"Come here, Yanyan!" He grabbed Yanyi's belt and rushed out of the room with his entire body, breaking the window lattice and glass.

The moment they rushed out of the high-rise building and fell from a height, the room they were in exploded, and after a deafening loud noise, dense and thick smoke flew out from the gap in the high-rise building, and the smoke was mixed with spores.

Lu Shangjin pressed Yan Yi into his arms, and at the moment when he approached the landing, the peregrine falcon wings covered with brown spots were unfolded behind him, fanning the air to bring in the cold wind, swiping across the ground, and gliding for a long distance in the air.

With no panic on Yan Yi's face, he turned on the computer under the protection of Lu Shangjin, and simultaneously conveyed the scene of the explosion to the technical department.

The outline of a gray-white mushroom could be vaguely seen in the thick smoke. The technical department sent back the control results. The undead summoned body of the experimental body 602 "Puffball Bomb" is a puffball, the J1 ability is a spore explosion, and the M2 ability is a timed spore.

When the bodyguards and guards heard the movement, they immediately rushed in front of them and started a tight protection circle. Yan Yi pointed to other rooms: "Go and help the police evacuate the people inside."

The two found their car, Lu Shang Jinli landed on the driver's seat, Yan Yi got in from the back seat, and hit the dark grid under the seat twice with his heel, the small hole in the dark grid reflected a red holographic code disk upwards. , after scanning his iris, the vertical door popped open, and inside was a heavy silver portable sniper rifle case.

In addition to a high-precision sniper in the gun box, there are two uzi submachine guns without buttstocks and two ammunition belts.

"Where are we going?" Lu Shangjin started the car and asked back.

"WS School London."

Yan Yi put the computer on his lap, and browsed through the information sent by Bai Chunian, which included a brief introduction to the immortal spirit. In addition, the investigation results about the fall of Jin Xi and Hongli No. 1 Middle School were also sent together.

In the incident of the fall of Hongli No. 1 Middle School, the student responsible for the accident was named Zhen Li, who transferred to WS School in London, England a year ago. A well-known local high-level gangster and in charge of more than a dozen real estate and timber companies, there is evidence that Zhen Li's parents once kidnapped their son's classmate Jin Xi, and used his differentiation ability to save Zhen Li's fall. The deceased student, the two families reconciled, Zhen Li was also exempted from criminal punishment, and was transferred to the WS school in the UK by his parents to study abroad.

"Eternal undead, A3-level deterioration tardigrade alpha, associated ability Pandora's Mirror, J1 ability Angel under the boat, M2 ability Death Summons." Yan Yi closed the computer, "Brother Jin, we have to hurry up."

"Detour to the arsenal?"

"No, just abandon the car when you reach the water's edge, and let's go straight." Yan Yi inserted the magazine and pushed it hard, "Ordinary weapons are useless against experimental subjects, this bullet is enough."

There was a drizzle in the sky, the fog in the air was getting thicker, and some raindrops fell on the windshield. Lu Shangjin turned on the wipers and handed Yan Yi an umbrella.

When he arrived at the school, Yan Yi put on a trench coat and hat, sneaked in over the wall, and walked around the school's spire looking for suspicious smells in the air.

Students in twos and threes walked under the shade of the tree, looking curiously at Yan Yi who was walking on the path with the collar of his trench coat erected to cover half of his face.

Suddenly, Yan Yi's ear in his hat suddenly perked up, and he heard a distant cry for help. He followed the sound and looked up. At the farthest point of his sight, at the top of the steeple bell tower, a student screamed. falling from a high ceiling.

With a dull crash, the corpse smashed into a soft puddle on the masonry ground. The viscous blood slowly seeped out from under the corpse, and a bank card was deeply inserted into the broken skull.

The air seemed to freeze.

After a brief silence, the girl closest to the body cried out hysterically, and the students on the campus scattered like birds and beasts, shouting to the police one after another.

No one noticed that on the rooftop of the bell tower, an alpha teenager with a white cloth on his head was lying leisurely beside the railing, admiring the blood flowers that exploded from the corpse dozens of meters below his feet.

Only half of the upper arm of his right arm was left, and black smoke was coming from the fractured section. He raised the only remaining left hand and stretched out his index finger to write in the air. He controlled the blood on the ground, and slowly wrote a row of scribbled strokes on the ground. Letter: "happybirthday^_^"

The undead rolled on the ground excitedly, gave a terrifying and ethereal laughter, held up the big pearl with his only left hand, and said happily: "Big blisters, I drew you a birthday present, why don't you come out and take a look."

The color of the pearl has dimmed a lot, and the soul fragments wrapped in the nacre are not much lost, and he doesn't want to pay attention to him.

The undead didn't care, humming a twisted tune, holding the big pearl in his hand and tossing it up and down.

Suddenly, he stopped humming, the smile on his face subsided, he stood up from the high platform of the bell tower, and turned to look at the hidden door of the rooftop attic.

The undead lowered his face and stared at the iron gate that was still dozens of meters away from him. A sweet and soft pheromone smell faintly fluttered in the air, and what did not match this sweet and soft smell was the strong oppression in the breath. sense.

He has already deteriorated. Even if A3-level Rimbaud oppresses him, he will not feel any oppression. Where does this invisible pressure come from?

The undead was only stunned, the iron door in the distance seemed to shake illusoryly, and a gray shadow appeared on the rooftop out of thin air.

Yan Yi put his hands in the pockets of the windbreaker and walked towards him slowly.

The undead just blinked, Yan Yi's footsteps had already pressed more than ten meters, but he seemed to be walking with a normal gait.

He is teleporting.

The undead stood up with a cold face, picked up the schoolbag on the ground and carried it on his back: "Who are you?"

"I haven't finished my business yet, and I don't want to fight." The undead raised his only left hand and waved it playfully and contemptuously, "Rabbit? I won't hinder you."

Seeing that Yanyi didn't answer, the undead turned around and left. He had the ability to fly into the air, stepping on the railing of the clock tower and flying lightly into the air.