Chapter 335

President Wang, dressed in a white coat and a pair of white gloves, walked around the room very seriously.

Carefully check every precision instrument.

White gloves carefully electrify those instruments and test their function.

"The family surnamed Bai and the Zombie King are all qualified to accept experiments in this room. It is very simple for us to explore the real core data of powers and zombies and create gods."

President Wang's eyes full of wind and frost looked straight at each precision instrument, with a trace of excitement in his voice.

Soon, gods will be created soon.

Not only his son, he can easily create more gods.

What if there is no power? Then he will be the creator and creator God.

Wang Ge sat in the chair without expression, and let president Wang look forward to it without saying a word.

It doesn't matter to him whether he studies powers or zombies.

He just wanted everyone to feel the pain he had suffered like him.

Turning the world into hell seems to be a very interesting thing.

"The creation of God is something that our ancestors have been longing for and yearning for. I didn't expect that it will become a reality in my generation."

President Wang carefully picked up the ancient books from his pocket, and his gloved fingers trembled.

The sound of the paper being turned.

President Wang's old eyes fell on one page.

Above is a picture.

This book is a copy of an ancient book. It looks a little blurred.

Vaguely visible is a portrait of a strange creature.

The creature has a naked face and a body like a dragon and a snake.

Just a copy of the image, the vicissitudes of history, with a kind of pressure that human beings can't look directly at.

There are some vague words under the portrait, which can vaguely see what is written.

The God of Zhongshan, named candle Yin, is regarded as day, night, winter and summer. He doesn't drink, eat, rest and wind. He is thousands of miles long.

President Wang looked at the portrait above. The whole person was a little crazy.

"Soon, soon. The weather is favorable and the people are harmonious. God is coming to the world."

When President Wang said this, the whole person was trembling. Obviously, he was crazy about the portrait. When he said this, he was facing Wang Ge.

Wang Ge looked at the crazy old man without expression, and his empty eyes moved slightly.

"What did you put in my head?"

Wang Ge asked as if unintentionally.

He could feel something in his head. Before the end of the world broke out, he went to a big hospital to take a film to see what was in his head.

Unfortunately, no matter which hospital, it can not give a clear answer.

All the films are blurred, about the size of your thumb.

Some doctors say it may be a tumor, others say it may be a blood clot.

Whatever it is, the conclusion is that it cannot be removed by craniotomy.

Because it's in the hypothalamus, craniotomy is too dangerous.

No hospital is willing to do the operation.

Wang Ge's eyes were deep.

Such craniotomy has been performed many times by his so-called father, President Wang.

All the people who underwent the operation were his sons.

"Let go of what can make you a God."

Through Wang Ge's eyes, President Wang seems to see the future of a God.

Wang Ge glanced at the books in Dean Wang's hand. There was a touch of hostility in his eyes. He seemed to be a little agitated. He stood up and walked out.

"Wang Ge, your injury hasn't recovered yet. Remember to absorb the crystal nucleus and recover your internal injury."

Looking at Wang Ge's back, President Wang quickly added a word.

Last time Wang Ge came out of the zombie village, he suffered a very serious internal injury.

Especially brain waves, become very disordered.

If you force the zombie to explode, your brain will be damaged.

Wang Ge's brain is the hope and inheritance of Hua Tuo for thousands of years.

In any case, it cannot be damaged.

Wang Ge did not respond to President Wang's words and went straight away.

Because he understood that President Wang cared about him not because he was his son, but because of what was in his mind.

Wang Ge came to his room angrily and threw himself on the bed.

President Wang did not say, but vaguely guessed what it was.

Before the end of the world, he didn't understand what it was. After the end of the world, he understood.

It must be a crystal nucleus.

Powers, mutant animals, and Zombies all have nuclei in their brains.

Before the end of the world, although he could sense things with brain waves and use powers, it was too weak.

Compared with ordinary people, it is only a little powerful.

After the end of the world, his power began to rise crazily.

The energy in his brain is no different from that of a power.

This shows that his so-called father opened his brain and put a crystal nucleus into it.

But at that time, there was no end, no zombies, no powers.

Isn't the crystal core in President Wang's hand inherited from his ancestors?

Wang Ge's eyes narrowed dangerously and pinched an ordinary crystal core in his hand.

All crystal nuclei, as long as they are dug out of the body, can no longer inject energy into it.

The nucleus will volatilize the internal energy bit by bit, and then turn into waste residue.

This will be a long process.

According to the research of this damn Institute, an ordinary crystal core will not become waste residue until a hundred years later.

The higher the grade of crystal nucleus, the longer the existence time.

Wang Ge's eyes looked at the portrait pasted on the wall.

In his room, some strange portraits were pasted, all of which were posted by President Wang.

They are human faced snake gods or human faced dragon monsters.

It is the legendary appearance of candle nine Yin.

Wang Ge dangerously hooked the corner of his mouth.

Hehe, his so-called father is really some wishful thinking.

Did he think the gods he created would really listen to him?

When the God becomes a God, who knows if the God will destroy the creator?

Wang Ge took a cold look at the direction of President Wang's room. His eyes were colder than snakes.

……

Zombie village.

Another few days have passed.

In the cold night, the rotten meat on the white face became less and less, and the place with rotten meat even began to form a layer of dark brown scab.

The blood flowing out of him was no longer black, but light brown.

Between red and black.

Cold night White's impulse to blood is becoming weaker and weaker. It is no longer the same as before. When he smells the smell of people, he can't control the raging rage in his brain.

Leng Yebai moved a chair and lay in the lounge chair to bask in the sun in the yard.

Looking at the blazing sun, he could feel a little warmth.

Consciousness is recovering little by little.

He understood that he was really about to become human.

Cozy squinting, enjoying the sun's bath.

Vaguely, he could feel a figure in front of him, blocking the warm sun.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Zhang Yiming.

"Let me stay out of the sun."

The cold night opened his eyes lazily, waved weakly, and asked Zhang Yiming not to block himself from the sun.

There is still rotten meat on the body. As long as there is rotten meat, there will be a rotten smell, just like the smell of a zombie.

Lengyebai doesn't want to have such a bad smell. She basks in the sun in the yard every day.

Afraid of white ramie.

Zhang Yiming glanced at the lazy cold night white and silently took two steps aside.

"I'll take some blood for test."

Zhang Yiming calmly took out a needle thicker than Bai Yifan's arm.

Cold night white: