() In the deepest part of the cave, there were a large number of corpses piled up there. Shanye's eyes moved slightly, he stepped past, leaned over and pulled out the internal organs of the corpse, looking for Dali's figure.

The greasy internal organs slipped between his fingers from time to time, and there was a hint of anxiety and annoyance on Mr. Shan's face.

Shan Ye really likes Dali. Her kindness and straightforwardness deeply attract Shan Ye.

His hands were deeply buried in the corpse, and the cold and slightly solidified blood made Shan Ye feel even more depressed.

"Da, da" came the undisguised sound of footsteps.

Master Shan paused, his expression sluggish, and he frowned as he looked toward the entrance of the cave.

At some point, four or five men in black robes were standing coldly at the entrance of the cave.

Shanye slowly stood up, reached back with his right hand, and placed it on the handle of the knife, with a hint of vigilance in his eyes.

Several men in black robes separated slowly and neatly, as if they had planned it in advance and moved in unison.

A young, indifferent, hoarse voice with iron sand sounded from behind several men in black robes: "I didn't expect you to really come back." The voice was full of surprise.

Following the voice, a blond young human slowly walked out.

He is dressed in a white magcloth lining, and is covered by a double-open white robe on the outside. The golden velvet base is embellished with durable fluorescent grass, and magic patterns flash from time to time. There are a large number of pockets sewn on, and he puts his hands in the pockets.

There was a jingling sound in the pocket.

Looking at the familiar scene, Mr. Shan's expression slightly condensed and his eyes showed surprise.

She has short blonde hair and feels refreshed.

Logically speaking, a fair-looking young man with blond hair looks like he should be sunny and full of vitality. But in Shan Ye's eyes, this young man has a face that has gone through vicissitudes of life and is indifferent, and his aura like that of a twilight old man smells like a coffin.

Son.

Although he tried to make his expression richer, the indifference and calmness in his bones still made him look much more mature than his actual age.

Just as he was looking the young man up and down, he suddenly groaned, "Ugh~!" and covered his left eye.

A burst of khaki light shone through the young man's fingers, swirling mischievously around his left eye as if out of control.

The young man slowly raised his head and looked at Master Shan with a flat gaze: "It's really troublesome, I still can't adapt to this body." The smell of the rancid coffin in the young voice became stronger and stronger.

As he spoke, he gently lowered his arm, revealing his left eye.

It was a rapidly rotating, khaki-colored gemstone eye. This unique gemstone eye made Master Shan look stunned and exclaimed: "Camus!!"

Camus was shaken all over, his gemstone eyes trembled, and a ruler-long light burst out from his eyes. He narrowed his pupils slightly and looked at Master Shan.

Searching through his memory, Camus was certain that he had never seen the skinny, sallow-faced young man in front of him.

While thinking deeply, Camus dug into his pocket and took out a bottle of bubbling orange potion.

He opened his mouth and swallowed a mouthful of potion. The strange smell wafted in his mouth, causing Camus to frown hard.

In the previous body, the taste buds were severely degraded, but now this body has normal taste, which has affected Camus to a certain extent.

After forcefully smoothing away the irritation between his brows, Camus' left eye was quickly wrapped in a layer of orange liquid, as if repairing a house, quickly filling in the damage caused by the gemstone eye just now.

A few breaths later, Camus turned into a blond, blue-eyed, handsome young man again.

Putting his hand in his pocket, Camus looked at Master Shan curiously: "Have you seen me? Was it at the experimental base?"

Mr. Shan took his right arm away from the scimitar and stood with his head bowed.

He understands that there is a strength gap between himself and Camus. Even if he transforms into a suit, he has no chance of winning, not to mention...

His eyes moved and fell on those powerful men in black robes. Master Shan told him honestly.

Camus listened patiently, and Shanye's specious explanation made him fall into deep thought.

Master Shan waited patiently. After a while, Camus suddenly patted his head in annoyance, quickly took out a pen and paper, and started recording.

Master Shan's eyes were slightly sharp, and he couldn't help but take a step back, looking at Camus carefully.

After recording, Camus' expressionless face was suddenly filled with a sincere smile.

That smile was very innocent, with a bit of satisfaction.

Camus put away his pen and paper and asked something that made Mr. Shan dumbfounded: "What did you just say? Can you repeat it? I was distracted."

Shan Ye's expression was stagnant, as if a piece of durian had been stuck in his throat, which was dry and slippery, and his expression was extremely wonderful.

Taking a deep breath, Shan Ye secretly recited a few lines of the Hualian Sutra to calm himself down, and patiently repeated what he just said.

Camus didn't even finish listening and interrupted Mr. Shan, "Forget it, it doesn't matter how you met me. I'll take you to see Dali first."

Mr. Shan was startled, with surprise on his face: "Dali...Dali is not dead?" His voice was excited, with a slightly trembling upward glide.

Camus nodded noncommittally, turned around and led the way.

The distance was very close, thousands of meters away in a hidden cave, Shan Ye saw a pale and unconscious Dali.

This is where Camus temporarily stayed, and there were at least thirty men in black robes guarding the place, with surging momentum and empty eyes, like puppets.

The luxurious edge wood desk and the comfortable and precious red lotus wood bench were randomly thrown into the damp and dark cave.

Several bottles of high-end blue shadow were lying crookedly on the ground, and the rich aroma of wine filled the entire cave.

After kicking open a bottle of high-end blue shadow worth more than fifty gold coins, Camus put his mud-covered feet unceremoniously on the edge of the wooden desk.

Taking out a small notebook from his pocket, Camus began to write down notes again, not forgetting to tilt his head to remind Mr. Shan: "When I found her, she was almost burping, but my superb medical skills saved her, but

.." After saying this, Camus' eyes fell on Dali's incomplete limbs.

His leather armor was stained with blood, and his face and body were covered with shocking and terrifying cuts. Under the flesh, curled-up green tendons were exposed, and the dry muscles spasmed from time to time, which made Mr. Shan feel heartbroken.

Apart from these incisions, the most serious part is the missing limbs.

Both legs were broken at the root, and only the left arm was left above the elbow joint. A large piece of the right arm was missing from the chest, exposing the slightly squirming internal organs.

The right arm was roughly stitched together, and the other wounds were treated to some extent, but Dali was still unconscious.

Shan Ye was about to take out the intermediate treatment potion impulsively, but suddenly stopped, and out of the corner of his eye, Camus was recording something, but...

Putting down the pen gently, Camus rubbed his eyebrows, trying hard to smooth out the twisted eyebrows.

It has been several days since I escaped from the experimental base.

Camus had been trying to enter an experimental state, but when he was truly alone, Camus realized how naive his ideas were.

No tools, no helpers, no quiet space...
Chapter completed!