"revenge?"

The butcher sneered, looking at the "egg fruit", with a look of pity.

"Your lover dies in the hands of others. Are you lying on firewood and tasting gall? Or enduring humiliation? Even the power of life and death is in the hands of others. What do you use to talk about revenge? Do you rely on your imagination? If those guys are dogs, you are just meat pies. Do you think a meat pies exist in the eyes of dogs? Do you think a dog cares about the revenge of a meat pies?"

Despising the two [Lin Qihao], the Ku Ding's words were direct and ruthless, making people feel heart-wrenching.

[Lin Qihao] The hand holding the scalpel was trembling. He was able to come to the former place as an intern and continue experimenting here, which shows that he is a smart person. He also understands what Ku Ding meant. He was just going for the last glimmer of hope. What if it succeeds?

"You... shut up. Even if it is a meat pie, I am a meat pie that can become a god!"

"I should laugh at your stupidity or admire your innocence. Even if I become a god, I have to see if the meat pie has a chance to be preserved until that time."

Shaking your head, people are like this. If you don’t see the last trace of despair, you won’t believe in your own failure.

"No one can stop me!"

Hearing the words "egg fruit" say, Ku Ding showed a hint of understanding. With his hand exerted force, he directly pulled the lock that bound him, then sat up from the workbench and kicked the "egg fruit" to the ground.

"It's said that you are a meat pie. When making meat pie, you need to be enlightened in making meat pie. You don't even count a meat bun. Can't you see that those guys are just symbolic support for you? Don't take yourself seriously. Besides, you have the courage to take it out as your own results, your lover is dead, and when do you want to deceive yourself? Those bastards dare not say this. Besides, have you asked me for your opinion?"

Jumping off the stage, Ku Ding looked at the "egg fruit" lying on the ground and kept retreating, but did not take action. This was just a pitiful person, and he thought he was close to the truth and could only be regarded as a puppet controlled by remote control.

But the puppet was unwilling to fail. He retreated to the side, suddenly got up, and turned on several switches in succession, followed by the sound of some equipment starting, and a sense of stability appeared on his face.

It seemed that something bad was about to happen, and the chef watched everywhere in confusion.

Almost all of these separated rooms are transparent tempered glass walls, but not many white coats can be seen. In this moment, including walking outside the room, there were not many. Even the Ku Ding broke free from the constraints and didn't look at them to stop them. Each of them was very... Rules, yes, it was rules. The behaviors of these white coats seemed to be coded, and according to some setting, they were doing their own things.

——B(bnr&nbp;rt freak)? It can be put into mass production? Even so, the staffing of this institute is barely one-level unit, and there is no guard. What does Lin Qihao’s current stability come from?

——What am I neglecting?

——Wait, lover, female corpse, ghost hitting..., he actually raises ghosts here!

It seemed to confirm Ku Ding's thoughts. A sharp roar came from a distance with the sound of the machine starting, and it poured into his ears in an instant like an infrasonic wave. Ku Ding only felt his head buzzing, and the next moment he felt dizzy, nausea, and even wanted to vomit. A strange feeling spread throughout his body, and even lost his balance, and had to hold the platform next to him.

"Lin Qihao, you take your lover's soul as a ghost. Do you know what you are doing?"

Pointing to [Lin Qihao], it was the first time that the Butcher Ding got angry after he arrived in this basement. He believed that [Lin Qihao] must not know what he did.

"What are you doing? Of course you are to catch you and continue the experiment. Anyway, as long as you are not too dead, it will not affect the results of the experiment. You should enjoy this last time!"

He brought the protective cover he had taken off back to his head again, [Lin Qihao] grabbed Qiao Rourou and walked out. Outside several rooms, a hazy shadow was quickly passing through tempered glass and jumping towards it. The glass did not play a blocking role at all.

The Butcher wanted to stop [Lin Qihao] and take Qiao Rourou away, but found that his body was injured by the ghost roar just now, as if the coordination of the body was hit. He was a little unbelievable. This kind of thing had never happened. It was only at this moment that he faced the strangeness of his body. He thought that he had a cold and a fever before that, that he realized the seriousness of the matter.

"The soul depends on the spirit, the soul leads the soul, the three souls and seven spirits make the true spirit; blood produces fire, fire burns essence, and the turbidity of a lifetime awakens the mind!"

Seeing [Lin Qihao] and Qiao Rourou, who was controlled by his subordinate personality, were about to leave, Ku Ding bit his index finger, took out a piece of golden yellow paper, and scratched a blood mark, and then knocked it out. The golden yellow paper saw the weather turning into a stream of light, and crawled straight into Qiao Rourou's vest and disappeared.

"Girl, I know you can hear it. If you have something to eat that can of snack, you should have the strength to resist the constraints of this personality. Now, listen to me, kill him and destroy this false personality, this memory, this personality is not your own product. Don't be confused and believe me."

[Lin Qihao] and Qiao Rourou have left, but the Butu Ding still murmured.

However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the hazy ghost had already arrived next door. Through the last tempered glass, he could clearly see the strange object like white mist. When she bumped into the tempered glass, it seemed that the face of a long-haired woman was printed on the glass surface. However, there was no expression on that face, only death.

The cook touched around and only picked up things like scalpels and surgical forceps. His stick was thrown in the open area outside. Now he doesn't even have a good weapon. You can't expect the scalpel to stab the ghost.

——Born by hatred, feed on resentment, live in a secluded place, absorb the air of death, be close at hand, but cannot return, think about being around you, but cannot caress, have no place to rely on, have nothing to rely on, lose everything, and want to get everything. This is a pure evil ghost.

Looking at the large group getting closer and closer, the thought flashed in the mind of Ku Ding.

Any thing is afraid of pure love and pure hatred. No matter what it is, the more pure it is, the stronger it is, or terrifying it is. A pure ghost does not even have a carrier of memory. Even ghosts must possess people to maintain their own existence. Don’t expect a ghost to remember things. Their memories will slowly fade with their own existence. The stronger the memories, the faster they will be lost, and it is impossible to remember them until they become evil ghosts, seek all living things, and plunder everything they have lost from them.

——Lin Qihao, Lin Qihao, do you know what kind of things you have personally cultivated the person you love the most?
Chapter completed!