The development of biotechnology is an inevitable branch of scientific and technological civilization research and development.

Zhihan's parent planet civilization, including the former human civilization of the Silver Dragon Empire, has also received attention.

After all, the development of biotechnology, especially genetic technology, determines their life cycle length, and its importance is self-evident.

But Zhihan has never seen that biotechnology can develop to this extent.

The mysterious Sarnaga tribe is a monster who plays with life in the palm of his hand.

The red fruit is very attractive.

Even if you can't smell it through the helmet, the color alone makes people salivate.

Considering that the internal situation of the spacecraft is still unclear, even though the obvious atmospheric composition of the transparent mask in the corner of the helmet was suitable for her survival, the cautious Zhihan gave up the idea of ​​taking off her helmet and tasting a fruit.

She just reached out to pick up one and wanted to observe it, but unexpectedly she felt that the tentacles were soft and she accidentally broke the fruit with a slight force.

It was completely a liquid wrapped in a layer of fruit peels, and a large amount of juice flowed down Zhihan's gloves.

However, a fist-sized fruit is simply a natural drink in the shape of a fruit.

After shaking the juice from the gloves, Zhihan was about to turn around and leave. A strange movement made her mind tighten and quickly retreat a few steps.

Below the instrument, the closed outer wall opened. After a continuous flash of colorful rays, a slight breathing sound was heard, and a strange creature emerged.

It was like an octopus, the strange creature had an oval head and eight tentacles on its plump body.

Zhihan, who might have been panicked, somehow calmed down when she saw the "octopus monster" the size of an adult human palm, and the agile eyes on its head and the slightly upturned mouth that seemed to be smiling.

A little thing born with a "smiling mouth" made a "gurgling" sound and quickly jumped to the ground.

In Zhihan's sight, it took a short time to suck the juice on the ground clean with tentacles, and even the splashes on the surface of the instrument were not spared.

Then, the little thing absorbed on the instrument raised his head and blinked Shui Lingling's eyes and looked at Zhihan quietly.

Feeling that it was not hostile, Zhihan probably figured out the purpose of this creature, so when it suddenly bounced towards her, she did not avoid it.

The tentacles gently wrapped around her wrists, and the little thing kept wrapping around with several other tentacles, sucking them, and soon sucked all the remaining juice on Zhihan's fingers.

As it simply wrapped around Zhihan's wrists, and his head snuggled against the ring connected to her gloves and sleeves and took a nap.

He reached out and wanted to take it off, but he thought of something in an instant. Zhihan gave up the idea and simply took it out of the restaurant.

"Gulugulu..."

It was not long after leaving the restaurant. When a turn of the straight passage began to appear, Zhihan heard the "octopus monster" cry coming from his ears.

A pair of lively eyes on the round head showed a feeling of fear and anxiety.

The "octopus monster" twisted his head desperately, as if he wanted to get into Zhihan's sleeve, but he was obviously avoiding something.

His heart tightened and Zhihan stopped.

In the spiritual senses, there is no life breath in front of you, and you cannot feel the dangerous breath.

But the abnormal performance of "Little Gulu" that she has named in her heart has proved that there must be abnormalities or dangers in front of it.

"How did the queen respond?"

The cautious Zhihan did not rush forward, but sent a spiritual message to the messenger alien outside.

Time passed slowly, and more than ten seconds passed, but she received no response.

A moment of "sudden" in his heart, Zhihan quickly concentrated his energy and tried to send a message to the outside of the spacecraft again.

Finally, after a few seconds, she determined the fact that she was most reluctant to face.

Her spiritual information can be transmitted at will within the spacecraft.

But the moment I arrived at the hull of the spacecraft, I was blocked by the hull of the spacecraft made of unknown materials and could not be transmitted.

Now, Zhihan finally understood.

Previously, he asked the messenger alien to inform the alien queen spacecraft that it might belong to the "creation clan", why did the messenger alien not respond?

They are not because they habitually dislike useless responses, but because they are not received at all.

In an instant, Zhihan, who understood these things, felt completely isolated.

Even if it is just a short distance, there are countless aliens.

Although she was only a hull, she felt like she was abandoned on a planet full of unknown dangers. Within the distance known and visible, there was no longer any existence to rely on.

Courage eventually defeated fear.

Clenched his fists, Zhihan gave up the idea of ​​turning around and leaving and began to walk forward.

In this process, a dagger formed by psychic energy is formed on the top of her head.

As long as there is a flow of consciousness, this dagger that is sufficient to penetrate most metal matter will be shot out quickly.

The distance of more than ten steps is as long as Zhihan.

Especially when the "Little Gulu" sound became more and more urgent, Zhihan's heartbeat became faster and faster.

But her pace was very stable.

Five steps.

Three steps.

Finally, when she walked through the turn of the passage, Zhihan was not attacked by any imagined attack. When she saw the scene in front of her, her breathing almost stopped.

In front of her was a huge cabin.

It was obvious that she felt her approaching. Behind the slowly opened hatch door, under the light, it was a miserable scene.

The corpses were convulsing and twisting, falling in different positions.

The corpse closest to the door reached out to the door with a huge hand, looking at the situation, trying to climb to the hatch door, but it eventually died less than one meter away from the hatch door.

Behind his head, there was a huge hole in the fiery hole.

Seeing that the injury was obviously left by a heavy blow, the unknown attack almost shattered the entire back of his head.

A little further away, a headless corpse laying on a wide metal seat.

In front of him, on the metal countertop similar to the console, there were bloodstains on buttons marked with weird characters.

Further apart, corpses exist in different positions in different postures.

The corpses that are more similar to those of the "Tianxing Clan" people in Zhihan's understanding. Just looking at their corpses' postures, including the distance between different corpses, she could probably estimate that in the huge cabin, these corpses were almost killed in the shortest time without any precautions.

"Zerg?"

"If it is the Zerg mentioned by the intelligent micro-civilization that killed them, then, where are those insects?"

Zhihan, who was frightened, suddenly felt rows of cold prickly appear on her delicate skin.
Chapter completed!