Super God Gene

“I don't know if the sword is alone. Are the flowers still there?” Hanson flew towards the broken wall, and when he came near the broken wall, he found a man sitting beneath the broken wall.

To be precise, it should be a skeleton, a skeleton as scorched black as the ruins around it, but the skeleton held the position of a disk seat, sitting against a broken wall, and holding an odd posture on both fingers, fingering the sky, fingering the fingers.

Even though it is only a skeleton that is about to burn to ashes, there is still a kind of hegemony in heaven and earth that is my only honor.

“Strange, looking at the shape of this bone, it's supposed to be a human being, how could he die here? Didn't hear the sword speak of a human skeleton here.” Hanson muttered to himself.

But it had nothing to do with him. Hanson bypassed the skeleton, circled around the nearby broken walls and broken columns, carefully searched several times, but did not find the flower that the sword did not speak of alone.

“Irrational swords can't be seen alone and I can't.” Hanson twiced around again, searched the neighborhood carefully, and it turned out the same, nothing.

“Looks like 89 out of 10 flowers are gone. I don't know who took them off, or have they faded?” Thinking about it, Hanson had to look at that creepy skull again.

“Could he have picked the flower?” Hanson flew to the skull talking to himself, trying to get through the skull to see if there were any traces behind him.

Hansen's palm touched the skull first. Hansen thought his palm would go through the skull, but he felt a touch. His palm was actually blocked by the skull.

“How?” Hanson was so surprised and surprised that he reached out and grabbed the arm of the skull that he actually held on to it.

“Can you really touch it?” Hanson was incredible that even Baby couldn't touch his spirit, and this skull could touch him.

Hanson stretched out his excited hands and stroked over the skull, trying to find something from him.

“Why? Why can I touch this skeleton, what power is working? Is it the skeleton itself? Or something on the skull?” Hanson's palms kept crunching on the skull.

He didn't find anything, but where his palms touched, the scorched black bone gradually turned white.

The charcoal accumulation in the skeleton's chest also fell out, revealing the space inside the chest, only inside its chest, actually growing a purple flower.

“Is this the flower the sword does not speak of alone?” Hanson hastily caressed off the charcoal accumulation near the skull sternum, making the view clearer and clearer inside the chest.

Soon Hanson saw that it was a strange flower vine, like a cattle flower, and the flower vine wrapped around the spinal bone of the skull growing from the bottom up and flowering a little purple flower in his chest.

The skeleton did not fall down, precisely because of the support of the flower vine, but only a small purple flower was formed on the flower vine of this disc, apart from which there was no flower fruit, only the green vine spread around.

“Thirteen peanut petals, but only one gold coin in size, should be the flower the sword does not speak of alone, just how could it be born around a skeleton? The sword doesn't just say it was born in the corner of the wall, but it doesn't mention any skeletons.” Hanson was confused, so he didn't immediately touch the purple flower and the flower vine, he was just measuring the skeleton.

After a moment of random touch by Hanson, the black charcoal outside the skeleton was almost depleted, revealing the snowy white bones inside.

Hanson has been watching closely for a while and has not seen how the owner of this skeleton died here.

From the bone, there was no visible damage, and his movements were too weird, his fingers intertwined, forming a very strange fingerprint, which should be difficult to put out after death.

Hanson looked at the man's face and guessed that eighty-nine out of ten died here before the flower grew into his chest.

“Did this man come here and see this purple blossom, and what kind of trouble did he encounter when he wanted to pick it, and he died here?” Hanson searched near the skull and didn't find any clothes or anything else to prove the skull's identity.

“It's strange, why did he die here? Was that the flower vine that killed him?” Hanson frowned for a moment and felt a little different.

This skull looks like it's been dead a long time, and the sword didn't come here alone, which was 30 or 40 years ago, and the skull doesn't look like it's only been dead for 30 or 40 years.

“If the skeleton was here before the sword came alone, why didn't the sword mention it? It doesn't matter if the sword isn't lonely, so didn't say, or if the sword isn't lonely, didn't see the skull at all?” To think of it, Hanson's eyes suddenly lit up: “Yes, it must be true, the sword is not alone in not seeing this skeleton. In my present situation, it is impossible to touch any substance at all, unless it is, like me, a pure spirit...”

“Is this skull a pure spirit? Are there people like me in the universe? No, it shouldn't be so coincidental, unless it's the role of the flower vine...” Hanson doesn't believe that there is such a coincidence in the world that there is a pure spirit like him who happens to be here, and so happens to die here.

Once again, Hanson carefully weighed the flower vine, and the tiny round leaves were green and crystalline, and the peanuts were thirteen petals, each like a purple jade.

On such a tiny flower vine, there are strange spiritual fluctuations.

However, such spiritual fluctuations are strange, not particularly powerful, or even very fragile, and, if not, seem to dissipate at any time.

Hanson had difficulty discerning Endni, hesitated for a moment, reached out and held the skull's arm, trying hard to pull the skull out of the flower vine.

He had just touched the skeleton, and the skeleton itself did not threaten him, the only thing to worry about was the flower vine, so Hanson did not touch the vine directly.

It's just that the vines are so tight that Hanson pulled the skeleton so hard, he just let the skeleton and the vine shake a few times and didn't pull the skeleton out of the vine.

Unfortunately, in the pure spirit state, Hanson could not use any genetic technique and hesitated repeatedly. Hanson had to let go of the skull and reach for the purple flower in the skull's chest and grab it.

When Hanson's palm touched the purple flower, the petal of the purple flower, like a dandelion, scattered and drifted with the wind.

Hanson hurried to grab the dancing petals. Every time he caught a petal in his palm, it melted like water. Thirteen petals disappeared between his eyes.

After the loss of the purple flowers, the vines wrapped around the skeleton also withered rapidly and dried to dust and scattered across the ground.