Mythological origin

Bai Mo's psychic incarnation, carrying the alien in his hand, returned to the base outside Emerald City at the fastest speed.

At this time, Timon and his companions had completed their mission.

At the beginning, Yamamoto Sadako and Li Hualan were reluctant to take action against the wheelchair-bound teenagers. After all, they were not within the scope of the mission target, and they would not get any money if they killed them. Attacking disabled people for no reason was really beyond the two women's acceptance.

But Timon told them bluntly that this guy was Min Lai's son, and his family was essentially the general backstage of all human trafficking businesses in Emerald City...

These words instantly aroused the murderous intent of those who had been sold before, so much so that before Ding Man could finish his words, Yamamoto Sadako had already taken action and ran over to kill the wheelchair boy and his bodyguards on the spot.

There were countless runes carved with white ink on their bodies. After being activated by psychic energy, ordinary bullets would have no effect on their bodies. They were absolutely invulnerable to swords and guns. Sadako managed to kill everyone under the firepower of several bodyguards.

With the addition of two monsters, Yamamoto Sadako and Li Hualan, and an ambush that was planned but unintentional, General Min Lai's team was defeated by a sneak attack by a group of extraordinary people, and Min Lai was beheaded on the spot.

The soldiers were too dependent on the guns in their hands and never imagined that there were humans who could rush in the face under a hail of bullets and blow their heads off with one punch.

……

"You two...can't contact the Taoist priest either?" Ding Man, who was good at observing people's expressions, asked Yamamoto Sadako worriedly.

Bai Mo's real body is at the upper reaches of the Ling River. With their strength, no one can reach that position.

Sadako shook her head.

"Ding Man, you don't need to test us anymore. The seniors have already given up on both of us." Li Hualan spoke frankly.

During this time, Ding Man has been testing the relationship between the two girls and Bai Mo, trying to take this route to further curry favor with Bai Mo, which makes Li Hualan very annoyed.

“We don’t have that blessing.”

"..."

"Have you seen these things?" Li Hualan rolled up his sleeves, revealing the faint tattoo-like runes on his arms.

"We are just the spare tires of our predecessors' experiments. We were not used and we are useless now."

"..."

Ding Man never expected that the two of them had such a relationship with Bai Mo. He thought that the two women were slaves bought by the other party, so they should have some affection for each other...

"Use your father's connections to buy me a flight ticket to the capital of Dongyang at noon three days later."

While Li Hualan was still complaining, Yamamoto Sadako's psychic treasure system suddenly received a task message, the reward was 100 psychic points.

In order to avoid the black sword, Bai Mo gave up his original identity in the Fourth Rome.

If you really want to count, he is currently a stateless and identityless illegal immigrant. Buying a plane ticket is really troublesome, so Bai Mo is too lazy to do it himself.

It just so happened that Yamamoto Sadako's father, Yamamoto Shigekuni, was also a man of some status in Dongyang.

"Three days later? Does that mean the Ling River will dry up in three days?" After seeing this message, Sadako's first reaction was actually the Ling River.

  The autumn of Linghe is a rare opportunity that is hard to come by. It would be a sheer waste if you don't eat it all and lick the plate clean. When Bai Mo asked her to book a flight for three days later, was this his implication?

At this moment, her thoughts began to run wild.

"My senior suddenly asked me to book a flight to Dongyang in three days. What are your plans?" After receiving the task, Sadako did not hide it and turned to tell Li Hualan and Ding Man.

"Wherever the senior goes, I will follow."

"……agree."

Bai Mo knows so much. In this new era where others know nothing, all you have to do is hold on to his thighs.

…On the other side, at the source of the Ling River.

Bai Mo grabbed the alien that he had cut into pieces and fell into deep thought.

There was a voice inside his body urging him to eat it quickly.

Bai Mo studied its structure over and over again, but found no special substances inside. The things that make up the alien's body are things that normal humans would not eat.

Even after soaking it in the spiritual river, there was still no change.

Bai Mo clapped his hands lightly, and a cicada that was half real and half unreal flew out and stood on his head.

He planned to use the Time Worm as a backup and try the taste of this alien himself.

Why on earth does my body have such desires?

Once the consequences are too serious, Bai Mo will activate the Time Worm and be reborn back to the moment when the entire game began. Being able to reload the game and perform SL is his greatest confidence.

He picked out a piece of the alien's fragments that looked like an arm and gently tore off some meat from it.

Bai Mo took the shredded meat to the Ling River, rinsed it like dipping it in soy sauce, and then put it into his mouth.

  What’s outrageous is that this unremarkable-looking alien actually has quite good taste!

It feels like a mixture of beef and chicken.

He originally thought that the meat would taste like eating plastic.

Unexpectedly good.

But why could such words alone arouse Bai Mo's desire to eat?

You have to know that he has been fighting against Taoism for hundreds of years, and his emotions and desires have been polished into being as hard to be touched as iron and stone in the endless struggle.

When this alien piece of meat slowly melted in Bai Mo's mouth, he knew the answer.

The answer is actually hidden in the alien's DNA.

"My counterpart in the parallel universe, please accept my last ripple!"

This sentence was encoded at the beginning of a DNA strand in the alien's body.

"Even though I'm dead, I haven't lost yet."

"I have encoded everything I have into their redundant DNA. They will find another me..."

It took Bai Mo nearly a day to decode and digest all the information, and he finally understood what had happened.

This is a race of tools created in a moment of thought.

Bai Mo, who came from a parallel world, wove his own heritage and memories into the genetic information of this alien-looking race before he died at the hands of the Spirit of Creation.

Then he used the last of his strength to scatter this race into many parallel worlds, using them as living drifting bottles to contact other Bai Mo.

"The spirit of nothingness and the spirit of creation are essentially two sides of the same coin. They seem to be fighting for something..." Bai Mo from another parallel world left some vague information.

Bai Mo is not worried now that he might be targeted by the other party while reading the information involving high-dimensional existence.

Because I have already been targeted...

Look, he is still fighting with Black Sword. (End of this chapter)