Chapter 152 Haze

Silver hand. Igarashi's slightly ferocious face silently glanced at the black body that was almost cut off and said, "Have you finally survived? Fortunately, the energy limit that this cell active body can carry is only a short minute. It's really terrible. Whose genetic fragment created this thing?"

At this time, Christie's hands holding the blade of time also followed the sudden death of the bloody demon. There was no reason to let go and hold the silver hand. Igarashi has been slowly falling. After a while, he and the two black people appeared in a small empty place.

"Fuck, he, damn it! What's going on today!"

Today's shock is too much, and the three of them are not in a hurry to ask questions for a moment. In the black roar, silver hands. Wulan took the lead in motioning Christie to run deep into the woods. Black was about to run with him, but he saw Chen Mo take out the jade bottle from his pocket like a silver hand. At the beginning, Wulan poured a few drops into his mouth silently in the air, frowned casually and closed his eyes.

With the movement of several people, the dilapidated body of the arbitrator was lying on the ground. At this time, it was miraculously not dead, and he was still gasping weakly...

Christie stands in the silver hand. Wulan asked, "Are you here to find him?" ...It's really a tenacious belief that he didn't quickly die because he lost too much blood to control his body with his only mind..."

Silver Hand Wulan touched the blood on his cheek, nodded and said, "I hope I can get some useful information from this guy, alas..."

When everyone heard the words, they immediately followed the silver hand. Behind Igarashi, he began to slowly walk towards the arbitrator on the ground, silver hands. Without scruples, Igarashi quickly walked to the other party and squatted down. Finally, he couldn't help shouting, "You guy! What exactly is your so-called body shake? Are you here to catch Chen Mo? All right... tell me, your organization!?"

"Lord Ink..." The arbitrator spit out a mouthful of blood and muttered, "Shake the body! Forgive me for not being able to give you the perfect genetic complement... Those dreams... Those dreams, please, hahaha."

With the sudden unbridled laughter of the arbitrator, his face suddenly turned red, his mouth moved slightly, and spit out a large pool of blood, and then his whole face almost turned pale, but his throat was still wriggling.

"Sure enough, Mr. Ink? Who is that..." Silver hand. Wulan looked at the arbitrator and muttered. He held his right hand tightly, and his fingers were so hard that they had turned blue and white.

The black half of the body has gradually recovered, suppressing the anger in his heart, taking a deep breath, and then asked in a low voice, "Didn't you hear the problem? They are all dying people. Please tell me some useful information! What a bullshit dream you have! A dream? Do you think there is still a chance now?"

The arbitrator on the ground was stunned for a moment, as if he suddenly connected something, and then slowly said weakly, "Chen Mo... What about Chen Mo? Let me see this body again!"

Black and several people around him were silent, and there was an inexplicable sense of sadness in everyone's hearts. Black reacted the fastest and quickly put down Chen Mo in his arms. He quickly said loudly, "Chen! This is your own business. It's up to you!"

Although Chen Mo's body has been overdrawn, it is more from the erosion of the fallen spell. After the black said this, Chen Mo's face also replied slightly, and then said to the arbitrator, "Arbitrator, this should be the last time we meet. What do you want to say? My body? Genes?"

"Erosion!" The arbitrator suddenly said, "The erosion is getting worse, and you will die!" You will definitely die! Those people won't let you continue to grow up!"

"And then?"

Chen Mo could only add this sentence more helplessly, and the arbitrator did not answer. His eyes gradually faded, and slowly the scene around him became more and more blurred and dark...

(Do you die like this? I'm the arbitrator! Nian Li... Ha ha... Lord Ink... We have to say goodbye forever... If... If there is an afterlife... Will there still be a struggle in this world... It will still flow...)

The arbitrator's pupil was lax, with an inexplicable smile on the corners of his mouth, which seemed to be regretful and satisfied. Black had planned to add a few knives to vent his anger, but was stopped by Christie and others, especially when he heard the silver hand. When Wu Lan mentioned shaking the body, the man immediately dispelled his thoughts.

After all this is solved, silver hand. Then Wulan said, "Tactly tell me what happened? I've been paying attention to the monster called shaking the body just now. About a few minutes ago, the arbitrator seemed to have left the container nearby. Go and have a look. This time everyone is seriously injured... Tell me what happened in the past. Don't let go of every detail."

"Kip! Are you ordering me?"

"You idiot! Don't you want to know who you were beaten so badly?

When the black heard it, he suddenly stopped speech, scratched his head, and reluctantly turned around and left.

Silver hand. When Wulan arranged for Black to search, he had intentionally or unintentionally prevented the other party from knowing too much. The black * identity is relatively complicated. Mercenaries are a hard-working profession. In this way, Chen Mo's situation can still be the greatest guarantee. Although Christie is still standing beside him, the two are harmful to each other. Light, as a wise weapon, he had to make a choice to ensure the safety of Chen Mo and himself... This point is slowly being influenced by the personality of the bystander.

After solving these problems, Chen Mo has sorted out his thoughts and talked. This little boy's thinking ability has become what he needs most at present, so he is in the silver hand. After Igarashi asked, he had already described the previous battles, especially the details of each battle of the enemy, what he said, and his own ability * information, but this time he talked about it carefully without reservation.

Silver hand. Igarashi groped his chin with his slightly dirty little hands and replied, "From your narrative, the other party should be a very powerful secret organization, gene? Cell active replicators? At least 70% of it is possible that the other party needs your genetic department to complete the experiment, such as the thing just now. I think you should have seen its ability, so there are people with the same ability as you, that is, the Qing clan you call, at least the other party has his genomic data. The cell active body is dead, and the other possibility is that you want your body to perfect what is made, rather than studying the whole complement in a wide area. Of course, I prefer the latter... As you said, they will not stop. And there must be someone with the ability of prophecy looking for your whereabouts. If it's the former... then the other party's ambition... I mean... it's terrible..."

"Then let's analyze the current situation again. We must seize the time. The trip to Japan is bound to win... I'm afraid that our current battle here, even if everything we have just said, may be mastered by other powerful people who also pay attention to you... If it's true At that time... I'm afraid you don't have a chance to resist at all. As for me, I have to die with you..." Silver hands. Wulan stretched out her hands helplessly and muttered.

Chen Mo thought for a moment and said, "If it's really like what you said... Why don't those hidden powerful people appear? It's really so powerful that they can solve me directly. Why continue to wait..."

"Rules, every game has its corresponding rules. Even if it is more powerful, there are also these constraints, maybe... Then the next step is Japan. I think Ret, a mysterious organization, must permeate every corner of the world. Of course, that kind of infiltration can be said to be quite strong. Let's not talk about their strength for the time being, so if it really I can't find them... Then only by using special means, at least causing a local sensation, can only be considered in this way can we succeed.

"Sister Christie, I think you should understand something. Now that you have got the blade of time, we will soon part ways... What a memorable day..."

"I see, kid, are you sure you want to do this? Sister, I just found out that it can be so lively with you? As you said, it's really a nostalgic day, so I decided to go with you. What do you think? Christie rubbed her temples, and she muttered.