Super God Gene

“Robbery? Where can you rob this thing?” Hanson took out that silver mutant octopus egg and threw it at the Yang Lady.

Mr. Yang caught the mutant octopus egg and took a closer look in front of him. His eyes were almost staring out: “My lord... did you really dig this? ”

“Wasn't it digging or raw?” Hanson whispered.

Mr. Yang was incredible. Hanson didn't know how to vein. He went around Gu Yaxing and not only dug a dozen octopus eggs, but also a mutant octopus egg. It was an incredible miracle. If everyone was like Hanson, they should all starve to death.

For the first time, Mr. Yang doubted his professional value and did not know what to say.

Li Bingyin also did not believe that these octopus eggs were dug by Hanson himself. “He must have made contact with Qin Bai. Looks like my chances are coming soon. ”

“Granny Yang, I'll leave these genetic eggs to you. Sell me a good price. We depend on them for our eating and wearing.” Hanson said to Mrs. Yang.

“My lord, it is best not to sell this mutant octopus egg, only those ordinary octopus eggs. This mutant egg is left as the treasure of the town store. With it in our store, we will certainly attract a lot of business.” Lady Yang said.

“Do as you please.” Hansen's interest in money is not very great, just enough money to keep him living in Yupi City.

“Where exactly is Qin Duan's body?” Hanson has studied the map of Yubi City carefully, but because Yubi City is so big, it's hard to tell where the mystery White Mo says it is.

Hanson bought some frozen genetic blood from the internet, all of them low-grade, for less than a few bucks.

Because there are quantum transfer systems, even outside of several galaxies, they can be sent directly to the transmission station and then distributed by couriers.

Hanson quickly took a few large bags of genetic blood and locked himself in the room.

Put the stone box in the bathtub, and Hanson poured the blood from the refrigerated bag onto the stone box. After the blood touched the stone box, he immediately saw the strange symbol on it lit up, releasing a cold petrochemical glow.

Where the petrified light shines, metal and flesh are directly petrified, and even Hanson's clothes are turned into stone.

Unfortunately, this petrified light can't help Hansen's flesh. Hansen just feels a little cooler and has no signs of petrification of his skin or hair.

As more blood is poured, the pattern on the stone box seems to be able to suck blood, and all the blood is sucked into the pattern.

Hanson poured the blood in one bag after another, the patterned blood grew heavier and the petrified light grew stronger, until when there was only one bag left, Hanson suddenly heard a click and the stone box opened automatically.

“Don't know what's in there?” Hanson was curious, reaching out to open the stone box, and suddenly a slight glimpse.

What you see in that stone box is an elliptical stone, kind of like an egg, with a mouth at the top, six holes on the side, all dark grey, distinguished by a stone clay.

Hansen is a musical instrument. Hansen is not a stranger to this instrument. In the past, the incense of one of the eight demons under the Ancient Constellation had been given to Hansen to teach him how to blow.

Unfortunately, Hanson's musical cells are very ordinary, and although he has studied himself seriously for some time, he has not achieved much, only occasionally from entertainment.

Now I see another twister, Hanson held it in his hand, I couldn't help but feel a little twisted in my heart. Since Miss Kanyin flew up, Hanson has thought of many ways to find her, but never found it, which is also a regret in Hanson's heart.

The petrified light on the stone box has disappeared. Hanson touched the stone, sighing in his heart: "Miss Kanyin, where the hell have you been? ”

Stonehenge is ancient, without any patterned embellishments on it, it's just that one doesn't look very stylish, or even a little rough.

The surface of the stone clay is not even polished very smoothly, it looks like a pit slump, like something from ancient times.

Hanson searched inside the stone box again, but unfortunately there was nothing but this one.

“Such a weird stone box, what's in it can't possibly be ordinary, right?” Hanson looked left and right, and didn't see anything special about this stone.

Thinking about it, Hanson put it in his mouth and planned to play a song to see if it had any special abilities.

But Hanson's breath blew in, but the stone was not blown by him, and there was nothing but the wind he blew out.

“Strange, why doesn't this stone clatter?” Hansen was surprised to measure Shiqiu again and still couldn't see what the problem was. The structure of Shiqiu was no different from that of ordinary Shiqiu, and the airway was not clogged, and he didn't know why he couldn't make a sound.

Once again, the earthworm was placed next to his mouth. This time, Hansen concentrated the power of the Xuan Huang scripture and poured his powerful breath directly into the breath, blowing it into the earthworm.

“Woo!” The distant, cool chirp sounded, Hanson's fingers moved, making a different tone.

What surprised Hanson was that after his fingers moved away, there was a little bit of smoke coming out of his self-pitched hole, which gradually gathered in the air and soon turned into a white cloud.

“What is this?” Hanson stopped blowing and looked suspiciously at the white cloud suspended in the sky, as if it were a muscle cloud managed by Sun Wukong.

Suddenly, Hanson heard the white cloud, and there was a seemingly silent sound. The sound was not very small, but it was hard to hear clearly, as if it were a woman's mumbling voice, and as if the Buddha was reading the Scriptures.

“Who's in there?” Hanson frowned slightly, punching the cloud, which broke with his fist, and the smoke dissipated, and the sound disappeared.

“What the hell is this?” Hanson frowned, picking up the stone again and blowing, and soon the smoke gummed out of the hole, regrouping the clouds.

Hanson's ears listened, and he heard the strange whisper coming out of the cloud. The sound seemed very distant and very close, and it sounded uncertain.

Hanson listened carefully for a while, and the color of the god on his face gradually changed, and the cloud dissipated automatically at this time.

In a hurry, he picked up Shiqiu and played it again. He did congeal up the clouds again. This time Hanson listened more carefully. He listened for a while, and his face became more and more strange.