Chapter 370 - 371 Genius Corpse

Chapter 370: Chapter 371 Genius Corpse

"In the final analysis, mortals are still mortals. No matter how vigilant they are, it is just futile."

From the shadow of the room, a Selin in a royal robe naturally came out, and the strange thing was that there was no way out where he walked out.

The head of the pilgrim looked around and felt that the temperature in the room was lower than that of the general outside temperature. At the same time, there were many cube metal pillars in the room.

These metal pillars are not simple support columns. Many handles exist on their sides, just like the handles of drawers. If there is nothing wrong with my induction, it's here..."

"This is the morgue, so the precious man who has been hard to find for ten thousand years is dead."

The head of the pilgrim quickly recognized the role of the room he was in. This is a morgue. In order to prevent the body from decaying, the room temperature is generally lower than that of the outside world. If the handles are pulled out hard, the drawer metal grid and the internal body will be pulled out. After a person dies, it is like an object.

Following the feeling, the head quickly walked to a drawer handle and then stopped.

He held his hand and opened it hard, and a corpse was naturally presented in front of him with the metal grid. If Hogu was here, he would definitely recognize it. This body was the Selin's body left after his 'death'.

"Tut-tut, it's simply a violent thing, enough to accommodate a spiritual body, which is actually broken like this."

The head's hand stroked the ferocious penetrating crack of the body, and his face was full of pity. This was not a false mockery, but a true expression. He really felt sorry. It is not in the history of the Selin people, who are enough to accommodate the spiritual master, but it is too rare to be counted with three fingers.

All the people who can have such talent are geniuses. The first person in the history of the Selin people was to discover the spiritual realm and the founder of pilgrims. At that time, there were no pilgrims or blasphurists.

The second is the brother of the head, the emperor who ended the religious era with other heroes.

The third is the owner of the corpse in front of the head.

But mortals are mortals after all. No matter how talented they are, they will die of old age, die of illness, and be killed. They are extremely fragile. The genius who found the spiritual realm died of the plague. The emperor abandoned the spiritual realm and died naturally. Now the owner of this corpse is penetrated by external forces and forcibly killed.

The gifted capital only shows that the starting point is relatively high, and nothing can be explained.

"...No, the plan still needs some manpower."

Thinking of this, the head waved his hand, Gu. Huo's body, like those bodies just now, slowly sank into the black mud below.

After dealing with these, the head of the pilgrim walked to the shadow area of the corner, and then it was very strange, but naturally immersed in the shadow. It was not obvious at all. Everything was so harmonious and natural, as if it should be.

When the head came out of the shadow, there was another room, a completely metal room. In the center of the room, there was a limb suspended, a shackled neck, and a haggard Serin.

"Serra, you're here."

Before the head, the Selin took the lead in greeting, and the head also responded to the other party.

"It's really embarrassing, Duo Gan."

"Yes, as a royal family, it is really humiliating to meet in such a imprisoned manner."

Dogong looked at the bondage of his imprisonment and moved his body, which seemed to have the intention of struggling, but soon he gave up because his fragile body could not overcome the cage that imprisoned him.

With a sigh, Duocon's eyes fell on the head again.

"Since you are here, it means that the scientific society has achieved results, right?"

"Yes, but our great plan still lacks some manpower."

The head nodded. With his promise, Duocon's bondage opened. Obviously, the leader had no extra action at all, which surprised Duocong.

However, if you can disassemble the machine, you will find that a quarter of the interior of the machine has disappeared, because the machine is damaged, and naturally it is not useful.

Falling from mid-air, Doon was out of reach, so he was hit with a little pain and grinning.

Because he didn't exercise much for a long time, his muscles atrophied a little. After several attempts, he barely stood up with a slight trembling. He saluted the head respectfully.

"I'm happy to help."