Non-human Gene Complex

"I heard gunshots and it was too late to get here."

"It should be Paul's people who discovered Lan Mu, but what about the people? There was no blood at the scene, and if Lan Mu wasn't injured, he couldn't have been captured!"

"Guide the way quickly, we must catch up with each other!"

After Deng Jia arrived, he was dragged by Fang Moqi and hurriedly pointed out the right fork in the road.

The three hurried into one road, but no one noticed a lich coming out of the other fork.

"I'll be in Lich form for seven days...it's really troublesome."

Lan Mu looked indifferent and stiff.

Silently followed the three of them, using their senses to stalk more than 20 meters away quietly.

His perception is a full 100 meters. Unlike the stalker, he can clearly perceive everything within 100 meters. His spirit penetrates any cover, penetrates into the interior of the object, and points directly to the essence.

After following the three of them, they kept changing paths, and for about five minutes, a strange energy suddenly appeared in my perception.

Lan Mu stopped, feeling the longing from the depths of his soul, he turned his head and got into the wrong fork.

After walking for more than forty meters, the corridor suddenly opened up. This is a wide stone room.

The stone chamber is very empty, and in the middle there is a big pit two meters deep, twelve meters wide and twenty meters long.

The pit was full of corpses, some of them were skeletons, and some of them were integrated with the ashes.

Bones, rags, stone locks, and wood are mixed together. This deep pit is like a boneyard. You can imagine how many corpses were placed here.

"Sixty-four..." Lan Mu quickly figured out the number of the dead.

Because in his perception, there are still black dead souls invisible to the naked eye in this stone room, floating quietly in the deep pit, densely packed.

Standing on the edge of the deep pit, one could feel the strong aura of dead souls in the air.

The weak souls of the dead rushed towards him as if they had encountered a magnet, and all of them penetrated into his body.

There are three areas in his body, one is where the soul lives, one is where the frost energy lives, and the other is where the dark undead power lives.

But now, a large number of dead souls are pouring into the soul realm, and it only takes one thought to be stripped and decomposed into pure soul power.

During this process, Lan Mu could feel the painful and desperate life of these dead souls, as well as the resentment and fear when they were dying.

As a lich, in the process of collecting dead souls, he can witness all kinds of deaths, and the huge negative emotions help him realize the power of death.

"It turns out that they are all slaves... The so-called Holy Land Aztlan is a place of sacrifice."

"It's a pity that these slaves only know that they are going to be sacrificed, but they don't know why they are being sacrificed... Life ends up being imprisoned for a long time until they die of thirst and starvation..."

Lan Mu struggled to sort out the dead souls of the slaves. The messy information contained only a few useful memories, and the information in the dead souls was mixed with a lot of negative emotions, which made Lan Mu miserable.

He pushed out all negative emotions and let them dissipate in the material world, while the remaining pure soul remained and merged into himself.

Lan Mu's soul was strengthened, and his brain was clear for a while, and the refreshing feeling in the depths of his soul almost made Lan Mu groan.

"Absorbing souls... seems to be addictive..."

The soul is more sensitive than the body, and the enjoyment of the soul is more direct than that of the flesh.

Not only refreshing, Lan Mu found that his perception distance has become farther.

The perception range increased from 100 meters to a little over 106 meters.

"Increased by six percent... So, the strength of my soul after turning into a lich is equivalent to the souls of at least a thousand people?"

Lan Mu tried to lift a stone lock, but he failed.

The stone lock weighs about twenty kilograms, and a normal person should be able to lift it, but his poor muscles are useless at all, and he can't even lift twenty kilograms.

"Sure enough, turning into a lich made my physical strength weaker than that of a normal person, but my soul has been strengthened a thousand times..."

Lan Mu recalled what he saw in the super USB flash drive. A certain novel seemed to say that the soul of a lich could be stored in a container to achieve immortality.

"Is it really possible?"

Lan Mu tried to pull away from his soul, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his soul.

He tried to peel off a tenth, only to see a strange mass of soul matter in his hands.

"Perception dropped by one-tenth, try more..."

There are more and more souls in Lan Mu's hands, and the range of perception keeps decreasing. He endured the pain and silently counted the proportions.

"Three tenths...four tenths...five tenths...six tenths...ah!"

When only four-tenths of his own soul remained, something went wrong.

It wasn't that there was a problem with the soul, but that the frost energy in the body rioted.

The cold current leaked out involuntarily, sweeping through the stone room, freezing all items in a thick layer of frost.

Feeling that the frost energy was out of control, Lan Mu hurriedly fused back the withdrawn soul, and the riot stopped immediately.

"It turns out that the power of frost is not possessed by my soul...it is the power of this body."

Originally, Lan Mu thought that the body was unimportant, and it didn't matter if it was destroyed, as long as the soul re-hosted, it would be fine to change it.

But thinking about it now, this body is the best host body given to him by the transformation ability, and it has the power of frost.

If this body was destroyed and he was forced to replace it with a new one, he might lose his frost power.

"Assuming an adult's soul strength is 1, then my current soul strength is 1064."

"When the soul strength was lower than 400 just now, the power of frost was out of control, which means that even if I want to store the soul, I must keep at least 400 soul."

"But it doesn't matter, as the strength of the soul increases in the future, 400 souls will not be so important to me."

"I can try to host some souls in a hidden place, and then host some souls to take someone's body."

"In this way, do I have two bodies? Even in the compulsory period, I can still show people with a human face?"

Lan Mu couldn't sit still anymore, he was suddenly eager to strengthen himself.

Not to mention the benefits of strengthening the soul, just the momentary refreshment made him a little addicted.

According to the fragmented memories provided by the ghosts who died here, there are many similar stone chambers in the corridors extending in all directions in Aztlan, and the stone chambers are specially used to hold slaves.

These slaves were sent to be used as sacrifices. For unknown reasons, Aztlan was sealed up. When the sacrifices stopped, no one brought food, so the slaves in this stone room were starved to death. die of thirst.

"Since this is the case, I should now search for these stone chambers where slaves are held..."

"After I have strengthened it, I will go to Fang Moqi..."

After making the decision, Lan Mu got into a corridor.

With a perception range of 100 meters, he found a stone room after five minutes of turning around, but at the same time he also felt the hugeness of Aztlan.

In the criss-crossing corridors, almost every time you reach the end of a corridor, you will face three to four branches, and it is easy for ordinary people to get lost in it.

Walking into the stone room, he was greeted by a mass of dead souls again, this time there were even more, eighty-six of them.

"This feeling is really fascinating and intoxicating..."

After Lan Mu absorbed a new batch of dead souls, his perception distance reached 115 meters.

"It seems that there are no side effects... Continue!"

Lan Mu walked into the corridor, looking for the next stone room.