Feng Ling took a closer look at his body. Apart from the injuries from being slapped on the tail by the gecko, there were only dense needle holes on his arms, which were left behind when he was used as a guinea pig in previous experiments.
Apart from Feng Ling's own memories, the memory of the original owner's body seems to be missing in his mind. Apart from some common sense about the world, there are only memories of the child when he was learning to speak, and sporadic memories of being forcibly tied to the laboratory and imprisoned.
, the memory of the experimental scene was fragmented.
Looking at her fair little arms, Feng Ling guessed that this body was only about thirteen or fourteen years old. There was no mirror here, so she couldn't see what she looked like, but she didn't care.
And as she accepted the memory of this body, some changes occurred in the data card of the Blessed Person.
Name: Feng Ling
Identity: Failure-Pure Black
Age:13
Race: human
Region: Xuanmeng Continent
Kingdom: Hua
Specific title: Blessed One
Occupation: None
Level: None
Way of Heaven: None
Settings of the Blessed One:
Setting 1: You only have one life, death is death.
Setting 2: You come from another world, and you don’t know the development of this world.
Setting 3: The identity of a certain life in the world has been randomly obtained.
Setting 4: You have your own memory and the memory of the person being traveled through.
According to memory and the introduction of the "Xuan Meng" game, this is a modern society with strong fantasy colors. What is completely different from the real society is that it is filled with wonderful spiritual energy and turbid energy. It is somewhat similar to the revival of spiritual energy. The emergence of spiritual energy has transformed the world.
, making life evolve and even possess extraordinary
The power of spiritual energy, and when the spiritual energy appeared, because of the pollution in Xuanmeng Continent itself, the spiritual energy was turned into turbid air, and the lives corroded by the turbid air will show another state. Feng Ling thinks they can be called
They are called 'zombie' because they will lose their minds and are extremely contagious.
"The situation is not good. What are the favored ones?" Feng Ling leaned against the wall with squinted eyes. According to memory, it should be the year 209 of the Chinese calendar. The emergence of spiritual energy and turbid energy has changed most animals.
The gecko in the laboratory must have been modified, and I don't know if the entire laboratory has undergone mutations.
If he remembered the background of the game correctly, the year 210 of the Chinese calendar should be the year when players logged in. Thinking of players like locusts and their chaotic and crazy destructive power, Feng Ling couldn't help but feel that time was a bit tight.
"But it's not too bad."
A cool and gentle voice suddenly sounded not far from Feng Ling. Feng Ling didn't understand what this sentence said, but he was stunned and looked around cautiously.
Sure enough, she saw a man not far away from her. He stood aside. His quiet eyes were cold and clear, like a river, warm and dust-free. His temperament was particularly clean and transparent, like a gentleman like jade. His hair was tied with ink hairpins and white satin.
He wears a brocade coat with sleeves, a waistband with a belt, and complex white textures on the collar and cuffs. He has a tall figure and a beautiful face.
The man was dressed in ancient clothes, and his appearance was too otherworldly, which made Feng Ling feel that he did not belong to this world. In addition, although this body did not have any strength at all, in this empty and quiet emergency passage, once someone approached, she
It can be noticed immediately.
However, she didn't feel any breath, as if he appeared out of thin air, which made Feng Ling tense up and look at the man warily.
The man didn't pay attention to Feng Ling's vigilance. He just looked at her with his cold eyes. Then he stretched out his right hand. There was a white thread dozens of centimeters long in his palm. The end of the white thread appeared.
It wrapped around the man's right wrist, and the other end of the white thread began to tremble, actually levitated, and flew towards Feng Ling.
Feng Ling frowned and took a few steps back. Incredibly, the white line that seemed to be only a few dozen centimeters stretched to several meters long. No matter how Feng Ling retreated, it would always come to her and try to wrap around her.
wrist.
Not knowing whether this person was a friend or an enemy, Feng Ling did not dare to be easily entangled in the white line, so she could only grit her teeth and keep moving back, and even tried to grab the looming white line with her hands. The man just stood there and watched her.
His movements of resistance and his cold eyes were filled with doubts.
"Blessed one, I will not hurt you."
But after he finished speaking, he saw that Feng Ling still had no reaction, and suddenly noticed a purple light flashing through his eyes.
The looming purple font appears:
Setting 1: You cannot communicate directly with the Destiny.
He fell silent.
But Feng Ling still didn't listen to Yin Bai. Just like the previous sentence, she only felt it was obscure and difficult to understand. Like the whisper of a devil, it quietly penetrated into her mind, gentle and caring, and like a sacred scripture over and over again.
Replaying it in her mind gave her the feeling of being dominated by classical Chinese.
The man looked at Feng Ling for a long time, and finally walked towards Feng Ling slowly. Feng Ling actually saw a hint of reluctance on his expressionless face. He stepped on the steps without making any sound, and stretched out his right hand.
Just when he was about to touch Feng Ling's clothes, the purple light appeared again, and the lavender subtitles appeared again:
Setting 1: You cannot communicate directly with the Destiny.
Setting 2: You cannot touch the one blessed by heaven.
Setting 3: You must be truly recognized by the Blessed One.
His hand suddenly paused, and then he slowly retracted it, and with a slight hook of his right hand, the white line no longer clung to Feng Ling and flew back to his palm. Looking at Feng Ling, his eyes became complicated.
He got up, his face still expressionless, he just pursed his lips and did not do anything else. His whole person exuded a mysterious aura called "life has finally dealt with me", which even covered up his handsome face like an iceberg.
No.
It must be an illusion!
Feng Ling twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, looking at his cold face, feeling that this man was inexplicable.
Feng Ling looked at him and saw that he had no intention of doing anything again, so he tried to turn around and leave. Seeing that he didn't stop him, he really left. And the man looked at Feng Ling's leaving back, looked down at the white line on his palm,
Followed step by step.
The building tone of the laboratory is white, and it is located underground. The air is full of oppressive smell. After walking out of the emergency exit, Feng Ling walked for a while, but did not see anyone or any living creature. This was really abnormal.
However, Feng Ling also found some messy footprints and information scattered on the road. Based on the data in some documents, Feng Ling speculated that there should be a leak of turbid gas in this laboratory, the experimental products mutated, and the experimenter was
Infect.
When the situation became uncontrollable, the superiors began to arrange emergency evacuation. However, they did not notify everyone to evacuate. They only secretly took away the important backbone, while some unimportant experimental products and experimental personnel were quietly left behind. But the news
After the leak, ordinary researchers began to panic, which caused even greater riots.