rolled his eyes and said, "How about this, I have something to talk to your master about, so don't block the door and prevent us from entering. I'll talk to Dr. Yan for you, how about that?"
Although Press has been trained to speak very well by Dr. Yan, he is still a little stupid. He only listens to his master and never listens to others.
So he remained as still as a mountain, standing in front of Yan Shaohui and the others, without moving an inch.
Yan Shaohui smiled bitterly. He had tried every possible means, including threats and inducements, but it was like talking to a deaf person. It was useless.
Finally, Yan Shaohui had no choice but to start calling Dr. Yan.
After the call was connected, Yan Shaohui immediately said in a hurry: "We are now blocked at the door of the laboratory and cannot enter. Do you want the zombie test subject or not? If not, we will just shoot him in the head!"
After saying that, Yan Shaohui hung up the phone.
Two minutes later, there was a knock on the door behind Press. Then came Dr. Yan's exasperated voice: "Press! Don't block the door like a rock! Get out of here!"
Press's ears moved, and then he said "hmm" slowly, brushed off the dust on his legs and stood up. Yan Shaohui felt the ground was shaking.
Finally, the door of the laboratory was opened, and inside was Dr. Yan, who was panting, with his hands on his waist and his face flushed.
"You, you, you, I don't even bother to say anything to you! How could I have created such a stupid cow like you!"
Yan Shaohui was too lazy to care about Dr. Yan's own affairs. He hugged his chest and said to Dr. Yan: "Can you take a look at your zombie first?"
Dr. Yan glared at Yan Shaohui, then hurriedly looked at the two zombies that were tied up like mummies. After confirming that they were alive, he asked Yan Shaohui to take them into the laboratory.
Dr. Yan wanted to go back, and Press wanted to follow too, covered in dust, but was scolded by Dr. Yan. He could only squat at the door of the laboratory, oh no, this time at the corner of the laboratory, to act as a gatekeeper.
"Just lock them up in the jars." After Dr. Yan had the soldiers throw the zombies into two two-meter-deep tempered glass jars used by the Air Force, he saw Yan Shaohui idly flipping through his experimental records.
"How are you doing on the experiment I asked you to do?" Yan Shaohui asked after closing the experiment record book.
"Are you talking about the testing of the skin on the back of the zombies' necks?" Dr. Yan wiped his hands and replied casually.
"Ah."
Dr. Yan spread a lab report in front of Yan Shaohui and said, "Take a look for yourself."
Yan Shaohui opened the experimental report, which contained more than a dozen pictures, all of which were photos he had taken when he cut off the skin with a red flame mark from the back of the zombie's neck.
"These are like tattoos, drawn on the zombies' skin using a very special drug. Once drawn on the skin, they can never be washed off."
Yan Shaohui flipped back and found that what was written there was no different from what Dr. Yan said.
"At first I was just skeptical, because this potion was once developed by my teacher, but that potion can only turn black when applied to the skin. I have never seen a red potion." Dr. Yan leaned on the table and sneered, "But I smelled the same odor on those marks, even more pungent. It is obvious that the person improved the potion made by the teacher and turned it red."
"In the whole world, the only person who is from the same school as you and whose ability is not inferior to yours is Xiahou Yunjie." Yan Shaohui narrowed his eyes. Besides the man in front of him, the only one who could make the improved potion was Xiahou Yunjie.
"But why would he do this on the zombie's neck?" Xiahou Yunjie's leader is Ming Xiche. Xiahou Yunjie definitely didn't do this out of boredom, so there is only one explanation.
...It was Ming Xiche who instructed Xiahou Yunjie to do this. So, what was Ming Xiche's purpose in doing this?
Dr. Yan sighed, "I found microchips under the skin specimens you gave me. This kind of microchip will automatically disintegrate and destroy as long as the life activity of the living organism stops."
"You mean... these chips are used to control the actions of zombies?" Yan Shaohui raised his eyebrows.
"If my guess is correct, that should be it."
"Didn't you say before that every zombie you killed had this mark on the back of their neck? Then most likely they all have these microchips."
"If they produce such controllable zombies in large quantities, they will have an army of zombies. Just imagine how terrible this would be." Dr. Yan couldn't help but shudder.
"Is Ming Xiche's ambition so big?" Yan Shaohui thought to himself, did he misjudge him? He actually let Ming Xiche grow to this level by himself?