Super God Gene

The little white mouse drilled into the beard of the evil god. The evil god around him had to scatter in panic. Henson only saw that in the beard of the evil god, there was a thick hole in the bucket, which was previously blocked by the beard of the dark and numb evil god.

Looking at the mouse had drilled in, the evil gods tended to converge, and Hanson quickly followed him, but his body had just drilled halfway into the hole, and the evil gods beside him were entangled and bound his legs.

Knowing that struggle was useless, Hansen used the Great Death Act again, ready to wait for those evil gods to loosen before entering.

There doesn't seem to be any evil spirits in the hole, so don't worry.

Hanson was pretending to be dead, but he felt something stomping on his head, and then he heard that creaking sound, which was coming from the mouse.

When the sound sounded, Hanson felt his legs loose and suddenly his freedom was restored. Now he no longer hesitated and rushed into the hole.

The white mouse also jumped off his head, four little paws flying, his little ass twisting forward.

Hanson followed the mouse inside, and the hole was rugged and looked like it had been dug out by some animal. It didn't look like an artificial space.

Suddenly, the mouse swimming in front suddenly had no shadow, as if it had disappeared instantly.

Hanson was wondering where the white mouse had gone when his body sank and fell straight down.

Push!

Hanson only felt his butt stabbed by something sharp, hurting him to jump, and then he realized that this was a bronze cast chamber with lots of bones scattered around it.

Where he fell, he pointed at a sharp bone that was stuck to his ass.

Hanson pulled that bone out and threw it on the floor, and saw the mouse roaming around the wall of the bronze chamber, not knowing exactly what it was doing.

Hanson carefully weighed the chamber and found that there was no portal at all, only the ceiling above his head broke a hole, and from that hole, it was a ripple outside, which was where Hanson came from.

In the Chamber of Secrets, there was only that pile of bones, nothing else.

Hanson carefully weighed that pile of bones and muttered to himself as he looked at them: “Look at the structure of those bones, it shouldn't be human beings, it should be a quadrupedal beast, I don't think it would be the remains of the god president, how could it die here? ”

Pick up a bone, pick up a pile of bones, and see if you can find anything useful.

After a short pull, Hanson suddenly heard a clanging sound, like metal, completely different from the sound of a bone collision.

Hanson snapped and pulled a few more times, and he saw a piece of metal in the bone, rusty red in color, like a rusty iron stick.

Hanson pulled out the rusted iron stick, and found out that it was not an iron stick, but an iron sheath, just because it had been rusty for too long, it was all rusty, and the original color of the sheath was no longer visible.

However, the sheath was quite heavy, and Hanson took the sheath as a stick and pulled it in the bone pile for a while, but found nothing.

“How could there be a sheath in this pile of bones? What kind of creature are these bones?” Hanson heard the squeaky voice again when he was confused.

Turning his head, he saw the mouse squeaking and biting something in a corner of the bronze chamber, his little ass twisting from time to time.

Hanson walked up to the mouse and looked inside, only to see that it was biting a bronze column in the corner of the palace with its teeth. The column was actually bitten off by an apple as big as a cave, and the mouse was still biting.

Looking through the hole bitten out by the mouse, this revealed that the bronze column was hollow. After being bitten through by the mouse, there was also a black and purple liquid flowing out of it, like the oil stain accumulated over the years on the stove.

Hanson's nose smelled a bad smell, obviously emanating from those black and purple liquids. The mouse also seemed to have a little bit of the smell of those liquids. He did not continue to bite the bronze column, and retreated a little further away, staring at the hole it bit out.

There was still that stench of liquid flowing through the hole, and Hanson covered his nose for a while and suddenly his face changed, seemingly guessing what the liquid was.

“Is it possible that these liquids are post-fermentation and decomposition substances?” The more Hansen looks at those black and purple liquids, the more he feels like them.

In the Alliance's words, the liquid formed after the corpse was dissolved is called corpse oil.

It's just that Hanson doesn't know what kind of creature the oil really belongs to, so how could he die in a bronze column, but one thing is for sure, this place is very dangerous.

Dang!

Along those liquids, something seemed to flow out, stuck in the inner wall of the bronze column, and didn't roll out immediately.

Hanson picked up a bone and stabbed it in the hole for a few moments before he saw something coming out of the hole along the stinking liquid.

Hanson pulled that thing out of the black and purple liquid, and before he could see what it really was, there was a tone in his head: "Discover the gene that broke the boundary. ”

“There's also a gene that breaks boundaries, so the creature that died in the bronze column is supposed to be the one that breaks boundaries?” Hanson was surprised to take that thing out of the liquid and wipe it clean. He saw a crystalline teardrop gene.

Hanson used his bones to pierce the hole several more times, allowing all the black and purple liquid in it to flow out and nothing else to come of it.

And when the liquid stopped flowing out of it, the little white mouse ran over and drilled into the hole.

“Brother, if you can get in, I can't get in.” Hanson looked at the hole, only fist-sized, and said somewhat depressingly.

Hanson thought the mouse should not understand him, but who knew that the mouse's head quickly drilled out of the hole and stared at him with a pair of big eyes, suddenly emitting two beams of light in his eyes, which fell on Hanson.

Next thing you know, Hanson only felt the hole in front of him magnify rapidly, and when it wasn't long, it turned into a big hole just how tall a person was.

But when Hanson looked around on Monday, everything in the bronze chamber had grown bigger, and he immediately realized, not that the hole had grown bigger, but that the beam of light in the mouse's eyes had made him smaller, and his heart had become more and more amazed.

The white mouse turned around and climbed into the hole. This time Hanson didn't have any more crap, he climbed in behind the white mouse. The stench in the bronze column was heavy, and Hanson could only pinch his nose behind the white mouse.

The inner thread of the bronze column actually had a lap of internal threads, and each rat climbed up along those threaded paths, leaving Hanson with a lot of black and purple liquid.

When he climbed to the top of the bronze column, Hanson discovered that bronze columns and bronze beams and other things in the whole bronze chamber were actually central, forming a four way chain, not knowing where to go.