The Dark King

The short young man was about to speak, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he looked up sharply. He saw two black shadows approaching from behind, and before he approached, he could feel the amazing murderous force coming.

"No, I'm chasing!" The short young man panicked. He had seen the skill of these two men killing his companions. It was not something that they could resist now, and hurriedly pushed away the Polish doctor. "Doctor, you are quick Run away, let's stop them!"

Poland also noticed that Du Dean, who was chasing him, changed his face and wanted to run forward, but his legs were sore and panicked, and he almost stumbled.

In this moment, Du Dean has already caught up, and at a glance, he saw the old man surrounded by several people. Compared with the information on the file, regardless of age or height, he was basically consistent, no longer soft, shaking the bell, and the sea. Lisa killed them together.

"Doctor, run away!!!" The short youth roared and drew his knife to meet Du Dean.

Helissa snarled and rushed out quickly, faster than Du Dean, and immediately knocked the short young man to the ground, tearing off one arm.

Du Di'an killed several others.

These people knew they could not escape, and fought hard to resist.

Poland and two other researchers in white gowns panicked, supporting each other and escaping desperately to the front.

The fight ended in a few minutes, beheading the short young waiter, Du Dean and Helisha quickly caught up with Poland, who fled the desert, he jumped in front of the three, stopped the way, said: "Doctor, take a break when you're tired."

Poland looked at him in horror, calming himself and panting: "Who are you, do you know what the charges are for attacking our Monster Research Institute, no matter who is behind you, you will be traced!"

Du Di'an said coldly: "If you don't want to suffer, say less. As long as you obey, you won't die."

The face of Poland was white and white, and his thoughts turned, saying, "What do you want me to do?"

"Make a magic weapon." Du Di'an is not afraid to expose his thoughts, saying: "When the production is finished, I will save you a life."

Poland froze for a moment, and suddenly understood that it was no wonder that the two did not go to search the materials and experimental materials in the research institute, but they came to catch him. He calmed down a little bit and gritted his teeth: "I want to make a magic weapon, isn't it I can do it by myself, even if you catch me, it’s useless."

"So, are you worthless?"

Poland's complexion changed, and he said, "I don't mean that, I just said, you don't want to kill innocents anymore. You can also help me make magic garners for you. Please let go of my friends."

"The doctor is kind-hearted." Du Di'an said coldly: "I can't survive, and I still care about my friends. You can rest assured that as long as you are obedient, you can say anything."

Poland was relieved, and secretly felt a little strange. It was the powerful forces such as the demon family or the nobles above a certain baron who could make the demon weapon, and even if such a force did not need to hijack him, only the next For an order, their Monster Research Institute will also customize it for them. How could they take such a big risk to attack their research institute?

Thinking of this, he was a little puzzled by Du Di'an's identity, but he was pressed to the bottom of his heart and said nothing.

Du Di'an was keen on thinking. From Poland's flashing eyes, he guessed a few ideas in his mind, and he didn't care. He said: "Come back to the institute with me first. I want to visit your institute."

Poland stayed for a while, "Also, still going back?"

"Why don't you like to go back?" Du Dean asked back.

Poland was busy: "No, no." He didn't expect Du Di'an to attack the institute. He didn't take the opportunity to take him away as soon as possible. He dared to return to the institute. Isn't he worried about their reinforcements coming?

However, returning to the institute is beneficial to him. He only hopes that Du Dean will stay as long as possible.

Du Di'an returned to the institute with three people. It was empty here. The personnel in the institute almost all left under the escort of the guard. Du Di'an went all the way down and asked, "What do you study in the institute on weekdays? The Walking Dead?"

Poland could not understand Du Dean’s mind and replied: “We generally study various monsters. Walking dead can also be regarded as a kind of monster. Although they were humans during their lifetime, they were infected by viruses and there is no difference between them and monsters.”

Du Dian casually said: "If it is infected as a walking dead, is there a way to treat it?"

Poland was stunned. He glanced sideways at him, thinking a little, and said, "Have your loved one been infected?" He thought of the outbreak of yesterday's corpse epidemic. Many people in the city were infected. If Du Dean was a loved one, he was infected. Because of the virus, it is reasonable to venture over to attack their Monster Research Institute and seek an antidote.

Du Di'an didn't deny it and said, "Is there a way?" He said, putting away a relaxed look and staring at his eyes.

The Polish heart beat slightly, and Du Dean was a little nervous, saying: "If infected by a walking dead, if it is a preliminary infection, the infected tissue can be removed, but if the infection is deep and the virus has spread to the heart, then More troublesome, but there is still a glimmer of hope."

"What if the whole body is infected, including the brain?" Du Dean stared at him, and when he asked this, his muscles couldn't help but tighten.

Poland was startled, stupefied: "You mean, has been infected and turned into a zombie? This, this..."

"how about it?"

"Basically, basically not cured." Poland swallowed the throat, feeling a bit difficult to say. When he finished, he suddenly felt that the surrounding air seemed to cool suddenly, cold and biting, with an inexplicable sense of panic and trembling. And this feeling all comes from the look of the young boy in front of him. It is an extremely cold, endless murderous, and infinitely crazy eyes, but it also gives a strange calm, like a frozen tornado.

"What's basically cured?" Du Dean's voice was hoarse, fingers clenched, bones rattled, his footsteps stopped, his eyes fixed on Poland's face.

The Polish heart pounded, barely looked away, and bowed his head: "Yes, if it has been corpse, the consciousness has basically dissipated. It is no different from the death. We have been studying how to solve this problem, but the progress is slow, no, However, a prophet once proposed a concept that if the consciousness can be reunited, the walking dead can be restored to humanity."

"Reuniting consciousness?" Du Dean grabbed a glimmer of hope and pressed his hands tightly on his shoulder. "How to reunite?"

"This, this..." Poland was a little difficult to answer. After thinking about the wording for a while, it was said: "With the current method, it is basically impossible to do this. It is just a concept. If you want to implement it, it is basically impossible. What is consciousness, We haven't figured it out yet. Some people say it is soul, some people say it is thought, but what is soul, what is thought, and what substance is composed of thought, these are still unknown, so..."