Non-human Gene Complex

A piece of best metal floated into Fang Moqi's hands, and Lan Mu put away the others.

Fang Moqi touched the black god iron and asked, "How to use it?"

"Think! Do you understand the mind?" Lan Mu said.

Fang Moqi stared at it, his face flushed red.

He felt like his brain was about to burst, and Best Metal didn't respond.

"It... doesn't seem to be working."

Lan Mu smiled and said, "It's not that simple. Most people need to train for at least three years, and they have to be very talented."

Fang Moqi groaned, but didn't care, he was very calm.

Seeing that he handed Best Metal back, Lan Mu thought for a while and said, "I think you should be exceptionally gifted, so let this piece be with you! If you have nothing to do, just practice it, and you might be able to learn it sometime. .”

Fang Moqi smiled, and he was not polite, and put it next to his body.

"Where did you get these weird things?"

Seeing that Fang Moqi finally got to the point, Lan Mu looked at him seriously and said, "This kind of thing is called a containment object."

"You can call them abnormal things. They are all existences with supernatural characteristics. There are more than a thousand kinds of such things in the world. Some are metals, some are creatures, and some may be a movie. A mobile phone, it may also be a USB flash drive, or even an area."

Fang Moqi said in surprise, "Then Shambhala..."

"That's right, Shambhala is a containment object. This special space independent of the earth is definitely an abnormal zone." Lan Mu said: "Besides, I found three containment objects in the entire Shambhala. "

After finishing speaking, Lan Mu took out the magic brush and bronze mirror and showed it to Fang Moqi.

Fang Moqi looked at the two things in surprise, and asked, "What's the use of them?"

"The bronze mirror can monitor all the human beings in Shambhala, and the magic brush can make puppets. The gargoyle you encountered before was made by the king with it... In addition, the people of Shambhala are also born from the magic brush."

Fang Moqi looked at the magic pen, and immediately thought of the dead Qianlong team members becoming the king's guards, but the whole Shambhala existed like this, and he felt unbelievable.

"Remember, the existence of contained objects is not all good. To be precise, most of them are harmful to humans."

Lan Mu told Fang Moqi everything about the containment, including the responsibilities of Qianlong and CANC.

Fang Moqi used to be a temporary worker of Qianlong, so he didn't know these secrets. It is conceivable that most human beings don't know the existence of the contained objects at all.

Since getting to know Lan Mu, Fang Moqi has experienced many supernatural events. Now that he accepts the setting of the containment object, it is easy to accept the reality.

Lan Mu instilled in him the dangers of the contained objects and the necessity of their containment, and incidentally mentioned the existence of the Lanbai Society.

"Are you willing to join the Blue and White Club? Lao Fang."

Fang Moqi was so excited that he almost roared and replied, "Of course!"

He said happily: "I thought that I have challenged almost all the extreme environments in the world. There is no place on earth that can make me feel excited and exciting. I didn't expect that at this time, you actually told me that the whole world is still alive." There is another unknown side! Still such an interesting side!"

Fang Moqi's ability to accept is extremely strong, and he almost instantly assumed the perspective of the inmate, and is completely willing to join the Lanbai Club.

Lan Mu smiled. He knew that Fang Moqi would be excited. He opened the door to another world for him and gave him a higher pursuit.

Of course, Lan Mu didn't tell Fang Moqi that he was the contained object.

From a human point of view, he should be the most uncontrollable containment object in the world. He didn't want to hide his identity, and he didn't dare to tell Fang Moqi.

He was afraid that Fang Moqi's reaction would disappoint him, and he was afraid that he would not be able to help...kill him.

...

Rayleigh, Charlie and his team communicated with the Shambhala people, allowing them to resume production and live a stable life.

But because of the death of the king and the disappearance of the Buddha, they think that the gods have abandoned Shambhala, and this place is no longer a fairyland. One day it will become extinct, and the fruit that can never be picked will definitely disappear.

"Xie Te! You also know that life is meaningless? Then go to hell! If you don't die, tell us the way to leave Shambhala!"

The Indian man finally couldn't take it anymore, he thought these Shambhala people were simply a bunch of idiots.

Lei Li said patiently: "How can the cattle and sheep be eaten up? They will also give birth to calves and lambs..."

Before he finished speaking, someone from Shambhala interrupted him.

"No! Animals in Shambhala will not have a next generation, and we will not have a next generation... One day, this place will become a place of death! It will become hell!"

Everyone was taken aback for a moment, but they didn't expect that even animals, like humans, lost their fertility.

If you think about it this way, Shambhala really seems to be destroyed.

"God has abandoned us, and even the rain from the sky will no longer give the earth richness. The grass that has been eaten will no longer grow new grass, and the fruits that have been picked will no longer continue to replenish."

Following the eyes of the Shambhala people, they saw that there was a large blank in the grassland, and many fruit trees were eaten up by everyone these days, and the trees became bare.

Mr. Charlie covered his head and shouted: "My God, in the past, the rain would revive the vegetation on the ground, but now... is it really because we killed the king?"

The Indian man said abruptly, "We didn't kill the king!"

Rayleigh frowned and said, "What's the use of saying this now? Damn it, doesn't anyone know how to leave Shambhala?"

Fang Moqi came nearby, and after learning about the current situation of Shambhala, he hurried to a snow mountain to look for Lan Mu.

Lan Mu told him to find the exit alone, alone in the mountains.

But when Fang Moqi searched all over the snow mountain, he didn't find Lan Mu.

"Where did this guy go?"

Fang Moqi didn't know, Lan Mu was looking down at him from the sky.

He has transformed into a foggy, dreamlike body.

"Yellow...is it such a thing? What does the color represent?"

Lan Mu's misty face is expressionless, he can fly freely, but the speed is not very fast.

"A strange life form, half solid and half virtual..."

"But... what ability do I have?"

Lan Mu sensed the energy in his body, and a stimulus instantly darkened the world.

In an instant, the bright Shambhala was plunged into darkness, and everyone couldn't see their fingers.

"Ah! I can't see!"

"My God! God really abandoned Shambhala! Even the light is taken away!"

For a moment, the earth was disturbed, and the sudden darkness made everyone panic.

There is no sun in the world of Shambhala, nor the alternation of the sun and the moon, nor the rotation of the seasons.

It is bright in itself, and the clouds in the sky emit light automatically.

However, at this moment, Lan Mu banned all light, and the energy in his body caused humans to lose their perception of light.

"I can still see the light in the clouds...but other people can't see it. This is not the banning of the light itself, but the banning of the light perception of creatures."

Lan Mu fumbled for his ability, suddenly, staring blankly at the clouds, a thought flashed across his mind like lightning.

"Wait... Isn't the cloud that glows automatically anomalous?"

He recalled that when he first came in, he was still a golden retriever, and his treasure-hunting instinct sensed three contained objects.

They are magic pen, bronze mirror and something in the sky.

At that time, he thought that the alien energy was the one in the sky, but now that he absorbed the alien energy, he found that the cloud layer still had abnormal properties, which meant that what he sensed was actually the treasure of 'cloud containment'.

"The clouds have the characteristics of automatic light emission and rain out of thin air..."

"Alien energies usually fuse with something, and it happens to fuse with the cloud containment, allowing the rain to have the ability to revive plants..."

"Because of the fusion of two special substances, the treasure hunting mouse only sensed one... In fact, counting the alien energy, Shambhala actually has four contained objects!"

Lan Mu suddenly realized that the exit of Shambhala is in the sky!

"its not right!"

He flies up and down the sky, up and down the clouds.

He has searched here several times, and he has searched inch by inch with his spiritual power. Except for the cloud, it is water vapor. If it can make people leave Shambhala, then Lan Mu can leave long ago!

Lan Mu was disappointed, but then cheered up again.

"No! This clue is very important, the exit must be here, but there is still a mechanism..."

Lan Mu was thinking, he felt that it was a little bit worse! Just a flash of inspiration.

"Eagle!"

Fly to the Snow Mountain Temple and look at the golden eagle enshrined above.

"It is said that the eagle will lead people into Shambhala... No! This is actually the way to lead people out!"

"But there are no creatures like eagles in Shambhala! How can a statue..."

"Well……"

Lan Mu suddenly realized, who said that statues can't take people? Don't you have a magic pen?

He hurriedly took out the magic pen and tapped each of the golden eagle's eyes.

A miraculous thing happened. I saw the eagle suddenly opened its eyes, looked forward with a majestic posture, and spread its wings with its head held high.

"Take me away from Shambhala!" Lan Mu ordered the eagle.

The eagle flew under Lan Mu and carried him towards the clouds in the sky.

Lan Mu didn't need him to carry it at all, and he was half-empty, so he couldn't sit still with his lower body.

So one person and one eagle flew high into the sky, and then... there was no more.

"Where's the exit? Take me out!"

Lan Mu commanded with a magic pen in his hand, but the eagle just hovered in the clouds.

It is just a puppet, not real life. You can obey the author's orders, but whether you can do it or not is none of its business.

Lan Mu pondered silently, feeling that the clue was broken here.

"It's almost there! The exit must be here, the eagle is circling around here, but I just can't get out!"

"Again..."

"The people who left Shambhala obviously used the magic pen to bring the golden eagles back to life, and flew them to the clouds to leave. Because humans can't fly, they needed the power of the golden eagle puppets to come here..."

Lan Mu nodded, this is almost certain.

"But I don't need this step, I can fly by myself now, what's next? What is the most critical point?"

Scanning the clouds everywhere, finally Lan Mu's eyes rested on the magic brush.

"Is it possible..."

"The finishing touch..."

With the idea of ​​giving it a try, Lan Mu sketched it on the weird cloud, and drew two eyes casually.

A miraculous thing happened, his eyes froze on the clouds, and through the eye sockets, he saw the vast sea.

"Huh!"

Lan Mu suddenly realized, secretly amused.

"It turned out to be that simple..."

He held the brush again, this time instead of drawing the eyes, he drew a big circle.

The other side of the circle is high altitude, overlooking the ocean with rough waves.

"Magic pen, so you are the core of the Shambhala world! You exist in Shambhala, or who brought you in?"

Lan Mu murmured, he had no way to verify the history of the contents contained in the magic brush.

Shaking his head, he looked back at the dark land, which was getting more and more chaotic, and no one could see it, so he could only rely on groping.

He didn't take back the darkness for the time being, and flew directly into the circle.

Come out again, is the vast sky and ocean, boundless.

There is the sun in the sky, ships and islands in the distance.

"Is this the Earth?"

A small island was not far away. He flew straight there and found a small village where a group of black people lived.

He was like a dark shadow over the village, but no one noticed him.

He saw a misty force field floating in many houses, connected to the foreheads of sleeping people, like a condensed mist.

"What is this? Why is this thing floating on the head?"

Feeling the instinct of the body, in order to test his ability, he threw himself into the mist without hesitation.

In an instant, the world changed drastically, and he came to a chaotic world, full of artillery fire and war.

Countless troops rushed towards a black man, who was standing on the ruined wall, holding a submachine gun and shooting at the troops like infinite bullets.

Behind the black man, there were beauties of various skin colors cheering him on, and he shouted proudly: "I am the king of the world!"

Lan Mu looked down at him from the top of the world, and thought to himself, "Damn...retarded?"