Zerg: An incredible way to survive

I know why I felt a sense of familiarity when I saw this white aircraft.

This aircraft is very small, not even bigger than a car, and has only one cabin with four seats.

I reached out and felt around on the surface of the craft, and felt some raised lines.

This is what I guessed in my mind, this aircraft is powered by magic.

When I was about to explore it carefully to see what formation he was using, the man who was following me interrupted my exploration.

"Miss, you can't touch this! If you touch it, it will backfire!"

He held up my hand for inspection.

But when he saw my hand, he was stunned.

The magic circle did not leave any trace on the pink little hand. On the contrary, the place where he grabbed it was slightly white, probably because he was nervous and used too much force.

He quickly released my hand and began to examine the rune I had just touched.

There is nothing abnormal.

He began to switch his eyes between my hand and the rune that had been touched.

He didn't understand what was happening. He was clearly burned on the skin by this rune when he accidentally touched it last time, and the mark was still on his back. But why did there be no reaction at all when I touched it?

He didn't understand what was going on, but the most important thing was that I wasn't hurt, which was the best thing.

If I got hurt, he wouldn't know how to explain to his boss.

But he was still worried, so he took out a key from his pocket and inserted it directly into the aircraft.

After four or five seconds, an opening appeared in the cabin of the aircraft. The man leaned half of his body into the cabin and fiddled around inside for a while.

When he came out of the elevator, there was a bottle in his hand.

But at this moment, some tiny water droplets had already condensed on my hands.

Even if he had looked carefully just now, he would only think that my palms were sweaty. But now, there was something wrong with the thin layer of water film on my hands. Moreover, the color of the water droplets was still changing, and the color began to gradually deepen, as if I was wearing a pair of transparent gloves on my hands, but this glove only had the palm side.

I saw the man turned around and walked towards me.

I quickly put my hands behind my back.

He said, "Miss, you just touched that magic circle. I'm worried that your hand might be injured. I have some medicine here. Apply it on your hand. Even if other problems arise later, this medicine can help your hand recover."

As he said that, he opened the bottle. I took a look at the liquid inside the bottle. It was dark green and smelled like grass. This should be their homemade ointment.

I slowly put my hand into my pocket, then waved my other hand and said.

"No, my skin is sensitive and I can't use things of unknown origin."

I found the simplest excuse. When the man opposite me saw that I was just trying to answer him in this way, he didn't know what to say for a moment. He could only screw the bottle shut and put it in his pocket.

At this point, I asked him again, "When are we taking off? Are you taking me alone? Or will someone else be with me?"

At this time, the protection level of the aircraft was very high, and it did not look like the technology that humans could possess. When I touched those runes just now, I didn’t realize there was any problem. It was not until my hands began to decompose and repair themselves that I realized that the runes on it were decomposition runes.

The material that can decompose and store all the energy and withstand such a rune should not be cheap. The person who made it must be an absolute genius, and most likely not a human.

The man replied, "Well, wait a little longer. Once the pilot of this aircraft arrives, we can fly to Black City."

He pulled out a cell phone from his pocket and began rummaging through it, then walked aside and started making calls.

Seeing that he didn't ask me about my hand, I stopped paying attention to him and took out my hand that had the abnormality and started examining it.

The place where the hand touched the rune was completely covered by a substance like a water film, and the color was gradually deepening, from being transparent just now to becoming somewhat blurry.

I pinched the water film with my other intact hand and found that the water film could actually feedback the touch to me. I tried again and found that my hand could still be controlled and bent normally.

When I tried to peel off this layer of translucent substance, I found that it was actually stuck to my right hand and fit tightly to the skin. After scratching it for a while, my hand just felt itchy.

There is no better way. I can only wait until I leave here and then find a way to restore my hand.

Fortunately, the area covered by the water film was not large, only on the fingertips and palms, and the shape looked vaguely like a symbol. I looked at it for a long time but couldn't recognize what the symbol was.

Fortunately, as long as you clench your hands into fists, most of the leaking substances can be blocked inside your hands.

I continued to stand next to the aircraft, pretending to observe the surface of the aircraft carefully, but I was always searching my memory to see if there was any way to remove the layer of substance attached to my hands.

This thing looks like something growing directly from the hand. If seen by some extreme racists, they might doubt the identity of human beings.

But I don’t know if the man in front of me is that kind of person, so I dare not expose myself in front of him.

I stood there for more than ten minutes. The man next to me saw that something was wrong, so he hurriedly came up to me and waved his hand in front of me.

After a few minutes, I came out of that huge memory and saw a hand waving in front of me.

I slapped away the hand waving in front of me and looked at the man next to me.

"Is there a problem?"

The man was choked by my words and didn't know how to respond for a moment.

Suddenly, it seemed as if he had an idea, and he thought of a good gift and couldn't help but speak.

"Oh, by the way, I just called the pilot of the aircraft and he came over soon. We made some preparations and came over here to put on the equipment."

After saying this, he couldn't help but feel relieved.

Then he took me to a room in a corner of the factory, rummaged through his pockets, took out a large bunch of things, and fumbled around in them for a while, as if he was looking for the corresponding key.