Chapter 226

Half of the face rose abruptly from the cave, and the temperature around it began to drop rapidly.

Zhou Ze took a breath of cool air subconsciously, which made him most worried about the situation.

In fact, Zhou Ze thought before that, since he is Zhou Ze now, regardless of the soul and memory, it proves at least 80 years ago to now that he was originally locked in the Research Institute and used as a research object by the Japanese, otherwise he will not appear.

Does that mean that the body may not be here?

However, Zhou Ze is still mistaken. The body is still there, and special changes have taken place.

Before Tang poetry said that there was a demon here, Zhou Ze didn't feel it at all.

However,

the name of man's shadow tree, Zhou Ze was still a little nervous in the face of him when he saw the scene of his broken body killing in his dream and saw his own uncontrollable madness.

"Hum!"

A ripple rippled away,

the only one eye left on that half of the face was opened, and there was still a familiar hole in the eyes. It seemed that there was no such thing as an eye bead at all. But at the next moment, a bunch of straw rhizome like things came out of the eye bead and gradually extended out, even completed the lost half of the face contour on the right, making this face It seems to be "perfect", but in fact it seems to be more weird and incongruous.

"Bang!"

A white hand poked out from the edge, buckled the ground, and its body began to climb up slowly.

It's very slow and seems to be a little slow. It's like a doll, controlled by an apprentice with very rough skills. Moreover, it seems that he's hard.

But that kind of aura is like something born with it, even if its body is broken, even if the original soul in its body doesn't know what happened to Zhou Ze at last.

"Pa!"

He crawled out of the cave, but in an instant, his body began to retreat uncontrollably, as if some invisible force was suppressing him.

A string of sparks began to appear on the ground, enough to show the intensity of friction.

"Roar!"

He opened his mouth. Only half of his mouth opened in a very exaggerated and frightening way. The other half of the grass stem woven face collapsed and scattered. He was making a silent roar, obviously angry at this situation.

"Putong..."

Zhou Ze and Tang Shi didn't do anything at all. They watched the remnant, who had just climbed out with difficulty, kneel down on the ground, and then be dragged into the cave by force.

The whole picture and process look funny. It's like an actor just came to the stage and ended without speaking.

However, this situation also let Zhou Ze and other people's pressure suddenly dissipate a lot, and the accumulated dignified mind has also been eliminated a lot.

"Boss, this is you before?"

Lao Dao asked Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze nodded.

"It seems that there is something wrong with the body. It's really grass growing on the head."

Zhou Ze was too lazy to talk to him, but he was addicted to his own words. He continued:

"boss, I feel that you are really lucky. Your grave is always stolen. First, the body of the last life was beaten to death and eaten as black sesame paste.

Then the body was planted as a basin. Tut, boss, I'm going to show you the tomb. Next time you're going to die, go to me and I'll choose a safe one for you... "

The more Lao Dao said, the more excited he was, but when he saw Zhou Ze's eyes, his voice slowly dropped again.

"Go to the front and see what's underneath." Zhou Ze said to Lao Dao.

"Well?"

Lao Dao was shocked.

In the trough,

I'm a soy sauce maker. I'm responsible for licking the bag and shouting 6666.

do you want me to look ahead?

The old Taoist looked at Tang Shi, hoping that Miss Tang would deny the boss's obvious order of revenge.

But I didn't expect that Tang poetry nodded directly, and added: "it's OK."

“…………” Lao Dao.

I can't help it. I have to go ahead slowly.

"Don't worry too much. Just now it's obviously restricted here. So in the past 80 years, it's obviously changed. It's even occupied by something, but still can't leave here.

And your boss and I are ghosts. You are living people, and will not stimulate the following things that may exist. "

Tang poetry explained to Lao Dao at the back.

Hearing this, the Taoist priest felt more secure. After he got close to him, he flashed a flashlight down and then extended his head to catch a quick glance."Boss, it's like a well down there. There's still water." The old way said.

Zhou Ze and Tang Shi are close to the past. As expected, there is not a cave but a well below.

"What do you do next? Who knows how your soul went out?" Tang Shi crouches beside him and arranges his hair helplessly. "Or, let's leave, wait for the expert group to come down tomorrow, and let them find a way to bomb him when they find out here. Anyway, he can't escape."

"You think it will blow him up?" "If they find this body," Zhou asked

"Well?"

"A body that can move when it dies clearly has no boundaries and no consciousness. They will certainly take it back as the research object."

"That's not good. You can make your own contribution to modern medicine." Tang poetry has a indifferent appearance.

"You are very beautiful." Zhou Ze said.

"Thank you."

"But now do you know how many young men have no place to vent because they don't have the money or the opportunity to accumulate physiological needs every day? Why don't you help them?"

In the eyes of Tang poetry, the purple light was fleeting. Obviously, she was angry.

She remembers that Zhou Ze was not like this before. Indeed,

people will change.

Especially when you find that your strength is no longer necessary to bow to the people in front of you, this is human nature, and the most unaccustomed one is often the one who used to stand on the high side.

"Hello hello, two, stop quarreling, stop quarreling, the water below is beginning to boil."

Lao Dao pointed to the following and said that he knew Tang Shi's character and his boss's anger after his body was stolen. Now that he found that his body had another problem, it must be unacceptable.

The water in the wellhead begins to "gurgle" and boil, and then the water surface rises rapidly, just like the underground spring.

For a time,

the water level had not even passed the cave, and began to diffuse around. The rhythm and speed were more terrifying than the explosion of the fire hydrant.

A mouse was washed up again, followed by a lot of things like grass, stems and branches.

The water gushed faster and faster, and even heard something cry below, and the water speed increased several times.

For a while, the water level in the research institute has reached the waist position.

Tang poetry subconsciously retreated to make the water flow around her far away from her, but at the next moment, a hand suddenly grabbed her ankle under the water.

"Whoosh!"

Two pieces of glass cut into the water in an instant, but only to see the water surging below, and the whole person of Tang poetry was caught and turned into the water.

After entering the water, Tang Shi saw that the broken body that had just crawled out and been dragged back was creeping out again quietly.

The pain and cold ankle position, around the water in their own mind under the control of crazy impact that body, but the other side is like a large tonnage steel plate, the same!

"Poof!"

At this time,

Zhou Ze fell into the water and directly rushed to the crippled body. His ten fingernails stabbed into the other side's skull without any mercy because the other side was his former body.

"Roar!"

He opened his mouth and let go of Tang poetry's ankles. Then he clasped Zhou Ze's neck with his hands to death. The two men tangled and wrestled together.

"Gudu Gudu Gudu... "

There was a sound coming from under the water. At this time, Lao Dao was standing on his desk. His head was almost touching the ceiling. When Tang poetry came out of the water, he immediately reached out and pulled her over.

"And the boss? What about the boss? "

Tang poetry, with a calm face, could not help but look at his bleeding ankle position, put his hands directly under the water, and then made a sharp drink.

"Whoa..."

Almost full of the water in this laboratory was suddenly split, showing Zhou Ze and the figure of the remnant.

The stump kept pulling Zhou Ze, but Zhou Ze's ten fingernails were embedded in each other's skull.

However, it can be clearly seen that the goal of the disabled is not Zhou Ze at all. He is still firmly walking in one direction, that is, the direction of Tang poetry.

For a while,

in the dark,

Tang poetry produced a kind of premonition,

what that thing wanted was not Zhou Ze, who had countless relations with him, but himself!

What's going on?

"Snore Snore... "

The water began to spin rapidly, and the paper that had covered the entire laboratory began to drop rapidly, as if a bathtub full of water had been unplugged.The huge whirlpool itself has a kind of natural pulling force, and after losing the shelter and cover of the water, the remnant who climbs out of the cave again feels the terrible power of exclusion and imprisonment. His body begins to slide rapidly after being extremely unwilling, and then falls into the cave again.

Zhou Ze, who had been holding on to him all the time,

this time he was not spared,

he only heard a sound of stone falling into the water,

Zhou Ze and the remnant fell into the well together.

It was completely calm all around,

not even a drop of water remained on the ground,

it was still dry.