Chapter 87 - Ghost Transformation

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When White Coat witnessed the scene in the testing lab from the surveillance room which was a short distance away, he was so anxious his sweat was on the verge of dripping out.

Where did he go wrong exactly?! R4EB5M

White Coat was not resigned so he issued another order: “S-1, kill that group of people!”

He clearly gave the control dosage to S-1 when he was previously injecting the other drugs, and under the effects of the control dosage, S-1 had to listen to the commands of the researchers in this base.

Why was it not working?

Did it fail? qYdQRt

White Coat sank into deep contemplation.

He glanced at the monitoring screen again.

The Shen Dongqing being displayed looked weak and frail; the yin energy he had initially condensed had scattered and thinned, while the ghost tattoos and the ghost horns still remained on his face, but he gave the overall impression that he was not difficult to defeat.

According to the written accounts, possessing ghost tattoos and ghost horns meant that he was a millennia-old ghost, he should not be acting like this. MP vE8

White Coat’s eyebrows knitted together tightly as he mumbled to himself: “Sure enough, it’s still a failure. It looks like I should just deal with them altogether, and then leave their corpses to slowly research.”

In the end, Shen Dongqing wandered around the entire testing lab once, before he finally chose to shrink behind a testing apparatus, burying his head between his kneecaps like a quail.

The screen on the wall continued to transmit White Coat’s voice nonstop.

Shen Dongqing was slightly irate: “So freaking noisy! I’m not S-1!” hxbBlM

Peng—

It had arrived with such great momentum, so why did it slink away right after it arrived? Furthermore, it ran away faster than anyone else. VpET8P

White Coat was on the verge of puking blood.

Why was this happening again?!

Story translated by Chrysanthemum Garden.

Shen Dongqing asked: “Do you still have more strongest weapons?”

White Coat could not speak. mlrsK3

Shen Dongqing: “It’s our turn then.”

Once his voice fell, the flock of ghosts pounced, grabbing hold of the researchers and pressing them onto the ground to execute a violent thrashing.

Loud pleas for mercy started to rise and fall in succession within the safe room.

In a short moment’s work, only the White Coat was left standing. WHDic9

His expression had already become dim. Why were the ghosts that they researched no longer susceptible to their control? Why did their secret weapon run before it did anything? He had to be dreaming, he was not awake yet…

However, the miserable shrieks that were being issued around him endlessly told the White Coat that this was not a dream.

When he saw Shen Dongqing walking over, White Coat screamed: “Even if you kill me, you can’t leave this world!”

Shen Dongqing was baffled. “Why would I kill you?” He cupped both sides of his face with his fingers and raised them slightly as he revealed a smile. “We’re very friendly.” BWUJHg

White Coat: …… Like I believe your ghost.

The game was quite balanced in the sense that there would be no existences that went without rivals.

Since the researchers in this base were capable of creating ghosts, they would not possess any personal fighting capabilities. Thus, after they lost control over the ghosts, it was equivalent to a one-sided slaughter on their end.

It was highly likely that White Coat was the only survivor. REb6uP

For the sake of creating these ghosts, the researchers had used quite a few torture methods, and now that the time for revenge had arrived, the ghosts would not show them any mercy either.

Shen Dongqing touched the ghost horn on his head. “Let’s have a chat.”

White Coat pretended to be calm. “Have a chat? I refuse to say anything!”

Shen Dongqing glanced over his shoulder. “He’s all yours.” fOBodw

Zhou Wenyan walked over with an equally friendly smile hanging on his face.

“Let’s talk about the circumstances surrounding this base.”

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