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Chapter 58 Chu Tianjiao: That’s my son?!

At this moment, the "press conference" was dead silent.

Everyone present saw what was happening on that screen: sparks, shattered shells, gushing blood, a silvery crescent moon...

Maybe it's beheading, maybe it's horizontal cutting, maybe it's vertical splitting...

The shapes of the human body's tears are different, but the blood is always bright red.

Over there, the art of brutality and killing is being displayed, while over here, the wailing and chill that penetrates deep into the bone marrow resonate.

There is no doubt that this was a massacre, pure bloody violence, killing and repression.

The devil painted the picture with the brains and internal organs of living people, and his feet were covered with blood-red thorns and mud.

goodong...

Someone swallowed lightly, and the sound echoed quietly throughout the venue, causing others to subconsciously purse their dry lips, and their Adam's apples could not help but surge slightly on their necks.

The local "aristocratic families" seemed to have a tacit understanding that those who were sent to attend this press conference were all members of the family who were not very valued.

No matter how you look at it, this kind of scene is too exciting and terrifying for those who are addicted to alcohol and sex.

On the contrary, seeing the gorgeous killing method that could be called "art", some people's faces flushed abnormally under their masks.

They are "lone wolves" without any background, and also "wild dogs" in Wan Tao's mouth. Everyone's hands are stained with blood, and some even have twisted minds, and regard killing as fun rather than a means.

"..."

Chu Tianjiao, who was sitting in an inconspicuous corner, noticed the three figures in the passage on the underground floor who were completely ignored by everyone.

Although the picture looked a little blurry due to the image quality, and although Chu Tianjiao couldn't believe his eyes, he still recognized the figure holding the broken knife.

That was Chu Zihang, his son.

"Are you kidding me?"

Chu Tianjiao was suddenly surrounded by overwhelming fear. His uncontrollable heartbeat was beating hard in his chest, causing veins to gradually appear on the back of his hand holding the armrest. The armrest made of solid wood quietly deformed and broke.

No, that's impossible. How could Zihang appear in such a place?

His son is just an ordinary person and it is impossible for him to appear in such a place.

"You must have seen it wrong."

Chu Tianjiao tried his best to suppress his trembling voice and whispered comforting words to himself, but his eyes never left the screen for even a second.

Every time a figure passed by the monster boy and rushed straight towards the three figures at the entrance of the first-floor passage, Chu Tianjiao's body, shrouded in a black robe, would tense up.

But when he saw those "lucky ones" running up to the three men and being hacked to death by the leading boy with a knife almost numbly, he felt relieved but also couldn't help but face twitching.

It definitely couldn't be Zihang, it couldn't be his son. His son was just cold, not this cold and harsh.

Even though he thought this in his heart, he still felt a little uneasy.

Chu Tianjiao had already explored the place thoroughly and knew very well that "Mi Palace" actually had another fourth underground floor.

And the things inside were enough to kill everyone present except him!

"Is this what you want me to see, a scene from a brainless B-grade slasher movie?"

When Chu Tianjiao's mind was in a mess, an indifferent voice came from the front row, as if he didn't care about the scene on the screen.

After these words were spoken, many people came to their senses and nodded subconsciously.

They admitted that the strength and methods displayed by the young man were chilling, but their purpose in coming here was, after all, for the so-called "evolution medicine." The organizers sprinkled the bait in front of them, making them gather like a school of fish.

As long as they get that thing, they will leave immediately and return to the safest place. No matter how dangerous that guy is, he can't do anything to them.

"Please don't be impatient, this is just the first stage." The man on the stage still had a smile on his face. "This is just to show the level of our 'quality inspectors'. Next is the second stage of showcasing the first product.

As he spoke, he raised his hand again and turned sideways, motioning everyone to look at the big screen.

The scene on the first underground floor turned into the scene on the second underground floor.

"Roar!!"

A roar reached the ears of everyone present, causing them to shudder with fear from the very soul!
In the picture, in the dim arena, the terrifying figure that kept making low roars and struggling to break free from the chains made everyone feel panic and horror from the tail of their spine all the way to their scalp.

The sound of metal clashing mixed with the monster's roar was extremely harsh, and many people subconsciously put their hands on the places where their weapons were hidden.

"Please allow me to introduce it to you all." The man on the stage just stood there with a smile on his face. "Our most perfect work so far..."

Almost everyone recognized what was in the picture, and looked at the black shadow with an ugly or even frightened expression.

"What we want is an 'evolution drug', or an 'elixir of life', not something that will turn you into a monster with just one injection!" said a man sitting in the front row in a gloomy tone.

"This is just the initial experimental result," the man said with a faint smile. "An A-rank hybrid possessing the Word Spirit of Blazing has evolved into an 'Undead' with its own self."

"After being injected with our 'evolution drug', he not only possesses a physical strength comparable to 'Deadpool', strong enough to withstand full-power rifle bullets and ordinary explosives, but he can also use 'Word Spirits' that are even more powerful than before the injection."

"However, once the injection is given, there's no turning back. If you stop, your condition will deteriorate quickly, transforming into an irrational Deadpool. Each hybrid can only receive one to three injections..."

As the man continued to explain, the young man reappeared on the screen, and the "undead" actually began to chant, and a large amount of flames were ignited like hundreds of tons of fuel.

Just as the man said, it was indeed Sequence 77, a medium-danger Word Spirit, Blazing.

Seeing this scene, the originally restless scene gradually became quiet.

Because they all thought of the real purpose of this thing.

Cultivate "death warriors" and "killers".

At this moment, the eyes of the people with ulterior motives flickered, but no one cared about the young man anymore, as they had already determined that he would surely die in the sea of fire.

But at this moment, in the red sea of fire, a shadow distorted by the flames gradually became clear.

call! !

The stumps and broken arms burned in the red flames, and the flame waves swept the ashes of flesh and blood all over the sky.

But in the eyes of everyone, those raging flames, when rushing towards the figure, actually avoided it on their own. The flames flowed past his sides, and ashes flew around him.

Only sparks licked the side of his face like a swarm of fireflies, making his expressionless face look like a ghost or a god.

He raised his head slightly, his pair of scarlet eyes filled with coldness, looking at the surveillance camera above the arena, as if he could see through the air distorted by the high temperature and through the camera lens, seeing them hiding behind.

Immediately, he stretched out his hand and raised it slightly, as if lifting something.

At this moment, under the gaze of the mixed-bloods, the scorching flames actually rushed towards him.

The crimson flames gradually drifted into the air, twisting and spinning wildly in the sky until the flames condensed into a ferocious dragon head...

Qi Xiuyuan waved his arm expressionlessly, and said softly as if issuing an imperial decree, "Go."

(End of this chapter)