roccoschili Chapter 625 What does it have to do with you?
Chapter 625 What does it have to do with you?
Suddenly, a huge, thick hand shot out from the mountain of corpses, reeking of decay! Immediately afterward, a thin braid slowly emerged. This bizarre scene was both terrifying and somewhat amusing, like a farcical farce unfolding before our eyes.
Just then, a round, honest-looking face slowly emerged from among the layers of corpses. The face had a somewhat foolish expression, giving the impression of being rather dim-witted, even a little dull. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a tall, but slightly clumsy, simple-minded man.
When the large, clumsy man finally managed to free himself from the pile of corpses, his eyes widened in shock at the gruesome scene before him. Maimed bodies lay scattered haphazardly on the ground, blood staining the earth, and the air thick with a nauseating stench of blood. In an instant, an indescribable fear washed over him like a tidal wave. His pupils dilated sharply, and his lips trembled uncontrollably: "W-what happened?"
Yes, not long ago, a terrible riot broke out inside Research Institute No. 7. A large group of researchers, out of control, surged out of the institute like a flood bursting its banks. In the chaos, the poor, big guy was unfortunately struck on the back of the head by a heavy object and immediately lost consciousness.
However, fate always seems to enjoy playing tricks on people. When he finally woke up, it just so happened to be at the most inopportune time. Originally, if he had woken up a little later, he might have been lucky enough to escape this calamity. But who knew that as soon as he regained consciousness, he frantically wandered around, only to run headlong into that extremely dangerous "muzzle of a gun".
After a period of aimless, blind struggle and haphazard thrashing, the large, clumsy man accidentally grabbed one of Yunlu's small, delicate feet. At that moment, he was overjoyed, thinking he had grasped a lifeline. Little did he know, this action would attract the true messengers of hell—those vicious and ruthless enemies. Ultimately, no matter how desperately he pleaded, he could not escape his fate of death. Yunlu turned and looked down, spotting the large, clumsy man. A slight smile played on her lips, as if she had discovered something amusing, and she simply pulled him out of the pile of corpses.
She was covered in blood, the scarlet liquid flowing freely across her body like a burst dam, staining her once snow-white hospital gown a shocking red. From afar, she resembled a red rose blooming proudly in a storm, both tragic and alluring.
A small, exquisite silver number plaque hung from her long, fair neck, meticulously engraved with a striking number 7. The number shimmered faintly in the dim light, adding a touch of mystery to her appearance.
Her face, as pale as paper, was devoid of any color, as if all life had been drained from it. Yet, her clear, crystal-like eyes appeared exceptionally innocent, evoking a sense of pity. At this moment, her long, disheveled hair, now freed from its restraints, danced wildly in the air like a flock of startled black birds.
Despite her petite and slender figure, seemingly frail, she possessed an astonishing strength beyond human comprehension. She effortlessly lifted a massive, one-braided man more than ten times her size with a single hand. Keep in mind, this giant had been dragged from a mountain of corpses; the difficulty of that feat is unimaginable. Moreover, this giant was not only burly and robust but also incredibly strong, yet even he was helpless against her divine power.