There are three paths before Tilowska.

One, walk in the direction that you feel disgusted with in your heart.

Two, return the same way as the group just did.

Three, on the right, there are experimental subjects like myself.

After just thinking for a moment, Tilowska walked to the right. Perhaps for herself, a place with more experimental subjects would be safer.

"Rumble" came the sound of explosions from behind, and Tilowska speeded up her pace unconsciously.

On the other side, the entrance to the laboratory.

Blue spiritual beings gathered around, Ye Feng's spiritual pressure was fully activated, and he kept fighting. There were already a large number of humanoid figures lying on the ground.

With a flash of cold light, the heads of the humanoids fell, the spirits gathered, and a burst of white thunder shot out. Several humanoids did not even scream in agony before they were pierced to death by the ferocious broken path.

Stopping for a moment, Ye Feng found that there was no human figure at the exit.

Have they all been killed? No, there should be remaining humanoids inside, Ye Feng thought.

I looked around and saw that there were cultivation tanks everywhere, and there was no direction. I suppressed the spiritual pressure in my body, found a random path, and started groping forward.

There's no way around it. Reiatsu is so unique that before you even get in front of someone, they'll probably know you're coming.

Ten minutes later, Ye Feng didn't know where he had gone. Naturally, he encountered a lot of troubles on the way, but he solved them one by one.

"click, click, click"

The sound of eating came from the front office.

Ye Feng had just walked to the door. He was just planning to take a look first, but he didn't expect "pop"

I don’t know what was crushed by my own feet.

The human being who was still eating suddenly turned his head.

Without waiting for the other party to yell and the spirit vibrating under his feet, Ye Feng moved to the front of the humanoid in a blink of an eye. The sword flashed and the human head rolled to the side.

Looking at the researchers on the ground, whose heads had gone somewhere and whose chests were empty, Ye Feng frowned with some nausea.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, a diary on the desk caught Ye Feng's attention.

A beautiful girl put her Zanpakutō into the scabbard at her waist, walked over, picked up the diary and opened it.

The first page of the opening chapter is about: I accepted the invitation of an old friend, and I was honored to participate in a top-secret project. God bless America. Although I don’t know what I am studying, it is better than staying in Florida every day to retire. Qiang, the person who brought me in was very rude, maybe considering confidentiality issues, I was put on a hood as soon as I left home. After a few hours of waiting, I vomited three times before I got here.

They all call this Laboratory No. 2. I don’t know if there is another Laboratory No. 1, and it should be underground. I observed from the humidity of the air that the researchers who cooperated with me were also very indifferent, although they were very efficient in their work. It's fast, but I'm still a little uncomfortable with this environment. It's very boring. Maybe it's because I'm getting old.

Seeing this, Ye Feng skipped some useless words and directly searched for useful things between the lines of the diary.

Oh, God, what was that thing just now? What was the hole in the chest of a weirdo with an evil mask? Why didn't such a big wound bleed and was still alive and kicking?

I began to think that I was doing human experiments. Under my strong will, the warden put me on the phone with my old friend. I questioned him, but in the end he convinced me that these things were not caused by him, but by him. Suddenly appearing from Brooklyn, he suspected that a mysterious organization was secretly conducting horrific biochemical experiments on people.

My mission was to study and decipher their symptoms, and I was moved by him. I couldn't stand the fact that the Millian people were being eroded by darkness.

I began to try to analyze these symptoms. At first I thought they were the product of genetic mutations, but I found out that they were not.

The important part of the diary was torn up to this point, but there are still a few pages remaining at the back.

A volunteer came today who is willing to receive treatment.

I was deceived, I created the monster with my own hands

I'm sorry, Mr. Aite, I didn't expect it to be like this. I was put under house arrest. I know too many secrets. I don't know what is waiting for me. Kill me by electric chair or let me become a monster like these people. If I can I am willing to accept any atonement for what I have done.

The diary is gone now.

Aite Yefeng thought for a moment, isn't this Little Baker's father? What kind of story is there?

It seemed to be getting more and more troublesome, so I put the diary away.

If I guessed correctly, Little Baker's father must have been here and received the so-called treatment here.

The person writing the diary should be an elderly man, and he is probably a senior researcher, or a doctor.

It's just a poor old man who was deceived, maybe with the attitude of saving people, but in fact he created the devil with his own hands.

Who does this laboratory belong to? Why did it create humanoid hollows? And judging from this situation, the other party seems to have succeeded.

And what is the connection between this experiment and those black bloods.

Ye Feng unconsciously touched the Zanpakutō at his waist.

"Pap" a small sound came from the door.

"Well" maybe I was too focused on thinking about things, and I didn't notice the motive until now when there was a motive at the door.

The spirit spirit under his feet flashed, and he disappeared into the office in an instant.

At the door, a man with an afro and big earrings wearing laboratory clothes looked nervously and excitedly at the samurai sword under his neck.

I was nervous because the tip of the knife might have pierced my skin, and I would probably die as soon as I went in. But I was excited because I didn’t know why, as if I saw something very thirsty for food.

"Hello," Tilloska greeted with a smile, but his appearance and the broken mask under his cheek made his smile look particularly terrifying.

Speaking of which, he was unlucky. He couldn't find the way, so he walked in a long circle and then came back. Just as he was passing the door, he stepped on a piece of broken glass.

"Can you speak?" Ye Feng opened his eyes wide and looked at the familiar human being in front of him. Isn't this the gangster who robbed Little Baker?

Looking at the large piece of mask on the other person's cheek, Ye Feng frowned.

In the flash of the knife, the shirt was cut into pieces, and the hole in the middle of Tilowska's chest was revealed.

"No, no, don't kill me. I'm a human being. I'm sick. Really, I'm different from those things." Tilowska looked at the young man who raised his Zanpakutō.

"Do you know what you have become?" Ye Feng stopped and said.

"I don't know, but I'm in good condition. I'm healthy. Please don't kill me. I'm a good person. I usually bully children," Tilloska begged for mercy with a tearful face.

Although he had gained strength, there was a feeling that told him that as long as he attacked, he would be the one who died.

"You have become Xu. The hole in your chest will gradually affect your brain. Don't you feel empty and lonely in your heart?" Perhaps Ye Feng was also the first to meet Xu with whom he could communicate, so he asked a few more questions curiously. .

"No, I don't feel empty, I am very satisfied. I like this country, I love this society, God bless America." Tilowska stretched out her finger to the sky, and then said hurriedly, after speaking, her eyes looked at the Zanpakutō from time to time.

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