Chapter 1765 Like a Knife

While Zhao Siwen and Ling Xiangsi were each harboring their own evil intentions, Ye Tianlong was sleeping soundly in Ditianju.

In his sleep, Ye Tianlong fell into a dream of a deserted island again, but this time there was no murder or arson at the beginning, no dry well, only cold experimenters.

In a frosty white laboratory, a dozen men and women in white coats sat upright, in front of them was a podium, on which stood a one-eyed old man.

Next to the old man was a recliner, on which sat a sleeping little boy, his hands and feet bound, with a dozen instrument ports stuck on his head.

Amid the whirring sound of the air conditioner, the old man turned on a large screen, which showed an enlarged brain, with a series of data next to it.

The one-eyed old man picked up the laser pen and pointed at the screen: "Number 81's body is tending to be stable, and all indexes have reached ideal values."

"His physical potential and brain are highly developed. In addition to his unusual tendons and veins, he also has a super learning ability."

"In other words, he can not only become a powerful warrior, but also an all-round genius."

"However, it should be pointed out that only number 81 succeeded among the 300 test subjects. In addition to the effect of our drugs, his genes are also crucial."

The one-eyed old man's voice is very majestic: "It can be said that the genes he carries are very powerful and excellent."

"Even without our drugs, as long as he is right, If he continues to develop, he can also become the elite of this world..."

"So his living example can only be used as a reference for the time being, and cannot be widely copied, otherwise something will go wrong."

"There is another flaw. Although No. 81 has become an all-round genius, it also amplifies some genetic defects."

"If he encounters a stimulating factor in the future, he may undergo a secondary change, which may be good or bad, and no one can predict it."

There was a trace of worry on the face of the one-eyed old man: "Maybe he will destroy others, maybe he will destroy himself..."

At this point in the dream, the painting style changed, and there was another fire rising into the sky, and the little boy ran in panic to avoid the "zombies".

When he was about to run to the dry well, he was suddenly grabbed by a bloody hand. The little boy turned his head and saw that it was the one-eyed old man.

But he no longer had the calmness on the podium. His body was covered in blood, with countless bites, and his expression was also very painful.

The one-eyed old man instinctively wanted to bite him, but suddenly recognized the face of the little boy. He gritted his teeth and threw the little boy out, and roared:

"Go... Go..."

Then, he picked up a gun from the ground and used his last bit of rationality to pull the trigger at the three guards who were rushing madly...

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Amid the sound of gunfire, Ye Tianlong shuddered, his whole body was wet, his head was a little painful, and his breathing became heavier.

He shook his head, then sat on the bed and panted. He was a little tired, and the things in his mind became clearer and clearer.

The one-eyed old man, who had no impression of him before, also outlined an image in Ye Tianlong's mind, making him feel that this damn dream was becoming more and more realistic.

What number 81, what brain changes, what genetic defects, Ye Tianlong felt that he had read too many novels and his mind was confused.

He wiped his sweat and looked at the time. It was already six o'clock in the morning. He was ready to get up, take a shower and do morning exercises.

At this moment, he felt his nose was a little hot, and when he touched it, two streaks of blood were clearly visible, which made Ye Tianlong frown.

Why is there a nosebleed again?

Ye Tianlong felt that it was necessary to go to the hospital for another check-up.

"Tianlong, are you up?"

When Ye Tianlong came out for morning exercise after taking a shower, Zhan Qinglou came down from Zhao Ditian's attic with a tray, as if he had just delivered breakfast.

Ye Tianlong asked curiously: "My elder brother is so lazy? The weather is so good, but he doesn't come out for a walk. Do you need to bring breakfast in?"

Zhan Qinglou ran over happily, picked up the tray and tapped Ye Tianlong's head: "What time is it now?"

"It's half past six. Zhao Lao got up at five o'clock and finished his morning exercises long ago. He stayed in the house to eat breakfast because there were guests coming."

She pointed to the attic: "He invited guests to have breakfast."

"Guests?"

Ye Tianlong couldn't help but widen his eyes, and asked with interest: "What guests? Are there any beauties?"

In the illusion that Zhao Ditian only had one breath left and could die at any time, except for Lu Yuanjia, Qin Tianhe and others, almost no one visited Ditianju.

Occasionally, people of prominent status came to the door, and Zhao Ditian also met them in a "terminally ill" state, and then went back to the room to breathe oxygen after chatting and laughing for five minutes.

So today, there were guests coming to the door early in the morning, and Zhao Ditian personally invited them to have breakfast together. Ye Tianlong was somewhat curious.

Zhan Qinglou smiled playfully: "What guest? You, it's better not to ask, it's definitely not the person you want to see."

Ye Tianlong looked unconvinced: "Is it so lethal?"

Just then, Zhao Ditian's voice came from the attic: "Tianlong, have you had breakfast?"

Ye Tianlong ran over: "No."

Zhao Ditian laughed leisurely: "Then come up and have breakfast together, and introduce you to an old friend by the way."

Amid Zhan Qinglou's playful smile, Ye Tianlong went upstairs, then walked through the corridor decorated with flowers and birds, and appeared in Zhao Ditian's room.

There was a long and narrow wooden table in the room, and the table was full of meals. There were two people sitting at the table, one was Zhao Ditian, and the other was a hunchbacked old woman.

"Brother, you have a distinguished guest, I am not qualified to sit here, I will go downstairs to have breakfast."

Ye Tianlong took a breath of cold air when he saw the hunchbacked old woman, and turned around to run out: "Goodbye."

My goodness, Zhao Ditian's old friend is Granny Sun, how can Ye Tianlong not run?

"It's not too late to have breakfast together."

When Ye Tianlong turned around, Granny Sun, who was dressed in gray, smiled kindly and suddenly waved to Ye Tianlong enthusiastically.

Ye Tianlong's face changed slightly, and his slender body instinctively arched up, like a sword that could be unsheathed at any time, showing its sharp edge.

It turned out that when Granny Sun waved to Ye Tianlong, Ye Tianlong clearly felt that a powerful force in the void grabbed him.

It was as if an invisible big hand stretched out and held his body to prevent him from leaving.

When Granny Sun saw Ye Tianlong arching his body, he actually stabilized his body and stood there without moving. His face was slightly surprised, and then he coughed lightly.

With this cough, Ye Tianlong's arched body was completely tense, and a trace of struggle and solemnity appeared on his face.

Although Grandma Sun's cough was careless, it was no less than a flying knife attack for Ye Tianlong who was fighting against Grandma Sun's pressure.

But after Ye Tianlong struggled for a while, he regained his composure, and then he slowly straightened his bent body.

Finally straightened.

Like a knife!