"Do you have any other abilities?"
Lu Xin walked forward along the street, smiling amiably as he asked softly:
"I can sense that none of these are your true abilities, so what exactly is your ability?"
As he asked this, the god at the end of the street—the one that had chased him all the way from the laboratory—stared at him coldly.
Of its six eyes, four were bewildered, while the other two remained fixed firmly on him.
Beneath it, a mass of writhing, swollen flesh spread like a viscous sea of blood.
Before it hung three objects resembling "cocoons."
Thin strands of blood suspended the three "cocoons" from above the street, leaving them dangling in midair.
Two of the "cocoons" had already split open. Only the third remained.
From everything he had encountered while being chased here, those two "cocoons" had been Xinmo and Ying from the Hell Squad. Those two monsters should have been killed by the ability users of Central City, yet their powers had appeared on this monster.
Could this be one of the stages of the final experiment?
Lu Xin pondered silently.
Transplanting the other abilities into this monster as well?
Besides Xinmo and Ying, what else was there?
...I can't remember. Maybe there was nothing else?
As Lu Xin continued forward, his gaze fell on the third "cocoon." Then he heard a faint click.
That "cocoon" split open as well.
A table knife thrust out from inside the "cocoon," slicing open its flesh-colored outer layer.
Then Little Nineteen crawled out of the "cocoon," her black hair hanging down and her white little dress covering her body.
In the next moment, more Little Nineteens crawled out from the flesh. Some appeared in the hollow windows on either side, some emerged from the writhing meat,