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Chapter 173

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In the past, whenever they encountered zombies or vampires, with Su Bai by their side, whether it was Fatso or the monk, they would always tease him.

Look, Da Bai, your relative.

This was just a joke. After all, in this world, although vampires and zombies were rare, for listeners who often experienced extremely dangerous environments, the probability of encountering zombies or vampires was really not small.

However,

This time,

A vampire that was transported here by the British seventy or eighty years ago was actually infected with the aura of corpses and almost turned into a "big dumpling"

Vampires and zombies were really not unpopular in the Eastern and Western listener strengthening lists. However, listeners who had both the bloodline of vampires and zombies, whether it was Fatso, the monk, or Gyatso, they had only encountered one, and that was Su Bai.

"Amitabha, even if he's not a relative, he's still a relative." Even the monk, who had always been serious and solemn, could not help but let out a sigh at this time.

Originally, when they knew that there would be a vampire below, the three of them were actually a little jealous. However, the three of them, including Su Bai himself, probably did not expect that at the bottom of the research institute, there would be a corpse of a vampire.

This was like a beggar walking on the road and picking up a gorgeous piece of clothing, and the size of the clothing was very suitable for him. At the same time, after he happily put it on, he unexpectedly found a large amount of gold in the pocket of the clothing.

Su Bai exited the zombie state and returned to his original appearance.

"He is in a deep state of suspended animation. Although for vampires, he is not completely dead, it is basically impossible for him to wake up. He belongs to the vegetative state of humans, but even if he does not have a specific consciousness, his body is still in a state of activity. Unlike vampires, once a vampire enters this state, there is basically no breath, there is no living reaction at all. The only thing that can remain is that the flesh does not decay.

Therefore, when the British transported him here for research, they probably thought that he was completely dead, just like the mummies that the British stole from Egypt. "

Su Bai pointed to the vampire inside and explained to the people around him.

"Even if he becomes a zombie, he can't wake up?" Fatso asked from the side, "Zombies are originally a product of the Ten Thousand Trees before the Diseased Tree. After becoming a zombie, it is equivalent to the beginning of a new life. There is no longer any connection with the original body, not even memories. At most, there is only some instinct left in the subconscious.

Since he had turned into a zombie, then he should be a new life, right?

Moreover, the blood of the Japanese corpses we saw when we came in had been drained dry. "

Obviously, what Fatso said was correct. The Blood Breed had fallen into a state of suspended animation. Based on Su Bai's understanding of the Blood Breed, it was almost impossible for the one inside to wake up. However, white hair had grown on its body, and its fingernails had turned greenish-black. These were the physical signs of a zombie. It had become a new life, so it was only natural that it could wake up.

"I don't know the reason why he continues to lie here without moving."

Su Bai shook his head and looked at Tyrant. Generally speaking, Tyrant did have a unique way of looking at problems. Since ancient times, eminent monks could play with the upper nobles in the palm of their hands, and deceive hundreds of people at the bottom to worship them. This already showed how terrifying their minds were. Not to mention that Tyrant had relied on the habit of broadcasting to calculate Ning Cheng's mentality and purpose.

Tyrant did not speak. At this time, Gyatso put one hand together and said, "Success is due to this, failure is also due to this."

Tyrant nodded, "In the research institute, there is a group of horrifying corpses, and all of them died tragically with boundless resentment. Therefore, their resentment and corpse qi were received by the one lying here. Although he has entered into a state of suspended animation according to Su Bai's words, he is after all not an ordinary person in a vegetative state. Even if he is lying there motionless, there must be other mysteries.

He received the resentment and corpse qi, and under the nourishment of these resentment and corpse qi, he turned into a zombie.

But success is due to corpse qi, and failure is also due to corpse qi.

Su Bai, even if you change into a zombie, you can at most feel some pressure from Mr. Zhongshan above your head. That is because you are powerful, and because of your level, a mausoleum can no longer suppress you. Even if Mr. Zhongshan carries the Awe-Inspiring Righteousness and the fate of Nanjing, it is impossible to suppress you. "

What Tyrant said was naturally correct. Otherwise, any Listener who was strengthened by the dark element would not dare to go to the temple or the mausoleum of the great man.

Tyrant paused and said, "But, those corpses are different from you. They were ordinary people when they were alive, and after death, they are also ordinary ghosts and ordinary zombies. They are scattered sand. Therefore, the Zhongshan Mausoleum above your head can suppress them one by one, and as time goes by, their resentment will be continuously worn away.

Therefore, even though this vampire received the corpse qi and resentment to turn into a zombie and almost gave birth to a new life, his corpse qi, resentment, and everything of him came from the thousands of corpses in the freezer. Those corpses are suppressed by the Zhongshan Mausoleum, and their derivative, which is this vampire, is also suppressed. "

Su Bai pursed his lips. After hearing Tyrant's words, he finally understood. Even though this vampire was in a state of suspended animation and had turned into a zombie, Su Bai could still feel the nobility of his bloodline. At this moment, Su Bai was like a commoner who saw a noble.

Once such an existence came back to life and turned into a zombie, he would be as dreadful as the legendary Hanba. It would not be easy for the four of them to suppress an awakened vampire.

However, the root of this vampire's zombification was the corpses in the freezer, and his root was suppressed. Naturally, he could not get up, let alone wake up.

There was a saying in China since ancient times, that is, the ancestors' blessings. Many people thought it was useless and superstitious, because their ancestors did not bless them to get into famous universities, nor did they bless them to get promoted and make a fortune. However, in this research institute, if not for the Zhongshan Mausoleum on Mount Purple Mountain, it could be imagined that thousands of zombies and vampires waking up would be a disaster to the whole of Nanjing, or even half of Jiangzhe.

Even if these zombies and vampires crawled out of the ground and were sensed by the Tao of Heaven, the ecological disaster they would cause would be immeasurable.

"So, I can't eat him?" Su Bai grabbed the railing with one hand, and with a slight force, he broke a section of the railing.

The current situation was indeed embarrassing. For Su Bai, it was like having a delicious meal in front of him, but he could not eat it.

Fatso had recovered from the "Three Knives and Six Holes" at the beginning. He did not care what the other three brothers thought of him, and he returned to his usual self.

"Da Bai, Da Bai, I feel much better now. This guy is lying here, but you can't eat him, hahahaha.

It's like a beautiful foreign woman taking off her clothes and dancing in front of you. You can feel your d * ck down there, but then you find that you don't have a condom with you, and this woman is infected with AIDS. Hohoho, hohoho. "

Fatso's words were crude, but he was right. Now, this vampire, the seven or eight thousand corpses in the freezer, and the Zhongshan Mausoleum above their heads had basically formed a "dynamic balance", or a food chain. If Su Bai wanted to suck the blood of the vampire and devour its power, he would tie himself into this ecological chain.

At that time, no matter how this person was lying here motionlessly, Su Bai would replace him and continue to lie here motionlessly after devouring that person.

Of course, there were ways to break this balance. For example, after Su Bai devoured the vampire, others could go up and demolish the Zhongshan Mausoleum. In this way, Su Bai could regain his freedom.

If Su Bai was accompanied by other enhanced men, it was possible to succeed. But now, there were one Taoist and two monks beside Su Bai. How could he ask them to demolish the Zhongshan Mausoleum?

They would never do it. There was no room for negotiation, unless they wanted to abandon their own beliefs. Others could demolish the Zhongshan Mausoleum, but if they did, they would be punished by Heaven. Buddhism and Taoism were particular about this.

If Su Bai went up and destroyed the Zhongshan Mausoleum by himself, and then went to find the vampire and the seven or eight thousand corpses, then this task would be considered a failure. The broadcast asked you to eliminate the danger before it was germinating, but you detonated the nuclear bomb. Well, you will be judged together in the next world. Everyone should die together. Even if Su Bai was so selfish and stubborn, Monk Fatso and Gyatso would never allow Su Bai to act recklessly.

As for dealing with the seven or eight thousand corpses, even if Monk and Fatso sat on the execution ground for forty-nine times, it would still be a drop in the bucket. Moreover, the broadcast would not give them so much time. Since the broadcast announced the task, it was naturally because the balance below would not be maintained for long.

"Amitabha. Let's work together to destroy this Blood Clan zombie." Tyrant suggested.

Now that they couldn't reap the benefits, they could only take the last step, which was to finish the task. The four of them launched their attacks at the same time and destroyed the zombie of the Blood Line. Then they would finish the task, and the seven or eight thousand corpses would be safe under the protection of the Zhongshan Mausoleum. Even if the developers dug the corpses into the research institute and alerted the government, they would be fine as long as the zombie of the Blood Line was gone.

Those corpses would be dealt with properly. They would be carried out and buried to be mourned by the people. There would be no possibility of them turning into zombies. As for this research institute, it would probably become a museum to record the crimes of Japanese animals in a few years.

Su Bai gritted his teeth, full of unwillingness.

Fatso did not hide his gloating at all. He even lit a cigarette and smoked happily.

Even Monk and Gyatso, the two eminent monks, could not help but twitch their lips. In fact, they were envious of Su Bai's previous opportunities. They were even a little jealous of him. Don't worry about scarcity, worry about inequality.

Now, everyone's hearts were finally much more balanced, and they felt much more comfortable.

"Go and destroy him to complete the task."

Su Bai was a decisive man. Since he had made up his mind, he did not hesitate. After breaking four or five railings, Su Bai walked into the room, followed by Fatso, Gyatso, and Monk.

However, when Su Bai just stood in the room, a weary and weak voice came out.

Suddenly, an old and weak voice came from the vampire who could not move at all.

"Ansager … Ansager … is that you?"

Su Bai was stunned. Then, as if he had thought of something, he opened his hands and a shadow tied to a cross appeared.

"Ansager … it's really you … I sensed your aura … my … respected … friend … have you finally … come to save me?"

Monk suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest. It was so painful that even an eminent monk like him felt a little uncomfortable.

Gyatso subconsciously gritted his teeth and made a grinding sound.

Fatso, on the other hand, forgot to spit out the cigarette he had just inhaled. He swallowed it directly and then covered his neck and retched.

The same thought flashed through the minds of the three of them:

F * ck.

That's f * cking possible!

I really met a f * cking relative!

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