Chapter 578 Buried Alive

"I understand, so I am the handsome young man, and you normal people are the eighty-year-old Jinhua old lady, right?"

"That's right, your genetic lock has been broken long ago, but your body not only withstood the infinite fission of cells, but also reaped endless benefits from it..."

"for example?"

"for example."

This example really shocked Mr. Peng.

This was the origin of his expression that he had seen a ghost just now.

Although it was a bit incredible that Jiang Xiao's genetic lock was broken by himself, it was also expected by Mr. Peng.

After all, since the limits of the human body have been exceeded, the "gene lock" that is the shackles of the human body has naturally been broken.

But here's the weird thing.

Normally, since the genetic lock is broken, the body will naturally undergo some magical and incredible changes.

Needless to say about the negative situations.

The cells proliferate indefinitely, causing the body to be unable to bear it and begin to become deformed.

But Jiang Xiao is outrageous.

His cells were extremely active, but his body didn't change at all.

A completely normal human being.

It seems that except for the performance of the cells that proves that his genetic lock has been broken, there is no change in the rest.

"This is unscientific!"

"science?"

In front of Mr. Peng, Jiang Xiao rubbed a ball of electromagnetism in his hand and danced in it.

"Come on, come on, tell me, is this scientific?"

Ah this

Mr. Peng scratched a few sparse hairs on the top of his head. Also, the 'god' had come out, so why did he care whether he was scientific or not?

"Let's do this. I'll study your samples carefully, and I'll call you when I find something."

It seemed that he couldn't wait any longer and wanted to study Jiang Xiao's genes!

When Jiang Xiao and others left, they could vaguely hear Mr. Peng talking about "genes", "sequences", "sorting" and the like.

Tsk, famous teachers make great disciples, and he is also a scientific research fanatic.

etc?

Thinking of a famous teacher giving birth to a great disciple, Jiang Xiao's steps to leave suddenly stopped.

He thought about the doctor's fate.

Not only the doctor, but also the former Mr. Yang.

None of these people who stood at the pinnacle of their respective fields had a happy ending after conducting in-depth research on "gods".

To put it bluntly, it was God himself who killed them.

Thinking of this, Jiang Fan turned around and planned to return to the laboratory to talk to Mr. Peng.

Unexpectedly, he was stopped by a middle-aged uncle who had been staying with Mr. Peng just now.

"I am Mr. Peng's student. Don't try to persuade me. Mr. Peng knows the consequences of doing this, but he has no hesitation. The same goes for me. Making mistakes is not scary, and death is not scary. We would rather make mistakes than do nothing. "

Seeing that Jiang Xiao was still planning to go in, the middle-aged uncle dissuaded him again.

"From the moment we got off the plane, we had no intention of going back alive. If Mr. Peng goes, there will be me, and if I go, there will be my students. It's not sad to continue on."

Jiang Xiao:.

Smiling to himself, Jiang Xiao shook his head and returned to his room with Shi Shi in his arms.

Also, since you have already made the choice, you naturally know what the outcome will be if you go deeper. It is useless to say more.

But after all, facing this kind of opponent, sacrifice is inevitable.

At the same time, Blue Star was also in full swing.

The more Jiang Xiao explores, the more Wang Ju and others fear the power of this god.

At this moment, I don’t know which genius came up with the idea and suggested that since the altar cannot be destroyed, why not bury it completely?

Although it sounds unreliable, it is indeed unreliable in practice.

But as the middle-aged uncle said, he would rather make a mistake than do nothing.

Ever since.

Countless helicopters carrying steel, concrete, aluminum blocks and other materials set off towards the virgin forest.

The people of the Nika tribe gathered at the entrance of the crypt, hidden behind dense vines and leaves, their eyes sparkling with curiosity and amusement.

They are accustomed to the futility of outsiders, and those high-tech weapons are just short-lived gadgets in front of their altars.

"Here you go again, what new things did you bring this time?"

The elder of the tribe spoke in a tone that seemed to be a smile but not a smile. His face was covered with the ravines of the years, but his eyes had the cunning of a young man.

"Looking at their posture, it seems they are trying to build a house on the altar."

a young warrior said sarcastically, toying with a fine blow dart in his hand as if ready to demonstrate his hunting skills.

But as the roar of helicopters in the sky became louder and planes carrying heavy loads began to dump sand and gravel on the altar, the atmosphere in the tribe gradually changed.

The sand and gravel poured down like a waterfall, covering the land around the altar. The dust was flying and the sound was huge.

For a moment, the people of the Nica tribe in the cave stopped talking.

Their eyes were wide open as they watched what happened in that scene, and the contempt and ridicule in their hearts were slowly replaced by shock and disbelief.

"Are you going to bury the altar?"

The elder's voice began to tremble, and his hands tightly grasped the vines around him, as if this could bring him some comfort.

"No way, they won't do that, the altar is inviolable!"

There was panic in the voice of another tribe member, he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

However, the reality is cruel.

As time passed, the land around the altar grew higher and higher, and the once indestructible stone pillars began to be buried by yellow sand and cement.

The outlines of the altar became blurred, until finally, only a huge artificial mound remained.

The people of the Nika tribe were completely stunned at this time. They could not understand why outsiders would adopt such methods, and they could not accept that the sacred altar in their hearts was buried like this.

What the fuck is this? !

"No! They're not over yet!"

The roar of the helicopter echoed in the air, as if heralding the coming of a storm.

The people of the Nika tribe watched the sky nervously as they saw more objects raining down from the plane.

This time, it's not just sand and cement, but also a lot of lead powder and aluminum blocks.

These heavy metals dispersed in the air, falling like a gray snow on the land around the altar.

Lead powder and aluminum blocks were mixed with sand and gravel to form layers of coverings that continued to thicken the soil around the altar.

Tiny particles of lead powder were blown away by the wind, and the cold and hard collision of aluminum blocks echoed in the empty forest.

The people of the Nika tribe began to have difficulty breathing. Lead powder spread in the air, irritating their respiratory tracts.

One by one, they covered their mouths and coughed, their eyes filled with tears from the dust.

"Quick, go back to the crypt!"

The elder gave the order, his voice hoarse and rapid from the cough.