Golden yellow liquid gurgled out from the Ginseng Doll's body, shimmering with a strange and captivating light in the dim night, each drop seemingly containing endless mysterious power.
The liquid dripped onto the dry ground, making a "sizzling" sound, like a sorrowful elegy of life's unwilling struggle and passing.
Yuan Mei was completely consumed by greed at this moment. He couldn't wait to lower his head and suck in large gulps of the Ginseng Doll's essence, looking like a ravenous wolf pouncing on prey.
His face was stained with the golden liquid, appearing particularly ferocious under the faint moonlight, like a demon crawled out of Hell.
In the following days, he seemed to have fallen into madness, not letting go of even the slightest bit of the Ginseng Doll, even consuming its body bit by bit until nothing remained.
After eating the entire Ginseng Doll, Yuan Mei instantly felt an unprecedented and strange change.
He felt as if he had opened a door to a new world, able to hear the echoes of all things.
The originally silent mountains, rivers, grass, and trees now seemed to possess life, whispering in his ears. The rustling of leaves in the breeze, to him, was the trees telling stories of time; the chirping of insects seemed to be them sharing bits of their lives.
He could also clearly sense the energy fluctuations within various creatures, those fluctuations like unique musical movements, each creature having its own distinct melody.
He was pleasantly surprised to find that different creatures contained the same fluctuations, as if there was a mysterious bond between all life, connecting them tightly.
What made him even more ecstatic was that he sensed his lifeline seemed to be infinitely stretched by a mysterious power, granting him eternal life.
However, the cruel reality was also before him; he did not gain the immense power to summon wind and rain as he had imagined a celestial being would possess.
But this small setback did not make Yuan Mei give up his pursuit of power; instead, it further ignited the madness and obsession deep within him.
In the days that followed, he began centuries of biological research.
To satisfy his craving for power, he resorted to any means, capturing various creatures from all over the world.
Whether it was rare and exotic beasts living in dense jungles, mysterious and unpredictable creatures in the deep sea, or even ancient species hidden in remote areas, none escaped his clutches.
He locked these innocent creatures in dark laboratories, where they suffered inhuman torture.
Yuan Mei cruelly dissected these creatures, trying to find the mysteries of life and methods to enhance power from their body structures.
He conducted genetic modification and Fusion experiments, forcibly combining the genes of different creatures, hoping to create new species with extraordinary abilities.
In the laboratory, various instruments flashed with cold light, the sounds of mechanical operation and the painful wails of creatures intertwined, forming a bloody and despairing symphony.
Countless lives died tragically in his hands, their blood staining the laboratory floor, while Yuan Mei, in this bloody process, stepped by step into the abyss of madness, without the slightest guilt or remorse for his actions.
As time passed, Yuan Mei's research gradually yielded results.
He created various bizarre and terrifying creatures, some with distorted appearances that instilled fear at first glance; others possessed strange abilities but were used for evil purposes.
He regarded these creatures as his masterpieces, like a mad artist, constantly optimizing and improving them.
He delusionally attempted to create super species that surpassed existing life, using these powerful creatures to achieve his ambition of ruling the world.
Finally, driven by his madness, the Freemasons were established.
He spread his twisted ideology, attracting a group of equally insane followers who pursued power and authority.
They secretly manipulated the world's situation, engaging in various unspeakable activities, stopping at nothing to achieve their so-called "great goal," plunging the entire world into fear and shadow.
Zhou Qi, who had explored his memory fragments, now fully understood that the person in front of him was Yuan Mei, the leader of the Freemasons, an old monster who had survived since the Queue Dynasty!
Zhou Qi confirmed that the White-robed Person in front of him was Yuan Mei, the leader of the Freemasons, an old monster who had survived since the Queue Dynasty.
However, although this Yuan Mei had lied to him in their previous conversation, the matter of the Antarctica Geocentric Base was true.
According to the description in his memory fragments, they had discovered a frozen three-headed giant monster and several crystals in Antarctica twenty years ago, and most of the Freemasons' scientific research power was concentrated there.
Only their high-level members of the Freemasons were in this Geocentric Base in the Beautiful Country.
Understanding this, Zhou Qi's gaze swept coldly over the other White-robed People like ice blades.
He slightly narrowed his eyes, a cold glint flickering within, and a chillingly powerful sense of oppression emanated from his body, the air seemingly solidifying slightly under this Aura.
As his inner intention moved, vast mental power surged out like a turbulent tide.
This mental power seemed to have materialized, like invisible yet tough tentacles, with an unstoppable force, rapidly probing towards the minds of the other White-robed People.
Under the deep probing of his mental power, Zhou Qi found that without exception, these people were all old monsters who had lived for hundreds of years.
Over the long years, they had been blinded by their desire for power, reaching the height of depravity in their research.
Like greedy demons, they unscrupulously extended their sinful hands towards various creatures, forcibly injecting the genes of those creatures into their own bodies.
One of them even had compound eyes like an insect protruding from both sides of his forehead. The compound eyes were composed of countless tiny hexagons, each hexagonal facet like a meticulously polished miniature gem, shimmering with a strange multifaceted luster in the dim light.
Another, wrapped in a white robe, had wings similar to a bat growing from his back. The wings were thin, almost transparent, yet covered with clearly visible blood vessels.
Those blood vessels were like winding and twisted Earthworms, coiling wantonly on the wings. As the wings trembled slightly, the strange liquid flowing in the blood vessels was faintly visible, emitting a nauseating odor.
Others' skin had become rough and hard like a crocodile's, covered with dense, raised bumps. These bumps not only made their appearance look more ferocious and terrifying,
But also secreted a sticky liquid from time to time.
The liquid was dark green, emitting a pungent smell, as if it was an evil substance overflowing from the depths of Hell. Just a slight touch felt as if an evil force was corroding one's self.
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