It was dark again, and when he opened his eyes, he found that he had been fixed on the experimental bed.
Mu Tang was panting violently in his ears and felt weak all over, but he could still feel the pain in the blood vessels on his arms.
Reluctantly, he turned his head, and in his blurred vision, he saw several red marks on his arms, hidden under the skin.
A word suddenly appeared in my mind:
"Phlebitis."
Mu Tang wanted to shake his head to wake himself up, but unfortunately he couldn't.
She knew that she was dreaming again.
Sure enough, I saw a person right next. No, maybe it couldn't be called a person anymore.
A "zombie" with ulcers on his face, the flesh around the eye sockets rotting and falling off, half of his eyeballs exposed, a stench all over his body, and pus lying uncontrollably, suddenly appeared in front of him.
The next second, Mu Tang heard "his" voice full of ridicule and ridicule:
"It's only been a month and a half, and you've already turned yourself into this. Should I say that you're just being whimsical, or that you're overestimating your capabilities?"
The face of the "zombie" in front of him changed, and then he picked up the scalpel on the operating cart next to him and plunged it straight into the palm of Mu Tang's right hand.
Sharp pain suddenly swept through the nerves, but "Mu Tang" remained silent.
The zombie in front of him smiled fiercely, and then began to turn the scalpel inserted into Mu Tang's palm.
The sound of flesh and blood being separated was so obvious in the room that it made people's teeth ache.
"Your bones are much stronger than your father's, and you really don't say a word."
The bandaged zombie seemed to have discovered something interesting. He let go of the scalpel and slowly picked up the rongeur on the operating cart:
"It seems that your father really neglected your upbringing and didn't even tell you the most basic means to save your life."
He used pliers to clamp the nails on Mu Tang's fingertips:
"Didn't he teach you that when you fall into the hands of others, you'd better be good, otherwise you are likely to suffer hardship?"
The last few words he said suddenly became harsh, and his hand was yanked hard!
"Mu Tang" groaned, and a thin piece of armor was pulled directly from Mu Tang's finger, and was thrown into the bent plate next to it.
"It's not good for my little girl's bones to be too hard. How about I change your bones for you?"
He picked up the nails on the plate and waved them in front of Mu Tang's eyes.
"You got the experimental manuscript from me, so you must know what I'm doing, right? I guess you have developed an antibody vaccine, right?"
"Mu Tang" laughed:
"You think too highly of me. How can I make something that neither you nor Mu Xu can make?"
"Still talking arrogantly." The bandaged man obviously didn't believe it.
"Since you are unwilling to help me, then I can only ask you to help yourself."
After he finished speaking, he turned around and opened the freezer, took out a glowing green test tube, then picked up the syringe and sucked out the contents of the test tube.
"Mu Tang" his pupils shrank and his voice became colder:
"Li Si, what are you going to do?"
"Mu Tang" Mu Tang in the body was shocked, Li Si, is this Li Si? What does this person have to do with her? !
Li Si, who was holding the syringe, turned around and smiled ferociously:
"My dear nephew, if you are really smart and sober all the time, I believe you will be able to find a way to save yourself in the future. However, if by chance you become dizzy, then I can only say regretfully, I'm sorry."
As he spoke, he approached step by step with a needle in hand.
Mu Tang, who was tied to the experimental bed, finally began to struggle, but he still couldn't stop him from inserting the needle directly into his carotid artery! !
Accompanied by the severe pain of the virus invading the body, Li Si's voice whispered like a devil:
"Welcome to the world of The Walking Dead."
