Taking advantage of Jiang Liubing's time to heal his wounds, Xia Wushuang did something very outrageous. Even the little friend who liked him the most was stunned, and then his eyes were full of disgust when he looked at him.

Then what is Xia Wushuang doing? Yes, you are reading it right. He is using a sharp Tang sword to dissect the smelly corpse of the Feishui warrior; and chop them from head to toe, dividing them into piles of palm-sized corpses.

"Brother, don't whip the corpse! This smell... well... I'll go!" Quartz man covered his nose with his hands and wailed randomly. The stench in the air became more and more intense due to the dissection of the fat water warrior, almost suffocating him.

"You know what's the matter." Xia Wushuang spitted on the quartz man's face. He dissected the fat water warrior, of course not to vent his anger, but to try his luck to see if he could find a few magic runes engraved in its body by the ghost of the underworld.

Like the Feishui Warrior, creatures synthesized with undead magic are impossible to have souls in most cases. Therefore, if the undead mages want them to have the ability to use magic, they can only inscribe runes in their bodies.

Now that Xia Wushuang has made a small holy grail, as long as he does not squander his magic power, he will not be exhausted. Therefore, he is now in a hurry to enrich his skill reserves to improve his magic use and overall strength.

Hard work pays off. Xia Wushuang tinkered for a few minutes and finally found four pieces of minced meat with magic runes tattooed on the chest of the fat warrior.

But what made him feel a little embarrassed was that three of the four pieces of minced meat were so eroded; the remaining one was a ring-shaped rune engraved on it.

"Will you win the jackpot... No. 7, come out and take a look. This thing seems to be the aura skill of a fat warrior?!" Seeing the ring-shaped runes, Xia Wushuang called No. 7 excitedly.

But there was no response in the sea of ​​souls, and it seemed that No. 7 didn't want to bird him at all.

"...Okay, I'm really angry." Xia Wushuang touched her nose helplessly, took out several glassware from the storage ring, and put four pieces of minced meat separately.

"Xia Wushuang, are you psychopathic?" Lena couldn't stand it anymore, frowning her heroic sword eyebrows, and she looked disgusted.

"If psychopathic can make me more profitable, I would rather be a so-called psychopathic person." Xia Wushuang put the minced meat into the space ring, stared at Lena seriously, and taught her the principles of being a human being again: "It is the end of the world now, if you can't adapt to it, you can only be eliminated by it."

Speaking of this, Xia Wushuang suddenly smiled at everyone: "Just just now, it was a little disgusting. However, I can get a free skill because of this. Do you think I lost or made a profit?"

Xia Wushuang's words aroused everyone's thoughts, but it is unknown whether this kind of thinking can allow them to go further in this end-of-day as deep as hell.

"Master Bing, what do you think?" Xia Wushuang saw that Jiang Liubing's two bottles of life potion had almost recovered, so she opened her mouth to tease him.

Jiang Liubing looked at Xia Wushuang, the iron rooster, looked at Lena again, and stood up from the ground unwillingly. "What can I see? Of course I'm watching it with Kuaibo."

"Tsk! You two are stinky hooligans!" Rena couldn't stand these two unconventional men. After scolding, she turned around and walked away.

"Oh? Why am I a stinking hooligan?" Xia Wushuang, who was innocently caught in the attack, expressed dissatisfaction.

But no one paid attention to him except Quartz man.

"Forget it, even if I'm a hooligan."

Xia Wushuang endured the fact helplessly, which immediately caused a burst of laughter, but he would not have been entangled in such small things. After everyone laughed, he looked at the sewer in front of him, which seemed to be endless, and said in a deep voice: "Everyone cheer up. Before we meet with the army, we may be overwhelmed by endless strange tides at any time."

Everyone's smiles calmed down with Xia Wushuang's words, followed Xia Wushuang quietly, and continued to walk in the silent sewer.

After that battle with the fat water warriors, there seemed to be no other stronger monsters in the sewer. Although some ghouls who were gnawing on corpses occasionally appeared, there were more groups of living dead people with only five combat power and could only bully the quartz man.

"Is this the tranquility before the storm..." Xia Wushuang muttered silently, ready to face the ghost of the underworld at any time. Although he, like No. 7, believed that his group of people had no chance of winning in front of that kind of thing, this did not affect his mood to fight.

A lamb who does not know how to resist is definitely not the name of Pleasant Goat.

However, the situation seemed to be as bad as Xia Wushuang thought. Everyone walked forward along the corridor for nearly an hour. Not only did they not encounter ghosts in the underworld, but there were fewer various corrupt monsters that often appeared around them.

"Did you go wrong?" Xia Wushuang and the others passed several forks along the way, but they kept moving eastward and did not try to die. They went to other passages to take a look.

"Boss, something is wrong!" As he walked, the quartz man suddenly ran to Xia Wushuang and pointed to the shaking dead man not far away and said: "Since ten minutes ago, these guys have this face. They still have this face, and they are not clones, how could they look exactly the same?"

"..." Xia Wushuang felt his heart tremble. He didn't notice it even if Quartz man didn't say it. The living dead people he met along the way seemed to be wearing the same white sick clothes and the same height. If they even looked the same as Quartz man said, then things would never be simple.

Unknown things are always scary. Everyone's heart that had just been relieved was reopened in their throats.

"Old Xia, have you heard of something?" In the deadly silence, Jiang Liubing suddenly walked to Xia Wushuang's side.

"What's the matter?" Everyone raised their eyebrows, not knowing what Jiang Liubing was going to say.

"There was no garrison in Lan City, but it has been there since the sewer project began. I vaguely heard some bad news from a friend, and it seemed that there was a huge arsenal deep underground in Lan City."

Jiang Liubing spoke sternly, but Xia Wushuang felt a chill when she heard it. No wonder Lanshi, which is not a first-tier city, has a sewage discharge system that is not inferior to any region in the world. It turns out that there is such a secret behind the incident.

However, looking at these living dead people who look the same, I am afraid that this underground is not an arsenal, but a large biochemical laboratory!

Xia Wushuang looked at Jiang Liubing, and saw that his face was not very relaxed. He seemed to be guessing in the direction he was thinking. He was about to ask something more, but suddenly felt a tingling pain on his face. He turned around and just caught Xiao Daocheng's dodging gaze.

"Is this matter related to this man with facial paralysis?" Xia Wushuang thought for a moment in his mind, but decided to ignore it decisively.

"I hope our scientists have not developed anything strange..."

Deliberately saying this sentence to Xiao Daocheng, Xia Wushuang noticed that the man with a facial paralysis did not show any ugly expression on his face. This proved that their experiment was not to create any biochemical monsters... This is undoubtedly good news.

"Clone? My God! You are actually involved in the realm of gods?!" Xia Wushuang was just glad that a strange cry suddenly popped up in his mind. This guy seemed to have turned over the memory of cloning in Xia Wushuang's soul without his consent, and was questioning Xia Wushuang with an expression of "I was shocked".

"You guys are reminiscing about my memories?" Xia Wushuang looked unhappy, feeling that it was time to completely isolate his memories from No. 7.

"This is not the point, the point is the cloning technology in your memory! Do you believe it? If that ghost of the underworld obtains this technology, can he copy ten thousand sub-dragons in the Underworld?" No. 7 said furiously.

"What does this matter to me?" Xia Wushuang thought No. 7 was really ridiculous. Even if the ghost of the underworld obtained that kind of technology, could he still kill him for the sake of national justice?

Even if he had that courage, he would definitely be ruthlessly killed by the ghost of the underworld. Moreover, I have never heard that the masters helped the world, so how could he let the poor save the world? He does not have the ability now, and to be a hero, he will just die in vain.
Chapter completed!