Chapter 56: Death

Hausen is a fantasy person.

Whenever he saw beautiful girls on the street wearing short skirts, stilettos, and twisting their butts and chests in front and back, he always felt a kind of boiling and impulse of blood.

Of course, what we refer to here is him more than a hundred years ago. At that time, Hausen was young, arrogant, confident, and also liked the nightlife of drugs and wine. Bars and nightclubs have become an integral part of his daily life.

Like most men's finale, Hausen got married. A few years later, he had a lively and lovely son. But he still had not changed. He still fantasized about his wife being as beautiful as Audrey Hepburn and as sexy as Marilyn Monroe. He fantasized about one day he suddenly became a public lover and being sought after by countless beautiful girls. He took the initiative to sacrifice himself and came when he called him and left when he called him.

This may be a fantasy that every normal man will have. Especially for Hausen, who is strong and has almost infinite energy. But reality and fantasy are different after all. Without enough money, fantasy can never become a reality.

He will always remember the day when he turned himself from a civilian to God. Or, it should be said, the day when he signed a contract with the devil Satan to sell his soul.

"Your genes are different from ordinary people. If you are willing to join us and receive the injection, you can get everything you dream of."

Two huge suitcases were placed on the table, filled with new banknotes scented with ink. Hausen, who had no ability to resist at all, rolled up his sleeves on the spot and took the initiative to accept everything in a urge and fanatic manner full of sexual fantasy.

He became a parasite.

He never thought about what this actually means to himself.

He got everything he wanted, a lot of money, countless beauties.

He also unexpectedly discovered that he had powerful power far exceeding ordinary people at the same time.

The first killing made him try the double stimulation of excitement and fear. When his brain cooled down from the blood of fanaticism, he suddenly realized that having all this seemed not as beautiful as he thought. He had become a complete monster.

The day before the nuclear war broke out, Hausen was arranged to enter an underground shelter with all his family.

That was the beginning of all nightmares.

In the dark and dark ground, they stayed for ninety years.

His wife grew older day by day, and his son was growing up. But Hausen had no changes. He was still as handsome and strong as he received the injection at the age of 34, and was full of endless energy.

The first one to die was Hausen's father. When the stiff old corpse was pushed into the crematorium and eventually turned into powdered ashes, Hausen finally realized what fear was.

Everyone will die, and only parasites who have received injections can remain young forever.

This situation is not unique to him. All parasitic families entering underground shelters have the same separation and death that must be faced.

They have no choice. The virus injected into their bodies cannot work for everyone. According to the asylum manager, they were selected from hundreds of millions of people in the United States through genetic ratio and blood sample screening. The most suitable virus Yisheng group for receiving injections.

Mother, father-in-law, sister... More and more urns were placed on the spiritual table in the room, and more photos of the deceased were posted on the wall... Finally, the white-haired wife also lay on the bed, and with the company of Hausen crying, she exhausted her last energy.

He began to care for his son meticulously. He was his only living relative in the world. However, he could not reverse the normal physiological limits of human beings - his 89-year-old son was still dead.

When he got the last urn, he didn't cry.

He envied those dead relatives very much. At least, they were normal and could be reunited in another world. And I could only stay on a planet full of radiation forever, living like a monster.

The only remaining expectation in his heart was that the day when the external radiation index was reduced to a level that humans could withstand, and he returned to the ground from the underground.

When the heavy steel door of the refuge slowly rose, Hausen rushed into the nearest city ruins, and in the most brutal way, he tore up the bodies of hundreds of mutants. In the soaking of broken pieces of meat and fishy liquid, he once again regained the feeling of rebirth.

A city belonging to parasitism was established on the ground of the refuge. The most powerful parasitism was selected as the city lord by the administrator. It is said that there are hundreds of such cities on earth.

The outside world is full of dirty mutant creatures, descendants of those who survived by chance in nuclear war, and a large number of humans who are called "new generations" by managers.

It was a synthetic life form that used artificial insemination technology to quantify the production of synthetic life forms based on the sperm bank reserved before the war and using asexual reproduction methods. Twenty-five years after the end of the nuclear war, the first batch of synthetics began to be released worldwide. They had the scientific and technological memories of humans before the war, but were forced to struggle to survive on a land full of radiation and nothing.

In the words of the administrator: "They are all sinners among human beings. Although they can continue their lives in the last judgment, they must find their own way of survival in a world full of darkness and radiation. Parasites are different. You are elite people selected by God. The city where you live is the legendary Eden."

Hausen didn't know how much such a synthesiser had been put into, and he was indifferent to it. He only knew that he was stronger than any synthesiser and could enjoy all kinds of rich offerings without restraint. Because, even the most powerful 9th-level evolved people among humans, the self, which was so powerful that it was difficult to resist, was enough to destroy everything they had.

This is also the only remaining fun he has in this world.

Lin Xiang sat quietly on a stone, as if there was a hot fire burning wildly in his heart, but he could not release it. He could only suppress and endure it, and held it tightly on the edge of the explosion. There was only the last layer of weak obstacle that could be broken, and it was difficult to stop the anger that could break away from control at any time.

Based on the various intelligences known in the old era, it is not difficult to distinguish that the virus crisis and nuclear war that destroyed the world are both masterpieces of the "Skeleton Knights" conspiracy.

They seem to want to create a whole new world.

Kill all human beings and create a new group of similar races to replace them. While inheriting the civilization of the predecessors, it also deprives the last memory of the human world. It uses the most brutal means to destroy the polluted environment of the old world, and allows the radiation-filled earth to create a new natural balance again in a quiet waiting.

Everything is full of opposing paradoxes, but it is natural and logical.

It was like using a sharp oil painting knife to dance wildly on canvases covered with various colors, scraping down thick pieces of dirt that had accumulated dirt, revealing the pale canvas background color, and dipping the paintbrush in fresh paint that had been prepared, carefully raising a new outline in the peeling blank position.

Lin Xiang stood up silently and picked up a beautifully crafted black suitcase from next to the burning car wreckage.

This is Hausen's thing. When the overturned car body pressed against him, he did not forget to throw it out of his hand.

I twisted the copper lock buckled at the mouth of the box, lifted up the lid, and revealed in front of him were dozens of glass test tubes with different types of labels on the foam anti-collision layer. The dark red viscous liquid swayed back and forth in the transparent tube wall, as if ready to rush out from the tightly plugged tube mouth at any time, contaminating the white snow into a shocking color of death.

"What's this?"

Lin Xiang took out a test tube labeled "Twilight Ruins, Target No. 6 Blood Sample" and approached Hausen.

"Samples, blood samples collected from various mutant organisms in accordance with the requirements of the Knights."

Hausen struggled to lean his body against the burning part of the car's wreckage, trying to reduce the pain caused by the wound. He gasped: "Not only Sosbia, whether it is new humans or the descendants of the survivors of the old era, must rely on the Knights and receive the necessary scientific and technological assistance to continue to survive. Of course, they will maintain a certain degree of independence. Collecting samples is only one aspect of their cooperation, and they cannot refuse, and they cannot interrupt this relationship. Without the Knights, any human organization in the new generation can only re-exploration of what others have known in ignorance and barbarity."

"What's the use of collecting these samples?" Lin Xiang stared at Hausen, but he couldn't help but think of all the parasites he had contacted before the outbreak of the nuclear war.

Mark, Chris, Oliver, Borg... At that time, their missions were also collected. Although nearly a century had passed, the mission goals of the Skeleton Knights seemed to have not changed much.

"I don't know either." Hausen, pale-faced, shook his head weakly: "I'm just an ordinary low-level parasite, and it's impossible to know more secrets... Ahem... According to my guess, the manager seems to be studying some new biological injection. It is said that the effect is much stronger than the old-style potions we have used."

"Manager?" Lin Xiang frowned. He heard this strange noun from Hausen more than once.

"They...they are senior managers of the Knights." Hausen, dying, was almost moaning: "Each of them has three stars or stronger strength. The management model is exactly the same as the army of the old era. The higher the level, the stronger the strength."

As he said that, he raised his only moveable arm and pointed to his chest with difficulty. The surface of the burnt clothes was sewn with a ragged rank mark.

Lin Xiang remembers that Borg, who was killed by himself in the old era, also had a badge with the same pattern. This means that Hausen, like his Knights, was both lieutenant.

The snow is still falling.

Hausen's wide open mouth no longer made sounds. The pupils fixed in the center of the eye socket were expanded to the point where they could not gather the focus of their sight. The red skin became gray and the purple lips were covered with white frost. Everything was indicating that the signs of life were quickly disappearing from this body.

For him, death may be a relief.

Looking at the corpse that was gradually becoming stiff, Lin Xiang suddenly bent down and pulled out the sharp dagger. The cold-lit blade tip was inserted into Hausen's half-naked chest. After twisting hard, he suddenly retracted. From the center of the terrifying wound in the triangle, a blood that had not yet cooled and could still flow slowly.

Take out a few empty test tubes from your backpack, approach the wound full, and press the sealed cork tightly. Lin Xiang took a last look at the battlefield full of chaos, turned around and walked onto the road.

As night approaches, the snow stops.

The slanted waning moon was covered by a light cloud, revealing the sharp and sharp angles on both sides, as if the devil's fangs were cruelly looking for the next target that was about to be swallowed and torn apart.

Lin Xiang did not alarm anyone and sneaked back to Yinyue Town from the small path behind the mountain.

Lying on the warm bed with thick giant rat skin, he soon fell asleep...

In the winter, people usually get up very late.

This is the most leisurely time of the year.

There are no crops that need care in the fields. The food harvested in autumn is enough to eat until next year. The various fuels accumulated early can drive away the cold, and the radiation is also weakened to a minimum due to snowfall. Apart from staying in front of the warm stove and enjoying the rare tranquility, people really can't find more reasons to make themselves rush through hard work and fatigue all day long.

Wang Biao's home is very close to Lin Xiang's hut. It is a mixed brick and stone building. The solidified mortar applied to the cracks of the stone not only makes the house look beautiful and generous, but also increases its firmness more effectively.

The house was cleaned up very clean, and the lime applied to the walls emitted a pleasant whiteness. The tables, chairs and various furniture were neatly placed in their respective locations. Next to the warm fireplace, there was even a pot of unknown green plants planted. Everything was revealed with a faint warmth.

When Wang Biao saw Lin Xiang, he was very surprised.

A few days ago, Lin Xiang once told him that he would leave the town to do something. Now, the young man suddenly appeared in front of him, which made him unable to help but feel subconsciously frightened.

There are light and dark checkpoints around Yinyue Town, especially on the defense tower in the center of the town, two Level 3 people with their special talents are monitoring the movements around day and night. No matter who wants to enter, it is impossible to hide them from their eyes and ears. In this dangerous world, vigilance and caution are the key to saving lives.

Lin Xiang quietly returned to his hut. In other words, his hiding skills and speed have far exceeded the sentinel's perception organs.

The level three evolution perception specialty is comparable to the level six strengthening human superpowers. They can detect any slight movements two kilometers away, but cannot detect Lin Xiang who is close to him?

"When did you come back?" the scar-faced man asked with the last glimmer of hope. He instinctively thought that Lin Xiang might have entered the town during the blank time when the two monitors changed shifts.

"Last night." Lin Xiang glanced at him: "It was too late at that time, so he didn't want to cause too much noise."

Wang Biao's rough face showed unprecedented solemnity, and then it soon turned pale. The eyes that looked at the opposite side also added a little bit of gratitude and fear.

If you can get such a powerful evolutionist to become a friend, the safety of Yinyue Town can be greater guaranteed. This is a happy news for any town citizen.

Wang Biao himself is a level five evolver and the most powerful existence in the town. Even he cannot escape the surveillance of the sensational elite. It can be imagined how powerful Lin Xiang will be?

What level of evolutionary person is he?

Why can't I feel the aura that emanates from him?

Countless thoughts were circling back and forth in the scarred man's mind, and the muscles on his face kept changing their expressions with his thinking. From shock to relief, from reverence to respect, even he himself couldn't say what he wanted to say or do.

For civilians in the wilderness, advanced evolutionists are equivalent to masters who determine life and death.

Fortunately, Lin Xiang is a friend of Yinyue Town. When he encounters danger, he will stand on our side.

"Have you had breakfast?" Wang Biao, who figured this out, breathed a long sigh.

“Nina’s polenta is very good, I like it.”

Although it was impossible to fully know all the thoughts of the scarred man, Lin Xiang could roughly guess some of the other party's concerns. He leaned back, stretched comfortably, and smiled and said, "If you can, it's better to have a big bowl and double toast."

The porridge is very sweet. For those who have no food and clothing, this may be the most nostalgic taste in the world.

"Do you want another bowl?" Looking at Lin Xiang who was burying his head and eating hard, Wang Biao couldn't help but feel happy.

Lin Xiang wiped his mouth without answering. He opened his pocket on his chest, took out a stack of banknotes that had been prepared, and placed them gently on the table. Judging from the thickness, it was about 5,000 yuan.

The scarred man frowned: "What does this mean?"

"I may not have much time to take care of the fields. Therefore, I want to buy some food with you." Perhaps because I didn't want the other party to misunderstand his intentions, he added: "I will not leave Yinyue Town, but I just go out for a while occasionally without fixed time."

Wang Biao smacked his lips, grabbed his messy hair hard, and looked at him seriously: "You don't have to worry about food. As long as you don't encounter any disasters or troubles, under normal circumstances, the production in the fields is enough for everyone here to eat. If you really want to do something... it's best to help us get some supplies we need regularly."

"Materials?" Lin Xiang raised his eyebrows and asked.
Chapter completed!