Parasitic Immortal Cultivation: Race Clearing System

Chapter 111 The Zerg escaped from the laboratory

This is too decisive. With a wave of your hand, you won’t take away a single magic elixir.

Is there something wrong with this magical elixir?

Impossible, this magical elixir is very good, even if it loses its spirituality, it is still of extremely high value.

He said that he was born with his body. Could it be that this is the reason why this evil cultivator is so powerful?

This courage, this courage, and this mind made them feel ashamed and awe-inspiring.

"Brother, I understand. Master said that cultivation is not about taking drugs, but about laying a solid foundation. Now I finally understand this truth." Someone looked at Bai Bing's back and said with shame.

"One thing to say, this evil cultivator is able to achieve what he is today, and he deserves it. I also want to take the path of self-cultivation and become stronger by myself."

"Senior brother, you have finally realized it. Then let me collect the elixir."

"I'm just saying casually, I have to take this psychic object back and give it to Master as a filial piety."

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Bai Bing continued to walk forward, observing from both sides.

A quarrel started behind the scenes, and then a fight broke out.

He didn't pay attention to this because there was something stranger ahead.

There are bodies on the ground.

These corpses were lying in the corners and in the gaps between the experimental tables, and they were still wearing white and yellowing protective clothing.

But when he came over, a gust of wind blew up, and the clothes fell apart like burned paper ashes.

The man's skin was a normal yellow-white complexion at first, but soon turned black and rotted when exposed to air, and soon turned into a dry, pitch-black corpse, just like a mummy.

Yang Fei was shocked, "Is this the fallen immortal? It's really magical, it can change color."

"You know nothing! This damn corpse oxidizes when exposed to air. Have you never robbed a tomb?" the head cursed.

Bai Bing was shocked, shouldn't it be me who said this?

Have you also received nine years of compulsory education?

"Oh, are you shocked? These are all things I saw from the books left behind by the fallen immortal. Have you gained some experience?" The head sneered disdainfully.

Bai Bing said: "You seem to know a lot."

"Nonsense, I spent more than a hundred years studying the language of the fallen immortals, and my talents have been closely related to nature.

In this world, in terms of understanding of fallen immortals, I rank second, but no one dares to say I am first.

I might as well tell you that this fallen immortal also has the magical power of arithmetic. I have studied it for decades, and I can say that I have a few percent understanding of it.

You can say whatever you want about the sum of numbers within a thousand, I don't need an abacus, I can just count with my fingers."

"I don't believe it." Yang Fei thought about the numbers randomly and asked, "What is five hundred and seventy-two plus two hundred and fifty-nine?"

"Eight hundred and thirty-one."

Yang Fei was surprised, "Although I haven't calculated it, I feel it is right."

He was going to go back and make a calculation to confirm.

Bai Bing thought about it and nodded: "That's right."

The head sneered, "Of course it's wrong, how do you know what's right and wrong?"

"..." Bai Bing said: "This world has indeed fallen, but the senior is indeed smarter than Yang Fei."

Yang Fei was not convinced, "So what if I know this thing? Is it useful in combat?"

As expected, the head was stopped by the question and he sneered: "I'm just giving you an example to show you my magical powers. I know the big secret of this fallen immortal legacy!"

Do you know that this fallen immortal has a characteristic, that is, he likes to keep a diary, do you know why?"

Yang Fei sneered, "I know how to be a hammer, but I'm not interested. Who can write a diary for a serious person?"

Bai Bing's heart moved, "Why is that?"

The head said: "I have been deciphering the language of fallen immortals for many years, and found that these fallen immortals are afraid of something, that kind of power will erase their memories and drive them into madness.

Therefore, the Fallen Immortal Clan has an unwritten rule, which is that it must use words as a carrier to record important events as a 'memory anchor'.

If your memory is erased by 'him', you can use this anchor to find yourself.

Of course, this may not be successful."

Erase memory? Find yourself? Memory anchor?

Bai Bing gradually narrowed his eyes and looked a little solemn.

He had seen this thing from the Wuqing Sect's diary, but not completely.

Could it be that the reason why those people disappeared from this world was not because of these insect parasites, but because there were still unknown forces in this world?

Is it also some kind of "pollution"?

How much is still unknown in this world?

He kept walking forward.

Suddenly, his eyes stopped in front of a certain experimental table. The items here were very messy. Even the experimental table was mostly destroyed, and almost all the test tubes and petri dishes on it were broken.

He pieced the broken plastic labels back together and placed them on the petri dish.

【Suzaku】

[Growth stage: larva]

[Condition: Good]

This is a whole row of test tubes, from small to large.

Only the smallest one among them had a mass of dark flesh inside, like a dead embryo.

All the other test tubes were broken and it seemed that someone had taken them away.

Next to it are three rows of test tubes and a petri dish as big as a fish tank.

Spell out the labels, which are:

【青龙】【白虎】【Xuanwu】

He pieced together the labels completely and saw that [Blue Dragon] and [White Tiger] were marked with the word "Died" and a red cross.

However, [Suzaku] and [Xuanwu] are in normal condition.

It's just that the test tube shattered and everything inside was gone.

Yang Fei also saw it, "Why is there the name of the Suzaku Clan here? These people are so bold. Did they refine the Suzaku Clan into elixirs?"

Old guy, come and see if he is your heir."

The head ignored him. This little kid had a bad mouth. He was not as pleasing to the eyes as Bai Bing, at least he didn't curse.

Bai Bing was silent for a while, "Maybe he is his ancestor."

"Fuck your mother's bullshit!" the head said angrily: "You two brats can only bully me, right?"

Bai Bing had no intention of joking and said: "You are well-informed, but do you know the origin of the Suzaku clan?"

His head was stunned, "Do you know which monkey your ancestor turned into?"

It seemed possible. Bai Bing looked at the dead embryo. The mighty Suzaku tribe, at least that parasite group, might really have been born in this kind of place.

"Then have you heard of the Xuanwu clan?" Bai Bing asked.

He read a lot of poetry and books in Qingyun Sect and heard about many ancient races, but never heard about Xuanwu.

"No."

Did he die young after escaping from the laboratory?

Bai Bing still wanted to ask, so he heard the head say: "I can feel my body."

"Where?" Bai Bing asked.

If this old guy is resurrected, it will undoubtedly be a big help.

"It's that girl not too far away. She has found all my body and is piecing it together."

Li Qingsi?

Bai Bing remembered that he had indeed not seen her since he met her outside.

"Do you want to send your head over?" Bai Bing asked.

"That's all, it's not urgent. Let me help you see if there is any way to suppress the parasites first."

Bai Bing felt slightly touched. There were really not many people who cared about him in this world.

"Humph, don't be too impatient to be impressed. I just think you have a secret and I'm afraid your parasite will revive and die!"

Continuing to walk forward and passing through doors, he came to the archives room.

In other words, it's a studio.

The cold and decaying atmosphere hit my face.

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(End of chapter)