Chapter 373 Deadpool Transplantation Technology

What is this?

A doll?

Or pottery figurines?

Su Xiaoqiang was very courageous. While her classmates were still hesitating, she had already reached the end.

The girl fixed to the ceiling is very close.

At such a close distance, the girl's appearance is lifelike. This is not a doll or a pottery figurine at all, unless the master's skills can make it look real. But compared to this, Su Xiaoqiang is more willing to believe that this is a corpse.

Su Xiaoqiang's eyes followed the direction of the corpse.

The area where the silk and satin hangings were criss-crossed was full of corpses of young girls. The Tantric people used some method to use them as rafters.

Su Xiaoqiang watched this scene quietly. This girl, who was only nineteen years old, seemed to have never really known the world until now.

Outside the busy cafes, movie theaters, milk tea bags and office buildings, suits and ties.

The real world.

Su Xiaoqiang pursed her lips, stretched out her fingers, and tried her best to suppress the trembling. Although she was so close to the girl's body, it seemed like a century had passed for her.

Finally, she touched it.

Su Xiaoqiang was stunned.

Fingers slightly lower limit.

Actually...it's warm.

The skin of the girl's corpse in front of her was as warm and smooth as solidified milk. Su Xiaoqiang couldn't help but feel an indescribable emotion in her heart. It was just faint at first, but suddenly it surged, and she gasped in embarrassment.

"Come."

Put a hand in front of you.

Yuanyuan said to her.

"I'll pull you up."

The warriors all reached the second level.

They looked at the vertical and horizontal beams in silence.

The girls with their eyes closed seemed to have fallen asleep, not dead. Their skin still had a touch of warmth. The ancients often used fine jade to describe the delicate skin of girls. The two are equally warm, but no one knows. How did the Tantric people do it? Not only did they use the corpses of young girls as pillars, but they also made their corpses incorruptible and remained fresh even after a long time.

"What on earth is this..."

Chen Jiumo murmured.

He no longer knew that this was the first time he had expressed such emotion today.

It is true that they killed many Deadpools along the way, but after all, Deadpools are just monsters, belonging to a different species, and the corpses of these girls are the same kind, or the same kind with beautiful faces. Seeing them being treated like objects, their hearts naturally rise. I feel like a rabbit is dead and a fox is sad.

"Human stakes."

Wang Chao said in a deep voice.

"There is a custom in my hometown that builds houses by driving piles. In order to make the house strong and weatherproof, some people will use an insidious method to write down someone's name, birthday and birth date on yellow paper, stick it on the piles, and then drive it into the ground. If there are living souls to suppress it, we can ensure that the house will not fall down for many years."

"You mean, call the soul."

Some warriors reacted.

"Um."

Wang Chao nodded.

"Calling the soul is just a matter of writing your name and date of birth on yellow paper. If it is a special Feng Shui place or a building with special functions, there is a more powerful method, a living stake."

He looked at the bodies of the girls.

"Corpses and souls, everything about a person's life and death, are used to suppress this place. No matter the wind, frost, rain, snow or changes in the world, as long as the pile of living people cannot be freed for a day, this place will have peace for a day."

The more everyone listened, the more they frowned. The methods of Tantric Buddhism were really shocking. What is the difference between the so-called human stake and the thousands of years of human sacrifice?

Su Xiaoqiang seemed to have thought of something. She slowly lowered her head and looked directly below. Su Xiaoqiang's eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the floor, penetrate the earth and stone, and look into those pair of dark, lifeless eyes.

"What's wrong?"

Yuanyuan asked curiously.

"Since it's a living stake."

Su Xiaoqiang said.

"So, what about down here?"

She pointed to the ground.

The warriors quickly understood what she meant.

With a brush, every face turned white.

Some people even jumped up in panic, as if the ground was a heating boiler, very hot.

Yes, if it is really a living stake, since it is used between the first and second floors, what about the foundation of this nine-story pagoda?

When I think of this, I shudder.

What kind of pagoda is this? It's clearly a mass grave.

Su Xiaoqiang breathed out a breath.

"Let's go."

she says.

"We will definitely collect their bodies, but before that, we must at least find out what is in this pagoda."

"So that they can rest in peace."

The warriors turned around one after another.

The last one was Yuanyuan, she nodded to the corpses of the girls.

"I am leaving."

"goodbye."

Coming out of the overwhelming emotions at the beginning, the warriors quickly thought of more. Judging from the contents of the note, it seemed that this place was a refuge, designed to protect mankind from the disaster of the end of the world.

Perhaps for this reason, they used living stakes. In order to make this shelter survive the crisis of the end of the world, they begged for blessings from ghosts and gods.

What a bunch of lunatics.

they thought.

The warriors originally thought that the living pile was the limit of what Tantra could do.

But it turned out that they were still naive.

It was on the third floor. Warriors could see prison-like rooms everywhere, with futons and incense burners inside, but they did not give people a sense of meditation at all, because the walls were full of criss-cross claw marks, messy, It's so complicated that one can feel dizzy just by looking at it, as if one can sense an extremely violent consciousness from these claw marks.

"here it is……"

"Where Deadpool is imprisoned."

The warriors had actually expected this. After all, they had encountered so many dead servants since they entered the Tantric palace complex. There was always a place to hold them. They had previously guessed that it should be in this nine-story pagoda, but now they only confirmed their thoughts. .

But what they discovered next was something they didn't expect.

In the central area of ​​the third floor, there is a huge room. When the door is opened, a pungent fishy smell hits the face. The warriors' senses are already different from ordinary people, and this time it is even more uncomfortable. When they finally recover, Looking inside, I almost wondered whether I was in a slaughterhouse or hell.

Here are the arms, here are the thighs, here are the internal organs, the heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys. They are piled up in a mess, and the warriors are stunned to see them.

But it's not domestic animals, nor humans. They can find obvious distortions in every part, some of which are simply Deadpool's arms and legs.

Chen Jiumo retracted his foot as if he was electrocuted.

They stood motionless in front of the door.

Yuanyuan took the lead and walked inside.

They looked at the petite figure and asked after a long silence.

"Sister, you..."

In the end, I still couldn't ask.

They wanted to ask why the senior sister didn't look scared at all.

But I always felt that it would be strange to ask.

Yuanyuan seemed to understand what they had not finished.

"Oh, you mean why don't I care?"

Rarely, Yuanyuan sighed.

They actually saw a look of loneliness on this girl's face.

"That's because I heard it."

Yuanyuan looked at the ground.

"They are crying."

Thousands of miles away in Kassel, the office of the Department of Public Information.

Fingel nearly fell off his chair.

What's happening here?

What did he hear!

"They are crying!"

Yuanyuan's voice sounded in his mind.

It overlapped with the words of the boy in my memory.

All with a touch of compassion and sadness.

Lu Mingfei was in Nibelung at that time and said he heard someone crying.

Chu Zihang looked thoughtful.

He looked at the girl on the live broadcast.

Have you reached this point?

The warriors didn't know what the sound of "they were crying" the senior sister meant.

After all, only Yuanyuan could hear it among everyone present.

But they all thought that Yuanyuan's words should be referring to the girls acting as living stakes.

If that's the case, yes, yes, they are crying.

The warriors walked towards this slaughterhouse-like room.

They paid attention to all clues and details and soon made a discovery.

This is the place used by Tantrics for research. Deadpool is not only their fighting tool, but also their research material. If that’s all, the study of Deadpool, although uncomfortable, in the end they are all It's just a monster. As human warriors, they can't empathize with monsters.

But the most frowning thing is that they discovered that these so-called research materials include more than just Deadpool.

There is also an existence between Deadpool and humans, no, between Deadpool and hybrids.

The warriors decided to call him the Half-Deadpool for the time being.

Their limbs are not completely deformed, and they retain more or less human characteristics, so they appear even more terrifying.

The warriors gradually discovered the pattern. The places seemed to be arranged according to the degree of distortion. The further inside, the more terrifying the scene became, completely challenging the limits of their rationality as humans.

Until, they see that.

That thing should be an operating table, but it has completely lost the luster and cleanliness that an operating table should have. Dirty blood is flowing everywhere, and the thick blood scab is like the chitinous shell of an insect, wrapping it. If you take a look at it from a distance, you will jump. The impression that comes into my mind can only be that of a butcher’s cutting board in the market, not an operating table.

The focus is on what’s on top of those cutting boards.

Compared to them, Deadpool, who has always been called a monster, seems as harmless as a little white rabbit.

Imagine an elephant's legs attached to a puppy's body, a cat with the eight limbs of a spider, an octopus's body merged with a lion's head.

Even all of these things combined cannot describe the things lying on the chopping board at the moment.

"What exactly is this!"

Chen Jiumo's mouth was a little dry.

He walked forward as if sleepwalking, feeling soft under his feet, as if he was not stepping on the ground at all, but on a carpet of flesh and blood.

Thinking like this, he finally couldn't hold back his curiosity and looked down.

The pupils suddenly contracted.

Chen Jiumo really saw it. It was flesh and blood, no, it was blood vessels, connected to an unknown blood vessel.

"careful!"

Wang Chao reminded him and reached out to give him a hand.

But it's still too late.

Unprepared, Chen Jiumo stepped on it and made a pop, like a grape bursting.

No, not grapes.

It's thicker than that sound.

A chill came over my heart.

Chen Jiumo slowly raised his feet, held his breath, and looked down.

The pupils suddenly tightened.

Those are...eyeballs.

What he had exploded with his previous kick was an eyeball.

Several warriors bent over and vomited.

Su Xiaoqiang's face also turned ugly.

Looking at it, these suture monster-like experimental questions have a common feature.

They are all based on hybrids, and then replace Deadpool's body parts.

For example, replace the hybrid with Deadpool's arms and legs.

But without exception, Deadpool's limbs are transplanted to hybrids.

So is this the purpose of their research?

The warriors didn't know enough about hybrids, but the people on the hunter website and the Night Watch forum didn't. They almost understood what Tantra was doing at a glance. In order to gain more power, the hybrids set their sights on Deadpool.

Of course, everyone knows that improving bloodline is the best way for a hybrid to become stronger, but this road is too difficult. From ancient times to the present, it is already the fifth era, and there has never been a case of a hybrid that has successfully passed the path of becoming a god. Road records.

In fact, up to now, looking at all the bloodline refining technologies in the hands of hybrids, it is not so much the evolution from humans to dragons as it is the dead end for hybrids to become Deadpool.

Let's put it this way, the end of all roads can only be Deadpool. Some hybrid scholars even desperately pointed out that the evolution of hybrids into dragons is a false proposition.

But humans are not a race that is easily defeated by difficulties, and neither are hybrids. No matter how hopeless the road is, they can survive. Gradually, some scholars began to think, since the only destination for hybrids is Deadpool, then why not just become Deadpool?

They turned their attention again to this sad race.

There is no doubt that Deadpool has crossed the critical blood line. In terms of absolute strength, even if he is S-level, he should not be a match for Deadpool.

But in actual combat, this is not the case.

Facing S-class, Deadpool is no better than the miscellaneous soldiers in the game.

However, there is a significant difference in blood concentration between the two.

So what's the problem?

It's spirit.

Deadpool's chaotic spirit simply cannot use their powerful body.

At that time, scholars were faced with such a problem.

Hybrids, Deadpool, and pureblood dragons.

Some people think that maybe Deadpool is a transitional state between hybrids and dragons. The critical bloodline not only exists in genetic blood, but also in spiritual will.

Like two locks, the genetic lock and the place of consciousness, seal the road from hybrids to dragons.

Among them, Deadpool is the one who unlocks the genetic lock. If one day, by chance, a certain Deadpool revives his consciousness, that is, unlocks the place of consciousness, then he will also have the authority to control 100% of his bloodline. .

That is, a pure-blooded dragon.

It's a pity that hybrids have never been able to make any progress in researching the Institute of Consciousness. The large number of Deadpool corpses in this room may be traces of Tantric attempts to study Deadpool's secrets.

Of course, all research can have by-products.

In many cases, the value of by-products is much higher than the research purpose itself.

Just like the tantric Deadpool transplantation technology.

They transplanted Deadpool's limbs into hybrids to create horrific weapons beyond common sense.

This was the birth of the Eight-Armed Protector.