My Cell Game

What the soul rider bought here was not mutant cancer cells, but a place for ten undead warriors. In other words, if Yuan Feng and the others did not become undead warriors, the Hundred Fires Legion would be responsible, and would keep providing mutated cancer cells until all ten Yuan Feng and the others became undead warriors.

Two hours later, Yuan Feng's source cells began to undergo significant changes, which meant that he had successfully possessed the ability of an undead warrior.

Not long after, the source cells of the remaining nine key players also began to change. Under the watchful eyes of the surrounding players, all ten of them became undead warriors!

This conversion rate can be said to be very high, and Yuan Feng is very satisfied with it. He left the base of the Hundred Fires Legion with the players whose breath was soaring, and returned to his training base, ready to continue training.

It will take five days to form the Soul Cavalry Legion. Taking advantage of these five days, Yuan Feng is going to train his team intensively and try to break through to level 30 or above.

After five days, the Soul Cavalry Legion will begin to issue challenges to each legion, the first being the Hundred Fire Legion. The Soulrider professional team also wanted to rank among the top three in the entire server.

Nanyang City.

On the sixth day after the blood tide erupted, the entire Nanyang City had turned into a pitch-black city.

The power supply system has been completely destroyed by the wandering Deadpool, and the only bright place in the whole city is the city hospital. There were judges and troops stationed there, and emergency generators provided the final power for the Nanyang City hospital. Far away from the hospital, only darkness and cold remained.

The heavy snow is still falling one after another, and the red color when the blood tide broke out has gradually returned to white. The heavy snow like goose feathers made the environment in Nanyang City even worse.

The remote housing area on the outskirts of the city is actually the place with the largest number of survivors.

Citizens in the city center have already rushed to the hospital to take refuge. Due to inconvenient transportation, heavy snow blocked the roads in the suburbs, and there were a large number of wandering Deadpools along the way, it was impossible to go to the hospital to seek refuge.

In a dark house, the wooden door of the house was blocked from the inside with a table, blocking the wind and snow from the outside.

In the center of the room, a small bonfire was burning, and six young men and women were silent by the bonfire.

It was freezing cold outside, and Deadpool's hoarse growl echoed in the air. They have been hiding here for two days, and all the dry food they brought with them has been eaten. If they continue to wait here, they will only starve to death or freeze to death. Leaving this hut, going out to look for food and fire tools, will be discovered by the Deadpool outside again.

The atmosphere in the room was gloomy and depressing, and the young people sitting around the campfire were thinking about where they would go.

Suddenly, the low growls outside the house got closer and closer, as if a Deadpool was approaching the house.

The threat was approaching, and the young people around the campfire hurriedly extinguished the campfire, lest the light and sound of the fire would reveal their positions.

Deadpool's growl was getting closer and closer, wandering outside the house. The six people in the room held their breath and did not dare to move. There was only a wall between them and Deadpool.

Suddenly, the bonfire in the middle suddenly made a "cracking" sound of sparks, which was the sound of the bonfire that had not been completely extinguished. Suddenly, the atmosphere in the room became extremely tense, and the eyes of the six people looked at the surrounding walls in horror, wondering if Deadpool had heard this small voice.

At the same time, the roar of Deadpool outside the house stopped, and the sound of Deadpool stepping on the ground also stopped, and the cabin at night fell into a strange silence.

About ten minutes later, the house was still quiet, and Deadpool's voice did not sound again. The six people in the room gradually breathed a sigh of relief, and glanced at each other, asking if Deadpool had left.

Without a definite answer, no one dared to act rashly.

After another five minutes, seeing that there was still no movement outside the door, the people in the room began to feel relieved, let go of the palms covering their mouths, and let out a long breath.

Deadpool is finally gone.

One of them took out a lighter and was about to light the bonfire in the center again. Before he pressed the lighter, he suddenly noticed that one of the girls' expression suddenly changed from relaxed to terrified, and he couldn't help lifting his finger and pointing in the direction of the wooden door.

The young man holding the lighter looked back, and immediately took two steps back, and the lighter in his hand fell to the ground.

The wooden door has a black mist.

Deadpool is atomized!

The Deadpool outside the house didn't leave at all, it had already found the people in the house. I don't know whether it was to tease the prey or for other reasons, it has been waiting quietly outside the door until it turned into mist and floated in through the wooden door.

Suddenly, there were screams in the whole room.

The screams mixed with the cries for help spread from the hut to the surroundings. This burst of cries was particularly obvious at night, and it spread far, far away.

On the snowy ground nearly a thousand meters away from the hut, there were two figures wearing masks walking. The screaming for help reached the ears of the two, and they both stopped, looked at each other, turned and rushed towards the place where the screams came from.

The aerosolized deadpool easily passed through the wooden door, and the black mist slowly condensed, forming a scarlet and pitch-black deadpool.

Looking at the six people in the room who had nowhere to hide, Deadpool showed a bloodthirsty smile on the corner of his mouth, and his white fangs protruded from both sides of his mouth.

The six survivors and Deadpool looked at each other across the extinguished bonfire. Just as Deadpool was about to kill, its ears suddenly became alert. There was a sound of rubbing snow outside the door, and Deadpool smelled a murderous intent in the air.

"boom!"

Before Deadpool could react, the sound of the wooden door shattering came from behind Deadpool, and the hard wooden door, together with the table blocking the wooden door, shattered into sawdust.

The wind and snow outside the door blew in along the broken wooden door, and snowflakes like goose feathers blew into the hut.

Deadpool turned his head and saw a man wearing a windbreaker and a black clown mask standing outside the broken wooden door.

Judge!

Deadpool took two steps back and came to a corner, his body began to aerosolize quickly, trying to pass through the wall and leave the room.

The two judges at the door looked at Deadpool motionlessly, showing no sign of stopping. After Deadpool passed through the wall and left the room, the two judges moved suddenly, one left and one right surrounded Deadpool in the middle.

A moment later, Deadpool's body fell half-kneeled on the snow. The two judges carried Deadpool's body and walked into the hut one after the other.

"I didn't expect there to be so many survivors here."

"Six, I have to work hard tonight."

The two judges put Deadpool's body aside and looked at the survivors in the house.

The six young men in the room huddled together, half of their eyes were vigilant, half of them were grateful for the rest of their lives, and they looked at the two unidentified judges.

Finally, the young man with the lighter spoke up. He seemed to be the leader of the group. He bowed to the two judges and said, "Thank you for your action just now. Excuse me, are you the royal family?" judge?"

The two judges looked at each other, and there was a burst of laughter from behind the masks. One of the judges shook his head and said, "No, we don't belong to the royal family. We belong to another organization, but our organization doesn't have a name yet."