The Road to Slaying God

Zhang Yang was taken to Lin Xueyi's office, which was the same office where Yu Ji jumped from the window. Of course, the damaged glass curtain walls had been repaired.

Seeing Zhang Yang walking in, Lin Xueyi waved her hand and signaled the security guard to go out. The security guard hesitated for a moment, but finally withdrew and closed the door.

"Please take a seat." Lin Xueyi stood up and poured a cup of tea for Zhang Yang, and gestured to Zhang Yang to sit down with grace.

Zhang Yang did not sit down, but still stood and shook his head. His sharp eyes were fixed on this charming woman. He knew that this woman, like several other women, was also waiting for the long-haired middle-aged man to return.

"Tell me, as long as I can help, I will. Power, women, money, whatever." Lin Xueyi sat down with an elegant smile.

"I want to see the young monk!"

"Little monk?" Lin Xueyi frowned.

"I want to see the young monk!" Zhang Yang's eyes were straight, looking extremely weird and scary.

"I haven't contacted him for a long time."

"You have a way, I know, you have a way." Zhang Yang's eyes flashed with a strange look.

"Have you not always been in contact with him?" Lin Xueyi felt a huge pressure.

"No more now, he is avoiding me, he is avoiding me." Zhang Yang's voice was a little hollow, like a walking corpse.

"this……"

"Tell him that I have news about Wang Hao."

"Ah..." Lin Xueyi stood up suddenly and looked at Zhang Yang in shock, with a hint of extreme joy in her shock.

"Yes." Zhang Yang nodded affirmatively.

"Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me about him, tell me..."

This woman with an elegant wife actually cried with joy, covering her pretty face with her hands and sobbing, her body trembling uncontrollably.

"I want to see the young monk."

"Tell me first."

"I want to see the young monk." Zhang Yang's tone was extremely firm.

"...But, I don't know how to contact him." Lin Xueyi finally regained her composure, gently wiped her eyes with a tissue and lowered her head to think for a while.

"You must have a way."

"I don't know..." Lin Xueyi glanced at the phone in the office with a hesitant expression.

"You must have it." Zhang Yang's tone was extremely firm.

"Okay, let me try."

Lin Xueyi picked up the phone and dialed a series of numbers.

"It's Xueyi, is there any news about the young monk?"

"Xue Yi, is there any news about the young monk? It's urgent."

"Do you know the little monk?"

…

Lin Xueyi kept dialing the phone number, and it was obvious that she had an anxious expression on her face. Obviously, all the feedback was about the whereabouts of the little monk.

"Sorry, you saw it too." Lin Xueyi shrugged and said, "Can you tell me the whereabouts of Wang Hao now?!"

"Wait a moment."

Zhang Yang walked to the desk and put his right hand on the phone.

One second!

Two seconds!

Five seconds!

Fifteen seconds!

…

Zhang Yang silently counted the numbers in his heart. He believed that the young monk had already known from the phone that someone was looking for him again...

really!

Just as Zhang Yang calculated, the phone rang twenty seconds later, and Zhang Yang slowly picked up the phone.

"Xue Yi, what's the point of finding the young monk?" The young monk's voice was still full of maturity and immaturity.

"it's me."

"Zhang Yang!!" It was obvious that the expression of the little monk on the other end of the phone should be very surprised. However, this is just a guess. When a smart program does not have a display screen, it should have no expression.

"Little monk, don't hang up. If you hang up, I will completely destroy the Internet even if it takes a year. You know, I can do it." Zhang Yang's tone was full of threats.

"...***, you are cruel!" The young monk was stunned for a moment, then gritted his teeth.

"Tell me, who am I?"

"..."

There was silence on the phone, and Zhang Yang remained silent, listening to the silence on the phone.

The silence was very long. Even Lin Xueyi, who was sitting on the chair, was a little impatient. She didn't understand what kind of game Zhang Yang and the little monk were playing.

"You knew already?"

"I don't know. I'll know if you tell me."

"Why... why are you asking now?" The young monk's voice had never been so cautious.

"Because I want to do something big." Zhang Yang said blankly.

"event?"

"Yes."

"What's the big deal?"

"What you tell me, I will naturally tell you."

"Did your mother keep the things you had when you were a child?" the little monk suddenly asked.

"Yes, I came back to City C this time just to see those things."

"Have you seen it?"

"No."

"Why don't you look first?"

"I want you to tell me instead of me finding out on my own, because I have always thanked you, thank you very much, and I hope I can say it from your mouth." Zhang Yang said every word with a very serious expression.

"Zhang Yang, I..." The young monk's tone was a little stammered, even a little guilty.

"Tell me, no matter what, I won't blame you. After all, I'm fine now, very fine! I just want to know my life experience." Zhang Yang's tone became calm.

"That...that...many, many years ago, I...I established a genetic research institute in my own name..." The little monk hesitated.

"continue."

"However, this research institute is a little different from the NY Life Code Research Institute that you destroyed. The research institute works on synthetic genes, not biochemical genetic humans."

"Synthetic genes?" Zhang Yang frowned. This was the first time he heard this term. Can genes still be synthesized artificially?

"Yes, synthetic genes. Our research institute has collected human genes from more than 10 million people. These genes all have pure blood of the Chinese nation. They are definitely the blood of descendants of Yan and Huang. The ancestors of these people can be traced back thousands of years through genealogy. In the past, even because of intermarriage, the proportion was quite small. We processed these genes through an advanced technology to remove some bad genetic histories and foreign genes. Then, we used instruments to remove these Screened excellent genes create the most pure-blooded Chinese in China..."

"continue."

"The plan failed. We discovered that the ancestry of Chinese people lies in assimilated surnames and plastic surnames. Most of our experimental subjects died in infancy or were idiots. In short, various situations emerged. We came to the conclusion that there is no real The pure Chinese race, the Chinese have lost the purity of their bloodline over thousands of years of history. In fact, the entire human world no longer has pure bloodline, whether they are Han, Uyghur, or Irish , these ethnic groups migrated on a large scale in the face of diseases, wars, and natural disasters, resulting in great national integration. Russians also have Chinese blood flowing in them, and Chinese people will definitely have African genes. cell……"

"Tell the important point." Zhang Yang's tone was still calm.

"Actually, to put it bluntly, that is to say, the babies we cultivated by extracting pure Chinese blood are not suitable for current human life at all, and they cannot even be taken care of with careful care. There are two hundred of our experimental products There are many babies, and you are the only one left, the other children died of diseases or various inexplicable reasons."

"When you were five years old, I gave up research because I didn't want to see more innocent children die under my fanciful ideas."

"Am I the only one left?"

"Yes."

"In other words, I have no father or mother at all. I am just a test-tube baby synthesized from thousands of genes?"

"Ahem... It should be said that you have tens of millions of parents..." The little monk smiled awkwardly.

"..."

Zhang Yang fell into thinking for a while.

"Actually, Zhang Yang, the young monk has just discovered that we are successful. Our experiment has almost been successful, and you are the symbol of success."

"Why?"

"Because your IQ is very high, your calculation ability is very strong, and the most important thing is that you can learn "The Road to Immortality"..."

"Is it related to "The Long Road to Immortality"?" Zhang Yang was stunned.

"Yes, through research, we have found that people with purer bloodlines are more likely to practice "The Immortal Path", and in the past twenty years, you are the first!"

"Why do you say it was almost successful?" Zhang Yang felt that there was a deeper meaning in the little monk's words.

"This...this..." the little monk said with a sigh.

"explain!"

"Our research found that because your bloodline is too pure, humans need to compensate for each other through genetic combination, so...\

,""So what?"

"Your character, your character is a little lacking."

"Example."

"For example, a little selfish..."

…

Zhang Yang's face suddenly turned pale.

"Zhang Yang, this is not your fault, but the little monk's fault."

"So you always forgive me, always protect me, and always use your power to help me achieve my goals?" Zhang Yang's eyes became as sharp as a blade, and Lin Xueyi, who was sitting on the chair, felt a chill in her body.

"Ahem...this is what I can do. When you woke me up at school, I started to investigate your details and found that you were actually one of my experiments...I think, I want to do my best I can help you to make up for my mistakes..." The little monk's voice was suddenly full of kindness, as if he was talking to his own child.

"I want to know, how do you deal with my age? I am already in my twenties now. In fact, your experiment should only have been conducted for eighteen years."

"We have a very advanced instrument, which is not Earth technology. That kind of technology on Earth is called time warp. We use time warp to allow you to grow to five years old in a very short time."

…

Zhang Yang sighed, and he finally understood why he had no memory of his childhood. It was all because of time warping.

"Little monk, I need your help."

"Tell me, as long as I can do it, little monk, I will do my best!" Seeing that Zhang Yang actually asked for something from him, the little monk said with joy.

"Tell me the whereabouts of the man in golden armor."

"No!" The young monk refused.

"Tell me!" Zhang Yang emphasized his tone, and a crazy pressure actually spread through the air and entered his network.

"Why? You are no match for him. Your "Immortal Path" has not yet entered the realm of great success!"

"Because, I am selfish..."

(To be continued)