mesbooks Chapter 222 Yang Xiao's New Body
Chapter 222 Yang Xiao's New Body
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Zou Jun huddled in the corner, his back pressed against the cold metal wall, his voice trembling:
"You... what kind of monster are you?!"
The person in the shadows stepped out.
It was the body of a young man—thin, but not frail.
His chest, abdomen, and thighs were covered with stitches, like a doll that had been disassembled and reassembled.
The stitches were fine and neat, yet they carried a sense of unease that sent chills down one's spine.
He is very thin, but his muscle definition is exceptionally clear.
His grayish-white skin was devoid of any color, like a specimen that had been soaked in formalin.
He walked towards Zou Jun.
Those eyes gleamed with a sinister green light, coupled with undisguised malice, making him look like a vengeful ghost crawling out of hell.
Zou Jun's teeth began to chatter.
Suddenly, the young man stopped, clutched his forehead, and his expression contorted in an instant.
Pain, struggle, and repression flashed through his mind, like different forces tearing at his body.
Immediately afterwards, he went berserk and slammed his head against the wall.
"Bang! Bang! Bang—"
Each impact caused the entire cage to tremble.
The metal wall was covered with dents and deep scratches.
"You... what kind of monster are you?!"
Zou Jun's voice had changed, and he desperately shrank into the corner, wishing he could embed himself into a crack in the wall.
"Don't come any closer!!"
He originally thought that the Xia Kingdom did not have supernatural powers.
But the monster covered in stitches in front of them was more terrifying than many of the predecessors in the Dark Council.
The young man stopped crashing and stood in the center of the room, his chest heaving violently.
Those green eyes stared at Zou Jun, filled with savagery and murderous intent.
Zou Jun huddled in the corner, screaming:
"Don't come any closer!"
......
Shentai Biotechnology Company, underground laboratory.
Jiang Chaosheng sat in a chair in front of the tempered glass, gazing at the scene on the other side of the glass.
Rows of petri dishes, sealed chambers, and experimental beds; sophisticated instruments flashing various indicator lights; pipelines crisscrossing and spreading across the ceiling like a giant neural network.
It felt like stepping into a science fiction movie.
He looked away:
"How is Yang Xiao?"
A fleeting, almost imperceptible pity flashed in Xia Li's eyes.
"Yang Xiao... is alright. It's just..."
She paused, glancing at Liu Weiqian beside her:
"Being temporarily locked in a 'sandbag' is a bit of a hardship."
"sandbag?"
Jiang Chaosheng raised an eyebrow.
Liu Weiqian took out a remote control from his white coat pocket and pressed it on the tempered glass.
The image immediately appeared on the glass.
A metal cage, and Yang Xiao inside the cage.
In the video, Yang Xiao is baring his teeth and brandishing his claws, threatening a young stranger.
Jiang Chaosheng glanced at the figure huddled in the corner, his gaze not lingering.
not interested.
Liu Weiqian pointed to the cage in the picture:
"This is a 'sandbag'."
Yang Xiao's body is too destructive; the power it contains will drive him mad.
So I specially designed this cage for him.
Made entirely of titanium alloy, that should be enough for him to vent for a while.
He'll be able to get out once he finds his balance.
He paused, a fanatical light flashing in his eyes, his lips curving into an almost insane grin:
"Sir, I have finally discovered the secret to perfectly controlling cancer cells."
Liu Weiqian's voice became urgent, sounding like that of a mad scientist.
"Sir, do you remember that divine bacterium? The one that was suspected to be a divine bacterium?"
It can lead those rampant cancer cells.
I've created a clone of the divine bacteria, although it's still in the experimental stage...
But judging from Yang Xiao's performance, success is very close.
He took a deep breath, as if organizing his thoughts or suppressing his inner excitement.
"Let me report to you on Yang Xiao's current physical condition."
The divine bacteria clone on his body, leading the tamed cancer cells, could completely withstand the high-intensity body I had created.
This body was made using vampire blood, mixed with Yang Xiao's own blood, so the compatibility isn't low.
He pointed to the dented fist marks in the image, his voice tinged with excitement:
"Titanium alloy. Sir, that's titanium alloy."
Yang Xiao could tear it apart with his bare hands; his body was already a formidable weapon!
Jiang Chaosheng narrowed his eyes, his gaze shifting from the image to Liu Weiqian's face:
"Are you using Yang Xiao as a test subject?"
In the video, Yang Xiao is covering his forehead, his face contorted in pain.
After all, his new body contained a clone of the Divine Bacteria.
As the manager of Zero Antique Shop, Jiang Chaosheng knew all too well that nothing related to God was simple.
Liu Weiqian took two steps back, waving his hands repeatedly, his smile somewhat stiff:
"This wasn't forced; it was his own choice, sir!"
Shirley spoke at this moment, her voice soft and slow:
"Sir, you know Yang Xiao."
He's willing to endure any pain as long as it's useful to you.
Jiang Chaosheng pursed his lips.
He certainly wouldn't doubt Yang Xiao's loyalty.
He just didn't want anyone to take advantage of his loyalty.
Xia Li stood up, poured Jiang Chaosheng a cup of tea, and handed it to him with both hands.
"Sir, according to the data prediction, Yang Xiao will be able to come out today."
If you're worried about him, you can wait a little longer—”
She paused, a slight smile playing on her lips. :
"Please give us more time so we can report our latest research findings to you."
In the Taboo Society, if Jiang Chaosheng is the father, then Xia Li is the eldest daughter.
She is very good at maintaining the balance in the family and knows how to make everyone feel comfortable.
Jiang Chaosheng took the teacup, but didn't drink from it; he simply placed it beside him.
"I'm not interested in your topics. That's not why I came here."
He leaned back in his chair, his gaze sweeping over the two of them:
"I came here not only to visit Yang Xiao, but also with a gift and a mission."
Xia Li and Liu Weiqian's expressions both turned serious.
Could the gift from the gentleman be something ordinary?
That's definitely a treasure that they'll take extremely seriously.
And... is the master about to issue a task?
Successfully completing the task means—
A forbidden item!
Jiang Chaosheng glanced at the cleaner who looked like a security guard at the entrance:
"Bring the things in."
Xia Li and Liu Weiqian both looked towards the door.
Several cleaners filed in, each carrying a sack on their shoulder.
Eight burlap sacks were neatly stacked on the floor tiles.
Xia Li and Liu Weiqian had no idea what was in the sack.
The cleaners are only under the command of Mr. Yang and Yang Xiao; no one else has any management authority over them.
In fact, the reason why the Cleaner was stationed at Shentai Biotechnology Company was simply because Yang Xiao wanted to plant his own informants there.
Two cleaners squatted down, opened the sack, and revealed what was inside.
Xia Li and Liu Weiqian's expressions instantly turned strange.
Is it filled with... people?
Eight people lay stiffly on the ground, their postures as rigid as wooden sculptures, with black snakes coiled around their bodies.
Their bodies remained motionless, only their heads were twitching incessantly.
His eyes kept rolling upwards, revealing large patches of cloudy white.
Liu Weiqian looked at Jiang Chaosheng suspiciously:
"Is this...some kind of strange disease?"
If it's a rare disease, then it certainly makes for a good gift.
Liu Weiqian now has an almost pathological craving for new viruses and bacteria.
A smile slowly spread across his old face:
"The pathogen that the doctor sent must be very precious."
I will study and ponder this carefully.
"No. It's not a pathogen."
Xia Li squatted down, squinted at the "patients," and her nostrils twitched slightly, as if she were sniffing something.
"There's a... very... very strange aura about them."
Jiang Chaosheng asked:
"How is it strange?"
Shirley pondered for a moment, her brows furrowing deeper and deeper:
"It feels somewhat familiar...it seems to be somewhat similar to the power of vampires."
"Remember this sense of familiarity."
Jiang Chaosheng stood up, walked to the eight people, and looked down at them:
"There is something from hell in them."
Xia Li and Liu Weiqian both widened their eyes in surprise:
"hell?"
Hell—that's something from myths and legends, a popular backdrop in religious stories.
Does hell really exist?
And right in front of them?
Liu Weiqian's breathing became rapid, and his old heart began to beat faster in his chest.
He was very interested in these "patients," but his scholarly instincts forced him to calm down and begin to analyze them rationally.
"They are infected with a virus from hell?"
No...maybe it's not a virus.
He muttered to himself, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the hem of his white coat:
"The environment of hell must be vastly different from that of the human world."
It's like a modern person whose immune system has evolved countless times traveling back to ancient times; even a sneeze could trigger a viral storm.
He crouched down, leaned closer to look at the convulsing faces of those people, his gaze burning as if he wanted to scald them.
"They may have been infected with something from hell, but that stuff doesn't count as a virus to hell."
Jiang Chaosheng's next words were like a thunderbolt, splitting Liu Weiqian's skull open.
He spoke slowly, his tone as casual as if he were asking what to eat today:
"Demons from hell visited their corpses."
He looked down at the stiff bodies, his voice neither loud nor soft.
"They appear to be alive. But their bodies have long been taken over by hellish creatures."
Liu Weiqian's pupils trembled, and his voice was dry:
"What...what did you say?!"
Jiang Chaosheng said:
"What I mean is—there are living hellish creatures inside them."
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