The room shimmered with a silver radiance as shadows flickered within. Hurried footsteps echoed, as if searching for something important.


    d in white protective suits that covered them from head to toe, their eyes were the only visible part, lending an air of mystery.


    They carried metal trays in their hands, neatly arranged with surgical knives and silver needles and such, seemingly engaged in something grave.


    An impatient voice urged them, “Hurry up, the people above are still waiting.”


    “If you dy and incur punishment for wasting time, it will be your own responsibility!”


    “Yes, we understand.”


    They walked through the white marbled corridor and made their way directly to the operating room.


    “Creak-”


    The door to the operating room swung open, revealing a young man lying on the operating table, dressed in a white-striped hospital gown.


    His face looked handsome and resolute, with closed eyes, and a ghastly pallor.


    A white towel was draped over his body, and there was a circr hole cut at his chest, from which fresh blood continuously flowed.


    Strangely, the blood was not the typical red but a deep and vibrant green.


    This wasn’t the color one would expect from normal human blood.


    It resembled more of an insect’s blood, captivating to the eyes.


    Thin, white worms wriggled incessantly, seemingly eager to burst out of the chest cavity.


    “Pass me the forceps.”


    A deep, gravelly voice suddenly resounded in the room.


    The man speaking wore a floor-length white coat, and his silver hair appeared to glow under the lights.


    With rubber gloves on his hands, he held a pair of silver scissors that were smeared with blood, a disconcerting sight under the lights.


    His assistant handed him the scissors, and the man used them, along with the forceps, to capture the small worms inside a long transparent ss tube.


    As they performed these actions, everyone in the vicinity held their breath, watching the scene unfold before their eyes.


    Afterpleting his tasks, the man affixed abel to the test tube and ordered in a solemn voice, “Take it away.”


    “Yes.”


    Although outside was scorching hot, theboratory was sweat-inducing. Annoyed, the man removed his mask, revealing a familiar face with deep wrinkles.


    It was Adrian.


    Sweat the size of peanuts trickled down his forehead and trailed down his gaunt features onto his chin.


    “Drip…”


    Where itnded on his white coat, the droplet caused the color to darken, moistened by perspiration. He finally noticed that a portion of his white coat soaked with green blood had corroded and developed a hole.


    His gaze averted to his clothes, he took a nce and narrowed his eyes in satisfaction.


    “It seems we are not far from sess.”


    Just as he uttered these words, his assistant dashed over, eyes wide with fear.


    ” Adrian, just now, that person relived!”


    Before the words even finished, theboratory filled with a nging noise, followed by amotion.


    “Hurry, call for assistance! Catch him!”


    “Retrieve everything from theb, get the security team!”


    “What’s happening?”N?velDrama.Org holds this content.


    “…”


    Boom-


    Theboratory door, once tightly shut, was forcefully pushed open in the next second.


    The man who had previously been lying on the bed, apparently dead, had now climbed off, and the small circr hole on his chest had pierced through, emitting a silver gleam from behind him.


    The handsome face bulged with prominent veins, giving it a sinister appearance as if an evil spirit from hell had crawled out. His ck pupils turned deep green, and red blood vessels crept like spider webs from the edges of his eyes, ck tears flowing down his cheeks. His gaze hollow, like a dead fish.


    Adrian’s eyes gleamed with admiration, he adjusted his reading sses and a hint of smile curved his lips. “Excellent, the living dead is produced!”


    The living dead?


    ng! The bulletproof ss, unable to be prated by bullets, was, in the next moment, punched through by his bare hands. He strode toward Adrian, swiftly bing the target of weapons.


    Bullets rained down on him like a storm, but if he were an ordinary person, he would have fallen instantly. The power of the bullets was great, yet when they hit him, they were as ineffective as feathers.


    The guards in ck robes exchanged fearful nces. “What do we do?”


    “Forget it, since bullets can’t prate him, let’s charge together.”


    Dropping their guns, they brandished knives and lunged at the undying man. However, as soon as they reached him, they were broken.


    Adrian began to feel anxious.


    “The living dead is incredibly strong; des and bullets cannot harm him. Quick, bring the mortar!”


    Thisb had to be abandoned.


    With a thunderous boom, the entireb was uprooted, and a ck mushroom cloud rose into the sky, disappearing soon after.


    The living dead finally copsed, a fist-sized hole in his chest expanding to the size of a football.


    After the smoke cleared, Adrian breathed a sigh of relief, walking over to the man. He nudged him with his foot, but the man didn’t stir.


    Indeed, he was dead.


    All of this was witnessed by Cheyenne, not far away. Her expression remained cold, and her lips curled in disdain.


    “Just so so.”


    What living dead?


    It was simply the result of poison triggering hormones in the body, enhancing his physical abilities for a limited time. However, such invincibility also had a fatal w. Once the designated time passed, it would dete like a punctured balloon, resolving on its own.


    Adrian caught Cheyenne’s mocking tone and turned to look at her thoughtfully.


    He lightly stroked his beard and wore a thoughtful expression. “Does my grandniece have any insights? Feel free to speak.”


    “I’m tired,” she yawnedzily and turned to leave.


    “Hehe…”


    Adrian watched her departing figure with an indifferent expression. Those around were struck by herposed manner. Was she here to be a prisoner? Clearly, she seemed more like a high-ranking official.


    Akloit.


    Two days of continuous rain had turned the ancient city into a tranquil and silent ce in the misty rain.