In the suburbs of City A, as the night fell and crossed midnight, the main urban area was still brightly lit with young men and women reveling in nightclubs. However, near the cemetery, all was quiet.
Two workers, having shown their passes, drove a truck into the cemetery and parked it. They unloaded a heavy wooden coffin from the cargo hold.
Cremation had been practiced for many years, and except in small rural villages, it was rare to find deceased individuals buried intact.
Yanping Cemetery, located to the north of City A, was one of the few graveyards in the city that accepted traditional burials.
"This is really weird," the foreman wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "Who requests a burial in the middle of the night without any family members present? If it weren't for the generous payment, I wouldn't have taken this job."
A day ago, the workers received a strange order online. The client claimed that their son, who was homosexual and suffering from depression, had committed suicide. The family wanted a discreet burial to avoid disgrace.
The client provided proof from the funeral home, and the foreman, a street-smart guy with a history of dubious activities, reluctantly accepted the job due to the substantial payment.
Carrying the coffin, they arrived at the graveyard. The cemetery administrator, holding a flashlight and yawning, led the way.
Judging by the weight, the coffin was made of solid wood and not cheap. Considering the ability to purchase a complete grave in the cemetery, the client seemed wealthy—perhaps from a traditional military or political family in City A. Therefore, the client's peculiar request didn't seem entirely incomprehensible.
Even if it was hard to understand, these workers were already hypnotized without their knowledge.
"In this day and age, still discriminating against same-sex relationships," the foreman grumbled as they placed the coffin in the prepared grave.
The worker asked, "What's the next step?"
The foreman originally thought of saying "filling the grave," but for some reason, it came out as "opening the coffin."
The two lifted the coffin lid, and as it was heavy, when the seam opened, fresh blood flowed out, bright red and enchanting.
A few drops landed on the workers' arms, creating two large holes. They continued lifting the coffin lid as if they couldn't feel the pain.
Inside the coffin lay a young man. He had long eyelashes, emitting a peculiar foul odor throughout his body.
The eyelashes of the sorcerer trembled, and then he slowly opened his eyes.
His pitch-black eyes had a glassy texture, resembling aliens from a sci-fi movie.
Beside him, the bodies of three individuals kept expanding, their skin peeling off to reveal bloody flesh. They looked like monsters from a biohazard film or the second stage of living dead in contamination cases.
The moon above shone brightly, with a faint red halo on the edge, known astronomically as a lunar halo caused by light refraction.
However, this red lunar halo made many people feel uneasy.
Cemetery staff were gaming in the duty room, faintly hearing strange noises from outside.
He walked out of the office and witnessed a scene that terrified him.
In the graveyard, countless semi-decomposed bodies crawled out of graves.
A two-meter-tall blood man, stepping heavily like a carrion-smelling hyena, approached him.
The living could die, and the dead could live...
In the First Research Institute, nine underground floors.
Room 03.
The Pope had many tubes inserted into his body, and due to illness, he spent most of his day in a state of unconsciousness.
He slowly opened his eyes, and at that moment, the monitor emitted an alarm.
The Pope covered his chest, coughing up large amounts of black blood.
Meanwhile, in the suburbs of City A, at the Qinglong Reservoir.
A van slowly stopped by the shore.
The Lord was extremely nervous, his palms sweaty. "I've only driven a QQ flying car, and it's my first time driving a motor vehicle on the road. Fortunately, no accidents happened, and I didn't encounter traffic police."
The Prophet could drive, but he had lost a palm when bitten by a dragon girl at Longnv Lake, and it hadn't grown back. Driving with one hand was a bit challenging.
The person behind him said, "It's already this late, and you're still afraid of traffic police?"
The Lord blushed, "Am I afraid... I'm just, uh, being respectful."
Shen Qingyang, not trusting the Lord's driving skills, had taken the subway to get there.
No. 07 transformed into a small bird and perched on a tree branch. To prevent the pollution detector from alarming in the area, the bird pecked at many surveillance cameras.
Although transformed into pollution, No. 07 retained its signal interference talent.
The location of the First Research Institute was a mystery to most people.
Many years ago, the Prophet escaped from the institute and, looking back, saw an endless expanse of water.
The institute was built underground at the Qinglong Reservoir.
The Prophet checked the time, lowered his gaze, and exuded a charismatic aura, "The auspicious moment has arrived."
"The sorcerer's side should have started by now."
In the talent of life and death, when there was only "death," it was called "Death God," which might be more appropriate.
In the range of the sorcerer's pollution, all living people would lose their lives or transform into pollutants.
The pollutants infected by the sorcerer would become new sources of pollution. They would carry the plague and infect more living people.
Only by stirring up the water in City A a bit more had a chance of success in the headquarters of the World Pollution Control Center.
In the Prophet's foresight, there were supposed to be the participation of the true God and the Silkworm Mother. However, for some reason, the true God did not descend on City A, instead falling into a deep sleep and losing contact once again. The Silkworm Mother also died before the battle.
The predetermined future had changed once again.
The Prophet wasn't foolish. Apart from the painful experience in the institute, he had been smooth sailing due to the foresight talent. However, starting this year, it felt like he was under a bad spell, with everything going wrong.
There must be a reason for this.
However, the Prophet couldn't see and didn't know which butterfly gently flapped its wings in the dark.
Here, we have to commend the excellent confidentiality work of the headquarters. Because Lu Yan, as a special healing-type Harbinger, had his information well hidden. Even in the personnel records, there was only the first assessment for new employees.
In the Prophet's foresight, there was no trace of Lu Yan.
He couldn't be seen.
Due to some unexpected changes, Tang Xunan did not become a pollutant.
However, the Prophet already had a plan in mind.
When Experimental Subject 01 matured, its sweet fruits could be harvested at any time.
As long as he found Gong Weibin first, forced him to release 01, Tang Xunan wouldn't be a cause for concern.
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