non-plastic epic

Chapter 179 Kill the bud ([-])

The real scary thing about those tiny white worms is that it is extremely difficult to kill them completely, but only fire...

Other than that, those tiny white worms had no choice but to let their short lives end on their own.But this is when they are in the outside world. If they are still dormant in the living body, there is really no other effective way other than burning with fire.

And this is a "curse" that is difficult to get rid of as long as the gnats who have ever eaten cannibals will carry it.

That's right, it's a curse, a "curse" similar to cannibalism.Xiang Dongliu looked at the picture projected by the spar, and watched the tiny white worm grow from the original white thread, no, it was like a white hair, and finally became thicker, and finally gave birth to the little thing with initial instinct .

But the younger it is, the scarier it is.Because the smaller it is, the more it represents infinite possibilities and super-powerful reproduction speed.

Seeing this, he didn't even know that there were bursts of gasping sounds coming from Xiang Dongliu's chest.

Furthermore, Xiang Dongliu feels that the white worm... is actually not anything like a worm at all, but an object creature in a microscopic state similar to "mutated brain tissue".And finally, it has the instinct to reproduce itself and the additional super contagiousness.

But Xiang Dongliu didn't know exactly how it turned into the terrifying things outside now.But one thing he was very sure of.

This thing that looks like it's going to change three times is definitely not something that Xiao Wang just messed with and slapped his head.There must have been hundreds of years of qualitative changes caused by uninterrupted accumulation, and the just right Xiao Wang appeared at such an extremely coincidental time point, in order to finally put this hidden in the depths of the minds of every scorpion. The "curse" of the "realization"!
In fact, the real culprit of illness and death has always existed, whether it is a living scorpion man or a scorpion man who has turned into a dead body.Those "cursed" heirs have always been hidden in the huge head.

Just wait for a suitable, coincidental time. The "children" will suddenly "mature" and become a terrifying thing that no one can kill today.

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"What can I do? If it's not good, let these things have one and go outside. Then... I guess not many people will survive." Xiang Dongliu's head was unconscious, and he was empty for a while.As if suddenly rehabilitated, he said worriedly to Shibahuasheng.

In his opinion, what was born in the brain of this gnat is very incomprehensible.The negative effects of cannibalism accumulate bit by bit.While the gnats are absorbing their own nutrition in the "young" state.The "factor" of death was also drawn into their brains.

The specific reasons will not be studied in detail.Even so, there is a "black box" such as Xianxia aura in this world.Then there must be other innumerable and unpredictable things lurking there all the time.Those who wait to spot them for the first time are in for a shock.The kind of dead souls who take risks, because if one fails, the whole human race will be ruined.

"Brother Xiang, when you were silent, I was actually thinking about how to solve this thing that will cause a catastrophe if it gets out."

"Now I have a preliminary idea, but I don't think I can drag you to take this risk. So... why don't you let me help you escape first, and then I try to solve the tricky things here."

"..." Xiang Dongliu heard the words, and did not rush to respond to the eighteen painters, but raised his head and flickered his eyes, indicating that the eighteen painters' words were being taken seriously in his heart.

To be honest, people who have died once should not be so greedy for life. Instead, after knowing how to write the word "death", they can better live for the meaning of life defined in their hearts.For that one stroke, horizontally and vertically hook live well.

But at this moment, Xiang Dongliu knew very well that he had a slight worry in his heart, so he didn't need to make any excuses.This worry is greed for life... I feel that I don't have to do it in the heart of a mountain, so I follow some unfounded thoughts and accompany myself for the sake of the survival of the human race.

Besides, there is no effective way to eliminate all these horrible, annoying and disgusting things, except to collapse the entire city of rocks.Only in this way, only in this way can all those disgusting things be put to death.

Then the minds of eighteen painters, do you still need to guess?Ten deaths lead to no life, leaving no green hills behind.

"I know what your 'preliminary' idea is. It is nothing more than thinking about destroying those gnats who have been invaded by white worms, along with the entire city of megaliths. If there are still many black crystals in their heads It can be done... But what about you? Are you so keen to finish burning the firewood ahead of time? Do you just want to be like the sun?"

"I just want to ask you, you are so amazing, can you warm this cold and dark place that is firmly wrapped in darkness. I want to ask you, where did you put your life and death?"

"Brother Xiang, I..."

"Forget it, I respect people who put their own life and death aside. After... everything here is dealt with, let's go or withdraw, we will discuss again." Xiang Dongliu directly interrupted Shibahua The doctor said halfway through the sentence.

After thinking about it, he still decided to accompany the "past dean" who liked him after a few days of acquaintance.

This kind of atmosphere really made Xiang Dongliu a little uncomfortable, and it was a bit sensational, as if a flag was set up on his deathbed.Before the matter is done, half of the body will die first.

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Overthrowing the city of giant stones, and even burying those scorpion people who have changed surreptitiously can't be done casually.After Xiang Dongliu learned of the "preliminary idea" of the eighteen painters, he pointed out bluntly, "Well, it is preliminary enough."

"Let's not mention that the city of boulders has already been plowed once, but let's blow it up again, until the rest of the treacherous gnats will die together. So where do we get those black crystals? changed so much?"

"Even if Xiyuan still has a lot of stock left. I still can't do it if I want to blow up the entire city of boulders."

The Eighteen Painters listened to Xiang Dongliu's talk. At the same time, he expressed disdain for his own ideas but was not annoyed at all. Instead, he said extremely excitedly: "Oh? So, Brother Xiang should have a good idea. Say it quickly!”

"I don't have time to go into details, but you'll know by then. Come with me." As he spoke, Xiang Dongliu led the eighteen-painted students back to the direction they had come more than an hour ago.

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