Global Erosion: Non-Human Claims to Be My Mr.

The information piled up on Qin Mo's left hand side was increasing, all of which were irrelevant information.

A quarter of the palm-length incense stick was reduced, and the time left for everyone was getting less and less.

Qin Mo put the information unfolded in his hand on his left hand again.

Qin Mo raised his head to stretch his aching neck, and his eyes were attracted by two bold words sandwiched between the pile of documents.

Create a god?

Qin Mo's mind moved, he raised his hand to take out the document and started reading it.

The more he looked at Qin Mo, the heavier his expression became.

This information shows that Yongye Junior High School is secretly doing something very shocking.

"Codename 4554 God-Creating Project" is a research activity about gods conducted by Yongye Junior High School, with the purpose of artificially creating a god.

Man-made gods!

Qin Mo took a breath.

Creating gods and summoning gods.

One word difference makes two things completely different.

Through the prayer book and the information obtained in time tracing, Qin Mo first speculated that there was a cult organization similar to the worship of gods hidden behind Yongye Junior High School.

Everything they do is to summon the gods they believe in.

He didn't expect that the people behind Yongye Junior High School would do something more daring than he had imagined.

Creating gods by man is a fantastic idea.

Yongye Junior High School is carrying it out in full swing.

Qin Mo's dark eyes fell to the end of the information.

There are two lines written in bold font.

"Codename 4554 God-Creating Plan" is based on "Codename 4114 God-Summoning Plan".

This sentence verified that Qin Mo's previous speculation was correct. Yongye Junior High School's original plan was only to summon gods.

Students like Gao Changgong might be the victims of the "Codename 4114 God Summoning Plan".

But under the influence of some unknown opportunity, the research direction of Yongye Junior High School began to change from summoning gods to creating gods.

The last line of the information is written in bold font.

【We have found God, and we will replace God.】

He knew that Yong Zhou was the god summoned in the Yong Ye Junior High School experiment.

Qin Mo was in deep thought.

Could it be that after Yong Zhou gained power, Yong Ye Junior High School felt unable to control himself and planned to create another god to fight against him?

Qin Mo thought about it.

It's really possible.

In the time travel, the first thing Yong Zhou did when he had enough power was to tear down the school building.

In a certain respect, Qin Mo has reached the threshold of the truth.

Suddenly, the rich fragrance of incense interrupted Qin Mo's thoughts.

Qin Mo looked in that direction subconsciously, his light amber pupils dilated and then shrank.

The incense stick in his left hand was burning at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Fan Du also noticed that something was wrong with Xianxiang, and said in a low voice:

"careful!".

"Something's coming!".

Qu Bian, who was closest to the door, seemed to know the reason why the incense stick was shortening so quickly. Before Fan Du could even remind him, he stared at the closed door of the archive room with a vigilant look on his face.

The five fingers of the wide, curved left hand are curled up as if holding something.

He was planning to throw out what he had in his hand once the door was broken open.

After a while, the sound of light and heavy footsteps sounded in the corridor.

The clear sound of footsteps penetrated the door of the archive room and echoed in the minds of Qin Mo and others.

The rising and falling footsteps, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, contained a strange pattern, and each sound made Qin Mo feel disturbed.

If you relax for a moment, you will feel like you are losing control of your mind.

It was as if the soul was hit by a club and I felt pain from the inside out.

Soon, the sounds of light and heavy footsteps stopped at the door of the archive room.

The door handle of the archive room went up and down, and the owner of the footsteps was checking from outside to see if the door was closed.

A few minutes later, the sound of light and heavy footsteps sounded again and gradually faded away.

The other party did not notice anyone in the locked archive room.

Qin Mo and the others were still nervous.

Suddenly, the papers in the archives room began to move without wind, and the pages trembled slightly.

With every silent vibration, a piece of unknown information is transmitted.

The incense sticks that had just slowed down their burning speed began to shorten rapidly again.

Fan Du said in a low voice:

"Oh no! These papers are leaking information."

Qin Mo stared at the trembling paper, a dark shadow appearing between his brows.

Fan Du's words had just fallen.

There was a muffled sound from the archive room door.

Snapped!

A peanut-shaped bulge suddenly appeared in the center of the hard iron door.

Qu Bian clenched his hands again, having just put them down, and stared at the door of the archive room.

Qin Mo heard the sound of light and heavy footsteps outside the door again.

It means that the person who just left has come back.

The bulge on the archive room door was also made by the man who came back.

This is not good news for them.

Qin Mo frowned and endured the pain in his head, pricking up his ears in alertness.

There were more and more protrusions on the door, and the flat iron door turned into a honeycomb shape.

With a creak, the door swung open a crack.

Qin Mo's eyes narrowed.

In the gap, a man wearing light blue security uniform and holding a stick-like weapon stood at the door.

The man was a security guard responsible for night patrols at Yongye Junior High School.

The security guard raised his foot and kicked.

The battered iron gate fell straight towards the curved edge after being hit by the security guard.

Qu Bian moved his toes slightly and kicked the iron door that was coming towards him back towards the security guard.

The iron door hitting the security guard instantly aroused his anger.

The security guard moved, and Qu Bian threw the thing in his hand away.

At the same time, he shouted to Qin Mo and the other two behind him:

"Quick victory".

The security guard casually knocked down the door of the archive room that was blocking him, and the heavy iron door was knocked down the corridor.

The darkness of night completely drowned out the sound of the iron door falling.

A black curtain unfolded from the spherical device at the foot of the curved edge.

Qin Mo knew what this device was used for, and he also had a similar spherical device in his hand.

Without the cover of a door, the security guard stared at Qin Mo and the others with cold eyes and scolded:

"Destroying school buildings and wandering around the campus during sleeping hours."

"Are you bad kids?".

"You kicked the door and broke it."

Qin Mo pointed at the door of the archive room which lacked an iron door and spoke.

"You lose money."

The security guard didn't expect Qin Mo to say that, and his expression froze.

The depressing atmosphere that had just been brewing was swept away.

Lose money?

The security guard's gaze shifted to the completely damaged iron gate, his eyes widened and his spirit was on the verge of collapse.

"Bad boy!".

The security guard's face was ferocious and a sharp sound came out of his mouth.

Then he turned his head mechanically and repeated:

“Bad boys…bad boys…bad boys…I found…found”.

Facing the mentally ill security guard, Qin Mo blinked innocently.

Fan Du gave Qin Mo a complicated look, then took out his whip and rushed forward.

The security guard endured Fan Du's whip and Qu Bian's punch, broke out of the blockade between the two and headed towards Qin Mo who was standing at the back.

Qin Mo's simple words firmly focused the security guards' hatred on him alone.

Qu Bian tried to block it but was pushed open instead. Helplessness was evident in his eyes. He adjusted his posture and attacked again.

Facing an unabated security offensive.

Qin Mo's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes dimmed slightly.

With a slight shake of his wrist, a sharp sword slipped out from his sleeve and immediately appeared in his hand.

A faint ray of black light flashed across the sword.