I kill gods in my dream

Chapter 102 The Story of Number Seven
Lust?

Upon hearing this strange title, Wu Shuang looked at the black cat on his shoulder with inquiring eyes. The meaning was quite obvious.

After noticing his look, Black Cat also complained helplessly: "Yes, in addition to No. [-], I also have a codename, which is Lust, which comes from the boring thoughts of those guys."

"This can't be called boring. When you were originally created, the teacher put a lot of effort into turning you into the most perfect creatures. Each one of you will represent an original sin of mankind." Deep in the corridor The voice made emphasis and correction.

There was a hint of fanaticism in his tone.

But No. [-] had a stern face and explained: "Initially, when the experiment was conducted, there were only seven people including me. They named us after the seven deadly sins and conducted various experiments on us. Later, They felt dissatisfied, so they created No. [-] and the subsequent experimental subjects."

"Indeed, to teachers, you are a group of failures, but to me, you are still so beautiful that I am fascinated."

The sick tone coming from deep in the corridor was enough to identify his mental state, which was not normal.

Although not in psychology, career-level skill levels are pointed out.

But based on his understanding of normal people, this guy is more or less pathological, and he is probably obsessed with something, such as experiments.

Therefore, he was too lazy to continue talking nonsense.

"How to go?"

"Go forward."

The black cat said, jumped up, jumped in front of him, and walked in front.

The voice deep in the corridor still did not stop, but said enthusiastically: "Do you think I will sit still and wait for death? I have already been prepared and waiting for your arrival."

As the words fell, heavy footsteps were heard from deep in the corridor, and the burning torches reflected countless shadows.

If nothing else, they were the monsters he had seen in the hospital.

Sure enough, those huge, deformed figures appeared at the end of the corridor.

"Leave it to you."

Wu Shuang had no intention of taking action. From the very beginning, he positioned himself to take the blame.

Number Seven obviously understood this and faced the monsters without saying a word.

In an instant, the sound of flesh and blood being torn apart was endless, and the smell of blood gradually filled the entire corridor. Countless monster limbs were piled on the ground, so that every step he took later, he had to be careful not to step on the corpses, and the blood had already stained them. The soles of his shoes were red, and every time he landed, it felt like he had stepped into a puddle.

After the last body fell, he also walked into the depths.

From here, the corridor branched off into several different directions, and rooms began to appear.

"Follow me." No. [-] was still leading the way.

The voice was quite surprised and said: "It's all solved so quickly. It's completely beyond my expectation. However, these are just appetizers. There are more to come. I'm already looking forward to the dissection. See you on stage."

This guy seems to have them all figured out.

However, Wu Shuang only regarded the sound as background sound and followed No. [-] leisurely while observing the rooms on both sides.

The rooms on both sides were either cells holding something, or utility rooms filled with various bottles and jars. Some of the jars were simply stuffed with monsters.

"Of those people you are talking about, this is not the only one, right?"

He remembered that when he came, No. [-] said that the shepherd had taken in many survivors of Building No. [-].

But now there is only one person speaking.

Hearing this, the black cat walking in front suddenly stopped, sat on the spot and raised its front paws, pointing to a house next to it.

There was an autopsy table inside, with a mutilated and twisted corpse lying on it.The face that still had some human appearance was twisted into a ball, full of fear and despair. Just looking at the corpse, you can guess that this poor guy experienced unimaginable pain before he died.

The entire body was dismantled, a large number of internal organs and bones were taken out, and even several sections of muscle tissue were cut off.

Some resemble human body tissue, while others are simply distorted beyond anything.

Next to it was a scrap of paper stained with some blood, with some words written messily on it.

[In the seventh experiment, the new potion still failed to achieve the expected effect. Not only did the user lose the advantage of bloodthirsty, but it also turned him into a mentally retarded person. The physical effect was also unsatisfactory. Although it would strengthen the user's body, the same It will also slowly kill the user, probably due to the extra weird internal organs and the constantly proliferating weird cells]

The black cat jumped onto the exhumation table, sniffed the stinking corpse, and showed a disgusted expression.

"I saw this guy once in Building [-]. He once wanted to take advantage of me while he was dissecting me."

Planing?

Take advantage?
It’s quite a perverted way to play.
Wu Shuang was not surprised by No. [-]'s words. After all, with that kind of self-healing ability, even if it was taken apart and then sewn back together, it would still be alive and kicking. The only question is, why is this guy lying here?

"Only I am qualified to inherit everything from the teacher. They are just a group of mediocre people who only dare to follow the information left by the teacher and repeat everything they have done before. If they forget everything and shamelessly occupy everything the teacher left behind, then I have no choice but to let them make their final contribution to the teacher's legacy."

said the voice indignantly.

Wu Shuang was not surprised by the current situation, after all, he was already used to it.

For these guys, his psychological expectations have been infinitely lowered. Even if a more exaggerated situation occurs, it is expected. What he is curious about is, what new potion is this guy tinkering with?

The so-called legacy is probably this new potion.

"The legacy you are talking about is to create an existence like No. 17?" he tried to ask.

But the voice repeatedly rejected: "No, no, no, the teacher's legacy is not to make such incomplete products. What the teacher really wants to do is to upgrade the entire human race and turn humans into the most perfect species.

NO.17 is just the teacher trying to create human gods to fight against foreign gods. At the same time, he also wants to use this to promote the upgrading of the entire human race. Unfortunately, it is not perfect. It is much worse than the real gods, and Things are not as the teacher suspected. There is only one god, and it cannot lead humans to upgrade. We still have to focus on everyone. "

Seems interesting
Wu Shuang glanced at it, still looking at the black cat in a daze on the dissecting table.

That melancholy look in his eyes was probably thinking of the past.

"Let's go," he urged.

"Yeah." No. [-] said nothing and continued to move deeper.

In addition to saying something from time to time, that voice also released various monsters to try to stop them, but they were all dealt with by No. [-]. The careful No. [-] also specially imitated the wounds left by his long sword so that He carries the blame better.

As he continued to advance, Wu Shuang became more and more curious about one thing.

"Aren't you running away?"

"Both the speed at which you are advancing and the ability to deal with so many monsters are beyond my expectations, but I can't escape."

Listening to these words, Wu Shuang used his sword to cut open the last door pointed by No. [-].

After seeing everything inside, he understood why the other party said he couldn't escape.

This is a huge laboratory. There is an operating table in the middle. Next to it are various miscellaneous surgical tools, as well as some bottles and jars, which store weird internal organs. A figure wearing a dirty white coat, He was facing away from them, handling the corpse on the operating table.

One of them faced his head and smiled.

"Hello, I finally met Mr. A."

(End of this chapter)