the lamb that destroyed the altar

After putting away the things in his hand, Mu Ling looked at the time clearly displayed on the wall.Personal electronic items, including watches, are not allowed in this lab.It's around four o'clock in the afternoon, and that person should have woken up too.

He has been here for a long time. It has been eight years since he entered here at the age of 21.He didn't know how long he had to stay here, but even if he went back, he would not be the same as before.

Those potions filling the space are his crimes.He is now the cold-blooded, ruthless, anti-social and loyal alien in those people's mouths!A trace of sarcasm flashed in Mu Ling's eyes, but he would not regret his choice. Being a loner, he didn't care about anything other than his own mission.

Mu Ling glanced at her hands, took off the gloves on her hands, and changed into a new pair.

Now, he should take a look at his No. 11 experimental subject, that man with an extremely strong desire to survive.Sometimes Mu Ling really wanted to get rid of him, living in pain, being constantly experimented with new medicines by him.What made him persist in his broken body stimulated by drugs?

Although he didn't know how far this man would go, Mu Ling still increased his favorability for his strength, at least trying his best to keep him alive.It was the hatred in that man's eyes that made Mu Ling's lips curl up in sarcasm.Yuanmeng people, huh.

There are two organizations of ability users in this country, the official Yuanmeng, and the heretic Alienmeng.That alien alliance is actually a world of fanatics who pursue strength, are keen on violence and blood, and are called anti-social.The Alien League has a small number of people but it is particularly secretive. Although it has been completely hidden now, it is like an untimely rape, and danger will appear at any time.

Of course, what scares Yuanmeng people the most is the various potions researched by Yimeng, which is why they must control Yimeng.

The door slid open silently, and Mu Ling walked in softly.

This is a room similar to a small hotel outside. There is nothing but a bed, a wardrobe and a cubicle for washing. It is Mu Ling's room specially reserved for NO.11.It is much better than the collective space that other experimental subjects are in.

The moment Mu Ling stepped into the room, the man suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the person who came, with undisguised killing intent in his eyes.

However, Mu Ling couldn't react to that deep-seated killing intent. With NO.11's current body, it is difficult to stand up, let alone attack him.Of course, more importantly, this person is not an idiot.

Mu Ling approached indifferently, and the atmosphere became even more stagnant. It seemed that NO.11 was recovering well.

After checking the state of this person, Mu Ling turned and left. He didn't want to waste his time here.It is not bad to let this person survive. Of course, it will become more and more difficult to live in the future. After all, there is still an experimental subject here with a very high mortality rate, which is really eye-catching.

"and many more……"

The hoarse voice stopped Mu Ling from continuing. He turned around, looked at No. 11 lying on the bed with cold eyes, and did not speak.

"Why?" NO.11 turned his head to the side, the person standing at the door.Even though his hands were stained with the blood of an unknown number of people, his temperament was still clean.In other words, he didn't regard those dead people as life at all.But why would such a person save himself?Even he himself thought he would not be able to survive.