Looking at the blurred pool of flesh and blood, the faint red mist rose again, and the shattered bones were spliced ​​together, everyone felt a little suffocated.

"What should I do?!" Yueguang shouted, "No matter how hard you fight, you won't be killed!

"I've lost my spiritual power!"

Everyone looked at Sean and Alicia.

Both of them had solemn expressions on their faces.

The original assassination plan, although there were some unexpected circumstances, was almost executed to the siege stage.

However, I really didn't expect Franken's body to be so strange.

A true undead body.

At this time, Alicia was already considering whether to use the Philosopher's Stone.

Although Rabilins is not in Ocean City at the moment, but after using the Philosopher's Stone, he will still have a faint feeling.

Once used, the previous disguise is equivalent to void...

The "Wing Slashing Plan" before the lion slaughter came to an abrupt end.

"The Philosopher's Stone cannot be used," Alicia gritted her teeth, "and there is no other external force to invoke..."

The thoughtful female chess player has no choice at this time.

At this moment, Sean is completely immersed in his own thinking world and archive space.

The picture of thinking is frozen in the underground tunnel.

That huge fleshy centipede made up of countless upper bodies.

A strange thing called "Ignorance Sentient Beings".

Sean, standing in the Shengen space, pinched his chin and frowned: "If Franken's research and experiments are to create this miraculous body..."

In the tunnel, the centipede climbing on the soil wall, the rotting crocodile skull looked at itself and drooling...

"So, what's the research significance of creating something like this?"

A moment of high concentration, one second in the outside world is equivalent to one minute in the archives.

Pacing gently: "It's like taking apart all kinds of dolls and then putting them back together..."

It takes a lot of energy to create weird custom items...

If it's just out of personal bad taste, this is not in line with the behavior model of efficient scholars.

"What is it for?"

The word "custom-made items" gave Sean a flash of inspiration.

"Customized items?"

"In order to please a certain existence?"

Sean felt like there was electricity running through his body: "Yes! He did those things to please a certain existence!"

"What kind of existence would like that kind of morbid, distorted, nightmare?"

As if passing through a dangerous shoal, the boat of reasoning began to flow down the river: "The evil **** with a twisted mind!"

Before his eyes flashed the bronze pillars that symbolized the belief in the "Mother of the Black Sheep", and the totems on the experimental bench.

"Those things are done to please the corrupted **** of abundance, the mother of the black sheep who is in charge of life forms, reproduction and fusion!

"So..." Sean from the outside, watching his teammates with disproportionate firepower, was slightly tired, preventing Franken's unstoppable recovery.

"The mother of the black sheep gave him such power?"

Sean frowned.

The direction of reasoning is correct, but the conclusion is not deep enough.

Something is wrong, very wrong.

Where is it?

From the outside, Sean began to look around, looking at the shattered marble statues, furniture and glass.

something wrong...

Sean suddenly raised his head: "I see!"

His thoughts were instantly connected, and some of his thoughts were still flipping through old newspapers, hoping to piece together the truth. He walked up to Alicia and pulled aside the anxious female chess player who had been thinking about it: "I probably know that it is What happened."

The voice of concentrated fire overwhelmed their conversation, and Alicia looked at Sean in confusion.

"I made a mistake before..." Sean remembered the "Emerald Necklace Incident" on the Bronze Giant, "In that mistake, I once used a controlled undead as a 'mysterious legacy'. Look at it, so all the strategies and disposals have been deviated, and something is not right!

Alicia's eyes returned to calm, and she nodded: "If there is a problem with the 'assume', then the 'conclusion' will be ridiculously wrong."

Sean nodded suddenly and said quickly, "I think, I made the same mistake again this time, but this time it was completely reversed—"

"What do you mean?" The female chess player narrowed her eyes, her cat pupils light.

"This time, we treat a 'mysterious legacy' as a human being!"

Alicia was sluggish for half a second, remembering the various expressions of Franken, and suddenly understood what Sean meant. It was like viewing the illusion painting from a different angle and seeing a completely different picture.

The Franken in front of him is not a human being, but a mysterious legacy!

Like those broken marble statues and furniture, it is an artifact.

Because only utensils can be broken and reloaded.

They do not have the function of carrying the soul, and they do not need to be responsible for the destination of the soul.

And the human body, as the container of the soul, cannot achieve such an effect.

The difference is that those furniture are just ordinary objects, while Franken is a "mysterious heritage".

"This, it's not right..." Although she understood what Sean meant, Alicia still frowned, "If this thing in front of you is a mysterious heritage, then who is Dr. Franken?"

Sean's eyes focused: "You're on the point...

"Dr. Franken is in the mansion, but exists in the mansion in a very strange way."

At this time, with the team's less powerful firepower, the "Franken" in front of him has almost recovered.

"Sean, I trust your insight and reasoning..." Facing Franken, Alicia maintained her hand as if she was about to pick up a chess piece, "But now, we have an unsolvable problem..."

Franken has recovered again, without any decadence.

Alicia gritted her teeth: "To kill him, we still need an army..."

Sean's eyes were cold: "I have one."

When Sean was thinking, Mr. Wu You quietly withdrew from the battle.

He entered the laboratory at the fastest speed, jumped out of the waste window, and found the "inhumans" who were praying.

"As I said..." The two divine feathers activated as if the gods had descended, "The day of redemption is today."

The non-people gathered in front of him reverently, Mr. Wu You's voice was steady and solemn: "My people, do you know who made you to be what you are today, the culprit?

"It's the devil named Franken who is far behind the 'Window of the Past Life'." He pointed to the abandoned window leading to the mansion.

"He is the source of all evil,

"Franken is the source of evil?" Non-people began to discuss, "Is it Franken?"

After being brainwashed by underground religions, they only remember to atone for their sins and gain the opportunity to enter the "River of Redemption"...

But they forgot who really made them like this.

"God has punished you because of his anger at his sins.

"Today is the day of redemption.

"Dust to dust, dust to dust, the guilt must be reckoned with."

"As long as you shred and swallow Franken...

"The guilt will be cleared away."

Guilty will be purged...

In a sense, this underground **** is not lying.

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Thoughts on writing:

Re-reading the last few chapters, I feel that some parts are complicated, the text and arrangement are all, and reading for a long time may cause fatigue.

Complicated language is not good language, and good language should express profoundness with simplicity.

In the same way, complicated plots are not good plots. Therefore, I will try to keep the writing as concise as possible.

In the process of adjustment, you will inevitably be affected by habits, so change it slowly.

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