i'm the villain

Chapter 367 Death Memory
"Then take a break."

Yang muttered and sat down on the ground.

But before his ass hit the ground.

Zhou Wen's figure appeared in the corner of the cell...

……

"Hi, see you again."

Zhou Wen walked out with a smile.

"Why is it you again?" Yang glanced at Zhou Wen.

When he saw Zhou Wen, he had a vague premonition that he didn't want to.

Because Zhou Wen held a needle tube full of black liquid in his hand.

This is a little different from the liquid injected into the yang last time...

"What do you want?" Yang narrowed his eyes.

"Why? Experiment, continue." Zhou Wen shook the needle in his hand.

"Again?" Yang's mouth twitched.

"Don't panic, you can't die anyway, you've already tried it once, it's just an infinite loop, just like when you play a game, if you can't pass a level, just try to die infinitely until you pass the level." Zhou Wen said lightly. .

"I don't play games." Yang pouted.

"Hey, it's just a metaphor. Anyway, your body won't accumulate any sequelae, so what are you afraid of?" Zhou Wen said.

"Mental burden, mental burden, brother? Are you going to make me die several times a day like this? Let me tell you that it might drive me crazy." Yang poked his head with his finger and said.

"You're already mentally ill."

"makes sense."

……

...

Yang also just said a few more words of nonsense, but he didn't actually object to Zhou Wen's approach.

Zhou Wen is right, as long as they are in the informal time domain, no matter how serious the consequences they cause, they will not affect reality. Oh, you are not wrong, the time domain is also reality, but it is just another reality that is different from the mainstream of time. The world, an incomplete time period.

In short, such an infinite cycle of repeated experiments may have a certain amount of mental exhaustion on the yang, but in fact there is no consumption of bodily functions, so it will not affect the progress of the experiment.

……

Zhou Wen controlled the magnetic device on Yang's chest, weakened the magnetism generated by the device, activated the symbiote activity in Yang again, and then slowly injected the needle of black medicine into Yang's blood.

"By the way, did you get any results from the last experiment?" Yang watched as Zhou Wen pushed the needle into the blood vessel in his elbow.

"Oh, that, it's actually just an early attempt, I want to see if the number of cell replication in your body reaches the limit and whether it will really die, so what you are injected with is to catalyze the cell cycle and high-intensity cell depletion Simply put, it is to speed up your cell death rate." Zhou Wen said slowly while pushing the black medicine into the blood vessels of Yang: "It turns out that if you really let your cells deplete rapidly, when they finally reach the limit , you are indeed going to die, and the symbiont substance does not have the ability to turn the tide at the last moment."

"So this is the conclusion of your first experiment?" Yang pouted.

It turned out that after a long time of doing it, it proved that he would indeed die.

What a piece of shit.

"This is already a good harvest." Zhou Wen didn't think so.

"Only by continuously obtaining information can we have enough data for the next evolutionary deduction and further guidance."

"Okay, okay, you are a scientist, you have the final say, just don't kill me."

Yang shrugged and said.

"It seems that you are quite relieved of me." Zhou Wen said thoughtfully.

"Yes, of course I'm relieved." Yang smiled slightly.

He was naturally relieved.

Your precious daughter is still in the hands of my people, can I worry about it?
"Understood." Zhou Wen just smiled lightly.

Although the words of the two sides did not make it very clear, they both knew the specific meaning.

"Okay, I'll inject every drop of it for you." Zhou Wen pulled out the needle and took a step back.

"How do you feel now?" He asked Yang.

"Feeling?" Yang twisted his neck.

"Nothing special..."

However, before he finished his sentence, the feeling came...&
……

"boom!"

In an instant, a pile of black substances gushed out from every pore on his body!

"awesome."

Zhou Wen took a few steps back.

And Yang was wrapped up by those black substances crazily gushing out of his body in less than three seconds!
"Fuck! What's the situation!?"

Yang himself was taken aback.

He felt that every organ in his body, down to every cell, was jumping wildly and autonomously uncontrollably.

These strange black substances gushing out from the pores were copied from the body at that moment just now.

"What the hell?!"

"Ahem! Vomit..."

Yang Zhang opened his mouth to say something, but a sense of vomiting surged, and he fell to his knees directly on the ground, a large pile of viscous black liquid spewed out from the depths of his throat, which looked extremely disgusting and terrifying.

These black substances look like liquids, but they are not attached to the ground or walls at all, but are flowing as if they have independent consciousness.

Soon, Yang's whole body was completely covered by the black substance.

……

He knelt down with difficulty, trying to stand up straight, but it didn't take long before he was completely suppressed on the ground.

Yang's body was still crazily secreting that black substance.

About a minute later, his entire body was completely submerged in the black matter.

……

All that remained was a pool of seething black matter on the ground.

Zhou Wen, on the other hand, stared at the puddle of matter thoughtfully.

……

Yang has completely disappeared.

Completely engulfed in black matter.

……

"Emm..."

Zhou Wen slowly stepped back a few steps, avoiding the spreading black matter.

He stroked his chin, lost in thought.

Then nodded.

No one knew what he was thinking.

……

At this point, the timeline is frozen again.

Zhou Wen disappeared, and Yang also disappeared.

This informal time field disappeared in a flash.

……

And when Yang woke up in the cell again, it was still the same as before.

The cell was empty, only himself.

There were still those few drops of cold sweat on his forehead.

The only difference is that he has another death memory.

"The grass... hung up again."

He grunted.

……

For those rolling black substances, Yang didn't know anything at all, and when he was completely swallowed up in the end, the feeling of death was completely different from the death feeling of the original cells withering.

This time, it felt like being completely torn apart...

……

"How, how do you feel?"

However, he was still not alone in the cell.

Zhou Wen came out from the corner again...

With a needle in hand...

……

"Again?!"

　Venom is about to be released, so I secretly imitated it, hehehe, it just so happens that they are all alien substances, and they are all called symbiotes.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)