Dressed as an abandoned daughter of a wealthy family, she relies on metaphysics to become a god

In a small dormitory, it looked like there was only a boy lying on the bed, but in fact it was crowded with ghosts.

Those ghosts were all children about the same age as Xiao Mo, both boys and girls. Most of them were sitting on their beds, saying nothing.

The only thing Chu Yao knew was that these children who went to the "big house in the center of the city" did not live the happy life that the dormitory aunt said.

Because, they have all mutated.

The little girl sitting at the door had lost her eyes, nose, and ears. There was a sloping, bottomless wound on her empty face. That was her mouth and her only facial features.

When she raised her head and looked at the ceiling of the dormitory, the huge mouth would open a small gap, and the fangs in her mouth could be vaguely glimpsed.

Xiao Mo's bedmate was also a little boy. He was the only child who couldn't get on the bed. His legs melted, leaving a pool of muddy liquid.

These ghosts would not look strange if they had four or five arms or if they were missing any part of their body.

Some people even have skin as thin as cicada wings, and you can still see a few beating hearts inside.

However, they are different from all the ghosts Chu Yao has seen.

Most ghosts are aggressive. Their emotions will be distorted by death and they will become extremely paranoid about something.

Some ghosts are afraid of poverty during their lifetime, so they pester their families to burn dozens of kilograms of paper money for themselves; some ghosts are bullied by someone, and they naturally want to take revenge; as for those who do not want to leave the human world and are unwilling to be reincarnated, That's countless.

But this group of children seemed to have been drained of all their energy. They silently maintained the same posture, like solemn statues.

Xiao Mo is the little boy who just took her to the cathouse on the top floor. At this moment, he has wrapped himself in the quilt.

His body was shaking slightly, but it wasn't just because of the drop in temperature.

Chu Yao stared at him, and a picture suddenly flashed before his eyes.

It was also a failed experiment, and he escaped from the laboratory by luck.

His physical condition was already very bad. Xiao Mo didn't know what he had gone through, but judging from the blue liquid seeping out of his wounds, he had become different from himself.

"Don't go...they...are lying..."

After spitting out these words, he fell to his knees on the ground, and then he began to melt from the outside in.

His skin turned into mud and was slowly sliding off, along with his facial features and hair...

Xiao Mo was frightened. He wanted to put the boy's body back together, but as a child under eight years old, what could he do?

Seeing his playmate, who was a head taller than him, turned into a small puddle of liquid, this was undoubtedly a huge blow to Xiao Mo.

So much so that he would dream about this scene every night, and over time, it became his nightmare.

He could imagine that those classmates who had lived a good life had never left the orphanage at all.

They are hidden somewhere, conducting inhumane experiments, and will be abandoned if they fail.

The number of classmates around him was decreasing rapidly. Xiao Mo couldn't calculate complex mathematical problems, but he understood one thing - one day, he would also become one of the experimental subjects.

So what if it works?

What would a successful experiment look like?