Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

what is this?

Doll?
Or terracotta figurines?

Su Xiaoqiang is very courageous, when her classmates are still hesitating, she has already reached the end.

The girl fixed to the ceiling is close at hand.

At such a close distance, the girl's appearance is lifelike. This is not a puppet or a pottery figurine at all, unless the master's skills can be mistaken for the real one. But compared to this, Su Xiaoqiang is more willing to believe that this is a corpse.

Su Xiaoqiang's eyes followed the direction of the corpse.

The area where the silk is hung is full of criss-cross corpses of young girls. The Tantric people used some means to use them as beams.

Su Xiaoqiang watched this scene quietly. This 19-year-old girl seemed to have never really known the world until now.

Outside the bustling cafes, cinemas, milk tea bags and office suits and ties.

real world.

Su Xiaoqiang pursed her lips, she stretched out her fingers, and tried her best to suppress the trembling. Even though the distance from the girl's body was so close, it seemed as if she had gone through a century.

Finally, she touched it.

Su Xiaoqian was stunned.

Fingers slightly lower limit.

It's actually... warm.

The skin of the girl's corpse in front of her was as warm and smooth as curdled milk. Su Xiaoqiang couldn't help but feel an inexplicable emotion in her heart. At first, it was only faint, but suddenly it surged, and she gasped in embarrassment.

"Come."

A hand was held in front of him.

Yuanyuan said to her.

"I'll pull you up."

The warriors have all reached the second floor.

They looked at the vertical and horizontal beams and columns in silence.

The girls with closed eyes seem to have fallen asleep instead of dead. Their skin is still slightly warm. The ancients often used fine jade to describe the delicate skin of girls. Both are equally warm and moist, but no one knows. How did the tantric people manage to not only use the corpses of young girls as pillars, but also make their corpses not rot, so that they remain alive after a long time.

"What is this..."

Chen Jiumo murmured.

He no longer knew that this was the first time he had expressed such emotion today.

It is true that they killed many dead waiters along the way, but the dead waiters are just monsters and belong to different species, and the corpses of these girls are of the same kind, or the same kind with good faces. Seeing them being treated like objects, my heart naturally rises. There was a feeling of sadness when the rabbit died and the fox died.

"Living pile."

Wang Chao said in a deep voice.

"There is a custom in my hometown, to build a house with piles. In order to make the house strong and not fall down in the wind and rain, some people will use a dirty method to write a person's name and birth date on yellow paper, paste it on the pile, and then drive it into the ground. If there are living souls suppressing it, it can guarantee that the house will not collapse for many years."

"You mean, it's called a soul."

A warrior reacted.

"Ah."

Wang Chao nodded.

"Calling the soul is just using yellow paper to write the name and date of birth. If it is a special Fengshui place, or a building with special functions, there is a more powerful method, the living pile."

He looked at the bodies of the girls.

"Corpse and soul, all of a person's life and death, are used to suppress this place. Regardless of wind, frost, rain, snow, and changes in the world, as long as the living pile is not freed for a day, this place will be peaceful for a day."

The more people listened, the more they frowned. The method of Tantric Buddhism is really appalling. What is the difference between the so-called living pile and the thousands of years of living sacrifice?
Su Xiaoqiang seemed to think of something, she slowly lowered her head and looked directly below, Su Xiaoqiang's eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the floor, through the earth and rocks, and met those pair of godless jet-black eyes.

"what happened?"

Yuanyuan asked curiously.

"Since it is a living pile."

Su Xiaoqiang said.

"So, what's down here?"

She points to the ground.

The warriors quickly understood what she meant.

With a swipe, every face turned white.

Some people even jumped up in a panic, as if the ground was a heating boiler, very hot.

Yes, if it is really a living pile, since it is used between the first and second floors, what about the foundation of this nine-story pagoda?

When I think of this, I shudder.

What kind of pagoda are they here? It's clearly a mass grave.

Su Xiaoqiang let out a breath.

"Let's go."

she says.

"We will definitely contain their bodies, but before that, we must at least find out what is in this pagoda."

"So that they can rest in peace."

The warriors turned around one by one.

The last one was Yuanyuan, she nodded to the girls' corpses.

"I am leaving."

"Goodbye."

Walking out of the overwhelming emotions at the beginning, the warriors quickly thought of more. Judging from the content of the note, this place seems to be a refuge, the purpose of which is to shelter mankind from the catastrophe of the end of the world.

Perhaps that's why they used human stakes, begging for protection from the spirits in order to keep the Vault alive in the face of an apocalyptic crisis.

What a bunch of lunatics.

they thought.

The warriors originally thought that the living pile was the limit that Tantra could make.

But it turns out they were still naive.

It was on the third floor, and warriors could see prison-like houses everywhere, with futons and incense burners inside, but it didn't give people a sense of meditation, because the walls were full of vertical and horizontal claw marks, messy, It's so complicated that it makes people dizzy at a glance, as if they can feel an extremely violent consciousness from these claw marks.

"here it is……"

"The place where Deadpool is held."

In fact, the warriors had already expected this. After all, they have encountered so many dead servants since entering the palaces of Tantric Buddhism. There is always a place to detain them. I guessed that it should be in this nine-storey pagoda, but now it just confirms the idea .

It's just that the next discovery made them unexpected.

In the central area of ​​the third floor, there is a huge room. When the door is opened, a pungent stench blows in. The senses of the fighters are different from ordinary people, and this is even more uncomfortable. When they finally recover, Looking inside, I almost doubt whether I am in a slaughterhouse or in hell.

This side is the arm, this side is the thigh, this side is the internal organs, heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys, piled up in a mess, the warriors stared dumbfounded.

But not domestic animals, nor humans, they can find obvious distortions in every part, some are simply Deadpool's arms and thighs.

Chen Jiumo withdrew his foot like an electric shock.

They stood motionless in front of the door.

Or Yuanyuan took the lead and walked in.

They looked at the petite figure and asked after a long silence.

"Master, you..."

In the end, I still couldn't ask the exit.

They wanted to ask why the elder sister didn't look scared at all.

But I always thought it would be weird to ask.

Yuanyuan seemed to understand what they were saying.

"Oh, you mean why I don't care?"

Rarely, Yuanyuan sighed.

They actually saw an expression named Lonely on the girl's face.

"That's because I heard it."

Yuanyuan looked at the ground.

"They're crying."

Thousands of miles away in Kassel, the office of the Ministry of Information.

Fingal nearly fell off his chair.

What's happening here?
What did he hear!
"They're crying!"

Yuanyuan's voice rang in his mind.

It overlaps with the boy's words in memory.

All with a touch of compassion and sorrow.

At that time Lu Mingfei was in the Nibelungen and said that he heard someone's cry.

Chu Zihang showed a thoughtful expression.

He looked at the girl in the live broadcast.

Have you reached this point yet?
The warriors didn't know what kind of voice the elder sister called "they were crying".

After all, Yuanyuan was the only one who could hear it.

But they could all think that Yuanyuan's words should be referring to the girls who acted as living piles.

If so, yes, yes, they were crying.

The warriors walked into this slaughterhouse-like room.

They paid attention to all the clues and details, and soon found out.

This is the place where Tantric Buddhism is used for research. Deadpool is not only their fighting tool, but also their research material. It's just a monster, and as human warriors, they still don't have empathy with monsters.

But the most frowning thing is that they found that these so-called research materials are not just Deadpool.

There is also an existence between Deadpool and human beings, no, it is a form between Deadpool and hybrids.

The warriors decided to call it half-dead waiter for the time being.

Their limbs have not been completely deformed, and they more or less retain human characteristics, so they appear even more terrifying.

The warriors gradually discovered the rules. It seems to be arranged according to the degree of distortion. The further they go, the more terrifying the scene is, which is completely challenging their rational limit as human beings.

Until, they see that.

That thing should be an operating table, but it has completely lost the luster and cleanliness that an operating table should have. The dirty blood is flowing, and the thick blood scab is like the chitinous shell of an insect, covering it. If you look at it from a distance, you will jump. The impression that came into my mind could only be the chopping board of a vegetable market butcher, not an operating table.

The point is what's on top of those chopping boards.

Compared with them, Deadpool, who has always been called a monster, is as harmless as a little white rabbit.

Imagine an elephant with its legs attached to a puppy, a cat with the eight limbs of a spider, and an octopus with the head of a lion fused together.

Even if all of these things add up, they can't describe the things lying on the cutting board at the moment.

"What exactly is this!"

Chen Jiumo's mouth was dry.

He walked forward as if he was sleepwalking, feeling that his feet were soft, as if what he was stepping on was not the ground at all, but a blanket of flesh and blood.

Thinking like this, he finally couldn't hold back the curiosity in his heart, and looked down.

The pupils contracted suddenly.

Chen Jiumo really saw it, it was flesh and blood, no, it was a blood vessel, connected to an unknown blood vessel.

"careful!"

At the same time as Wang Chao reminded, he stretched out his hand to give him a hand.

But it was still too late.

Unprepared, Chen Jiumo stepped on it with a puff, as if he had crushed a grape.

No, not grapes.

It's more viscous than that sound.

A chill hit my heart.

Chen Jiumo slowly raised his feet, held his breath, and looked down.

The pupils suddenly contracted.

That's... eyeballs.

It was the eyeball that he stomped on before.

Several warriors bent over and vomited.

Su Xiaoqiang's face was also ugly.

Looking around, these quiz-like experimental questions have a commonality.

They are all based on the mixed race, and then replace the body parts of Deadpool.

For example, put Deadpool's arms and legs on the hybrid.

But without exception, the limbs of Deadpool were transplanted to hybrids.

So is this the purpose of their research?

The fighters don't know enough about the hybrids, but the people on the Hunter website and the night watchman forum don't. They can almost understand what Tantra is doing at a glance. In order to gain more powerful power, the hybrids turned their attention to Deadpool.

Of course, everyone knows that improving bloodlines is the best way for hybrids to become stronger, but this road is too difficult. From ancient times to the present, it is already the fifth era. road record.

In fact, as of now, looking at all the bloodline refining technologies in the hands of the hybrids, it is not so much the evolution from humans to dragons, it is better to say that this is the dead end of the hybrids towards Deadpool.

Let's put it this way, the end of all roads can only be Deadpool, and some half-breed scholars even point out in despair that the fact that half-breeds evolve into dragons is itself a false proposition.

But human beings are not a race that is easily defeated by difficulties, and so are the hybrids. No matter how hopeless they are, they can survive. Gradually, some scholars began to think, since the end of the hybrids is only Deadpool, why not just become Deadpool?
They turned their attention to this sad race again.

There is no doubt that Deadpool has crossed the critical blood line. Measured by absolute strength, even if it is S rank, it should not be Deadpool's opponent.

But in actual combat, this is not the case.

Facing S rank, Deadpool is no better than the miscellaneous soldiers in the game.

However, there is a significant difference in blood concentration between the two.

So where is the problem?
is the spirit.

The chaotic spirit of Deadpool simply cannot exert their powerful bodies.

At that time, scholars were faced with such a problem.

Hybrids, Deadpool, and pureblood dragons.

Some people think that maybe Deadpool is a transitional state between hybrids and dragons, and the critical bloodline exists not only in genetic blood, but also in spiritual will.

Like two locks, the genetic lock and the consciousness lock, blocking the way of the mixed race to the dragon.

Among them, Deadpool is the existence that unlocks the genetic lock. If one day, a certain Deadpool recovers his own consciousness by chance, that is, unlocks the consciousness, then he also has the authority to control 100% blood.

That is, a pure-blooded dragon.

It's a pity that the research of the consciousness of the mixed race has never been an inch. The large number of Deadpool corpses in this room may be traces of Tantra's attempt to study Deadpool's secrets.

Of course, all research can have byproducts.

Even in many cases, the value of by-products is much higher than the research purpose itself.

For example, the Tantric Deadpool transplant technique.

They transplanted the limbs of Deadpool into hybrids to create terrifying weapons beyond common sense.

This is the birth of the eight-armed protector.