After the Global Evolution, I Stand at the Top of the Food Chain

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Uriel was 3 meters tall, and his body was bound by iron chains, with iron nails stuck in his sockets. It's not very convenient to bury.

Therefore, despite being full of grief and indignation, Michael still chose to let Uriel hang on the shelf, preparing to notify the logistics staff to deal with it after the pollution cases here were resolved.

Lu Yan returned to the ground, and for the first time suppressed his nausea, and went to pick up the arrows scattered on the ground.

He has 15 arrows in this bow, and in the past, he has lost five of them for various reasons. The remaining arrows are only cherished and cherished.

Lu Yan's handkerchief wiped off the stains on it, sprayed it with disinfectant, and put it into his quiver.

When picking up the last arrow, a wilted ball hangs on it.

This ball has a half silver iris and no pupil. The originally long spider legs have fallen off.

Lu Yan plucked it off the tip of the arrow. At this moment, the king fish split a mouth from the palm of his hand and stuck out his scarlet tongue, popping out like a predatory frog.

Lu Yan held the ball with his backhand.

Wang Yu licked the back of his hand, but he wasn't angry.

[Children are not too used to it. ] The system vibrated and said, [This fish has already hatched out, so I won't give it to the big boy. Otherwise, it's what you eat. ]

[When this fish hatched, it was looted by three pollutants in the manor. One part goes to the merchant, one part goes to the doctor, and the other half goes to the wife. ]

Lu Yan stared at the broad bean-sized bead in his hand and hesitated for a moment: "So I want to talk myself?"

[This is a special item that is stripped from the pollutant and has nothing to do with human organs. If you have to say it, it is actually a fish's eye. ]

Lu Yan is actually clear, but this sentence is mainly for review, after all, it was locked for three days last time because of this.

This fish doesn't know what the body is like. It tastes like a large piece of thickly cut pork belly, and it bursts with oil when bitten.

It's a bit of a stuffy stomach. It's obviously not big, but it's heavy and uncomfortable.

Lu Yan loaded up the last arrow and returned to the crowd.

Michael raised the lamp in his hand and thought for a moment: "Otherwise, you should go back first, I feel it is very dangerous here."

After all, it is an enthusiastic netizen from the far east. If it is damaged here, it will be difficult to communicate with the pollution disease prevention and control center in the first district.

The system said: [The child in my wife's womb is about to be born. The next red moon will be in a month. Then come in again, but it will be too late. ]

Lu Yan asked Yanbei, "Do you want to go back?"

Yanbei closed his arms, pondered for a moment, and shook his head slightly: "Go back and be alone. It's dangerous."

[Scientific experiments have proven long ago that plants have emotions and think. ]

[Yanbei enters into simple idea communication with nearby plants due to the morphological reasons. Although the mind of plants is not as clear as that of humans, it gives some useful information. ]

So, Lu Yan said frankly: "Michael, I know what I'm worried about. But the unknown pollutants obviously cannot be dealt with by one person. I and Qiongshu's strength can help. ‌."

Michael was moved by Lu Yan's fearless sacrifice.

He stepped forward and gave Lu Yan a hug: "My beautiful Oriental friend. When this mission is over, let's connect with each other on social networks."

This is Michael's highest recognition of his friend. You must know that on the social account of his tens of millions of fans, there are only 9 followers!

The stairs leading to the second floor of the castle revolve around a cylinder and rise in a spiral manner.

Because the diameter of the cylinder is not large, it is very uncomfortable to make a circle around every step of the way.

Michael was dizzy when he walked, and he opened his wings again and lifted the people up one by one.

If the 1st floor is designed like a 13th century church, the 2nd floor is obviously much better, at least fast forward to the 20th century.

Lu Yan casually turned on the light switch on the wall.

It's hard to believe that there is no electricity here, but the light is dim and unclear. It was in disrepair last year, and occasionally it would flicker like that.

Water dripped from the ceiling.

Lu Yan raised his head and collided head-on with a bunch of **** that looked like fish eggs. There is a circle of light yellow foam on the edge.

Rao was him. At this moment, the disease degree increased uncontrollably by 1.5, and his data was directly approaching the 50 mark.

Lu Yan took a deep breath: "‌Why didn't you remind me to bring an umbrella?"

System: [...This, me. How did I know it would start drooling as soon as it saw people? ]

It was saliva. I don't know why, it just feels worse.

Lu Yan expressionlessly took out the last disinfection tissue in his pocket: "Don't look up."

He has a system, coupled with the slow increase in the severity of his disease. Therefore, it is easy to break free from the gaze of the ‌ball.

But the number of teammates is not necessarily so.

Neither Michael nor Yanbei are pig teammates in horror movies, so they are very obedient.

Don't talk about looking up, Cheng can't wait to walk on the floor.

The corridor on the second floor is like an art gallery, with oil paintings hanging all over it.

"It's religious painting, and the style is Renaissance work. But the brushstrokes and painting style are not like any genre I can remember."

Yanbei used to paint oil paintings before, and the works of art in the Renaissance were the inescapable study objects.

He has an understanding of the sculptures, murals, oil paintings and even folk customs of that period.

The further back you go, the more bizarre the content of the painting becomes.

Lu Yan asked the system, "Does this belong to me?"

System: [‌It, no charge. Take a sedative if it doesn't feel right. ]

So, Lu Yan went down with confidence.

In the beginning, there were only purely religious stories hanging on the side of the corridor. Later, it was more about depicting the demons in hell.

Further back, there are some unspeakable strange images.

These paintings are about what kind of deep-sea animals are drawn. Either a huge, spiky fish; or a half-rotting fish belly filled with human remains. These works have left the creator's name in the corner.

Lu Yan leaned closer, the creator was the owner of this manor, the owner of an ocean shipping company.

"Is this some kind of deep sea worship?"

System: [No, this is pure madness. ]

The last painting, the one is looking up from the angle.

The master knelt before a stone pillar. Huge black tentacles were wrapped around the stone pillar, and the tentacles were covered with ferocious beads, like the eyes of some cold-blooded animal.

I don't know how long these paintings have been hanging on the walls, because no one has taken care of them, and they have been covered with a layer of dust.

But Lu Yan still felt the piety of the painter through the picture.

[If this is a game, ‌probably ‌‌see a question mark above the painting. Delegates can search. ]

[However, while this isn't a game, ‌ has me. Tear up this painting, there is something I want in it. ]

Lu Yan took out the red dagger, pierced the canvas against the puzzled eyes of others.

The reddish-brown paint dripped from the scar on the canvas like blood.

Lu Yan tore open the oil painting and found a yellowed photo hidden in the frame.

The system let out a sneer: [Precious images of cultists' gatherings, the people above were taken to be shot in accordance with the law. ]

This is obviously a whaling ship, and most of the English printed on the hull is blocked.

A man stood beside the cabin with a happy smile on his face.

Most of the people in the photos are of Western faces, so the only East Asian person looks very stunned.

That is Lucheng. The shooting time in the lower left corner was exactly one month before Lu Yan was born.

Michael asked in confusion, "Lu, how did you know there was something in the painting?"

Lu Yan replied, "Intuition."

He put the photo in his pocket and looked very silent.

Michael showed his absent-mindedness and continued to ask questions wisely.

It is normal for people to have secrets. It's not a good habit to get to the bottom of things.

At the end of this oil painting corridor, there are three small picture frames. was placed on the fire cabinet.

Lu Yan frowned immediately.

In the first painting, there is a blond seraph. ‌ His face was unclear, and his body was penetrated by a golden giant sword. The head split open and a crown grew out of it. More than half of the white wings behind it had turned black.

The second painting is of a tree. It looks like a banyan tree seen in Luochuan Botanical Garden. There is a painful face on the tree, and black flowers are blooming on the crown.

In the third painting, a man was buried in the ground, his face was unclear, his chest cavity was cut open, countless disgusting tentacles came out of his stomach, and the surface was covered with sarcoid. It has been filling the blank space of the whole painting.

This painting is like a prophecy of their death.

Yanbei went up to touch it and said, "The paint is dry, I just finished painting."

All the paintings are very dark in color, but the red flesh is particularly bright.

Michael was so upset that he tore the three paintings to shreds: "What, it's just pretending to be a ghost."

[During his lifetime, the doctor was one of the believers of the Truth Society. Apart from that, he is indeed a good doctor, an obstetrician and gynecologist with rich experience in delivering births. ]

[But the wife in the basement was late in giving birth, and the doctor had extra hands, so he developed other hobbies. Such as dissecting corpses and painting. ]

"Did he take away Uriel's talent?"

The system let out a sneer: [The doctor does retain some sanity compared to his wife and businessman. But if the body is not complete, will there be such a brain? ]

[Those who take away Uriel's talent are in the Society of Truth. ]

[The doctor is now in the operating room on the 3rd floor. He was pretending to be brainwashing himself, it was like this, because the other corpses in the castle were all gone, and he fell in love with dissecting himself. Uriel left a strong psychological shadow on him. He is still reluctant to go to the lobby on the first floor, for fear of Uriel cheating. ]

[doctor. Pollution value 7019. ]

[Talent: Cutting, Gene Fusion]

[Direction of lesions: Alien ‌, insanity]

[Defeat him to get the key to the basement. ]