Chapter 26: immunity

The dreams that followed were chaotic, and Shu Jun even dreamed of roast chicken floating in front of him. He stretched out his head happily and took a bite—the taste was mild, just too tenacious. Shu Jun opened his eyes dissatisfied, and then saw the man in front of him.
He was biting at the root of Zhu Yanchen's thumb.
There was a cool refreshing sensation on his face, Zhu Yanchen grabbed another soaked soft cloth in his hand, mostly helping him wipe his sweat. At this moment, Marshal Zhu looked at his bitten hand and then at Shu Jun, his expression blank.
... Fortunately, he (Shui Shui) was so confused that his mouth could not use any strength. Shu Jun let go of his mouth awkwardly, and laughed twice.
Right now he was lying on the ground, underneath him a blanket that he didn't know where it came from, and he also had a pillow of folded clothes on his head. There was clear water next to the pillow, and he could reach it as soon as he reached out.
The General Marshal was not bad at taking care of others, and Shu Jun was stunned for a few seconds. Zhu Yanchen's state was too normal. If he were hungry and weak, Shu Jun would have thought that everything was just a nightmare.
"Don't get up in a hurry, you need to rest." Zhu Yanchen wiped his hands, his sharp canine teeth did not bite his skin, and a little bit of saliva remained. "If something is uncomfortable, tell me immediately."
"Oh." Shu Jun replied, his voice still a little dumb.
Before the scene in the dream disappeared from his brain, he subconsciously observed the person in front of him.
The style of Zhu Yanchen's clothes is too old, and 80% of them are revealed from the room. The clothes looked like one-size-fits-all, which was put on him, and the loose shirt and trousers had a close-fitting taste.
The man’s limbs are slender and strong, he has exercised just right, his figure is neither thin nor exaggerated, and the cloth can’t hide the smooth muscle lines. As a former "professional player", Shu Jun also always pays attention to keeping in shape. On the surface, Zhu Yanchen is similar to his own body shape, but considering that the other party has been in a state of severe erosion, maintaining this state is very scary.
Marshal Zhu's skin is still pale, but it is not as sickly white as before, and the aura (color) (flesh) seen by the eyes is much better. He no longer wraps himself up into rice dumplings, nor does he wear those cumbersome protective devices. This is the first time Shu Jun has seen Zhu Yanchen dressed up like this.
As if seeing Shu Jun's gaze, Zhu Yanchen turned his head, his cold expression softened a bit.
...I don't know if it was his illusion, Zhu Yanchen's sense of uncoordinated restraint between his gestures disappeared, and the other party seemed to no longer deliberately keep his distance. It is a pity that Marshal Zhu has a cold temperament, and his sharp eyebrows have a sense of alienation. Even if he softens his attitude, he is still far from the little young master with thin arms and legs in his dream.
It is estimated that Tian Feng's intelligence mixed into his brain, making him have strange dreams.
Shu Jun turned his face like a pancake, held the cup, and swallowed a few salivas. The cool (dry gan) water slid across his throat, and he couldn't help letting out a long sigh.
"Hungry--" When Shu Jun was awake, Monday's cry suddenly blew up. The movement was earth-shattering and terrifying, and Shu Jun's scalp exploded, almost choking on the water.
Zhu Yanchen sighed, he decisively picked up Monday and put it next to the purifier.
The scream stopped abruptly.
Monday was anxious, and its logic was quite simple-Shu Jun, the marsh eater, he couldn't provoke him. Could a human being still be able to handle it? It wriggled its sword hilt in an instant, trying to pull a piece (flesh) from the hands of this human who does not know the height of the earth.
Then it found that it couldn't do it.
Not to mention eroding that hand, the eros are busy in a group, trying to stay away from Zhu Yanchen's skin. It bit down, its power was not as powerful as Shu Jun's bite in a dream, and it couldn't even leave its saliva.
Monday's IQ is not enough to understand (fa) what happened. It only determines one thing-there is no food to eat, and people can't bite. I am really wronged.
So Shu Jun watched his big sword sucking water swiftly, turning into a tuft next to the purifier, making a pitiful whine.
Zhu Yanchen moved his finger, which didn't seem surprising.
"What's the situation?" Shu Jun was really choked this time.
"Most of my equipment is outside, and the testing is not comprehensive." Zhu Yanchen pointed to the machinery left on the table. There were a dozen test tubes filled with blood beside the machinery. Shu Jun was sure that the bright red blood did not belong to him.
"But at the moment, I seem to be immune to erosion."
Had it not been for the water had been swallowed, Shu Jun had confidence to choke a third time. I was not idle on Monday, sobbing quite cooperatively.
"I think I have to (sleep in Shui) for a while." Shu Jun drank the water (dry gan) and lay down slowly. "Then what, the brain is a little indigestion."
Sleep Shui)." Zhu Yanchen said softly. "We have plenty of time."
"Well, I like to hear these words." Shu Jun muttered.
"...Shu Jun."
"Well?"
"Thank you."
"You're welcome." Shu Jun yawned, "Unless I want to (kill sha) you, please don't die so suddenly next time, I was so scared to cry."
Zhu Yanchen sensibly suffocated the "each other" that was almost out of mouth, but when he came up with a soft enough response, Shu Jun was already (sleeping Shui). Zhu Yanchen didn't know what he did, but judging from Shu Jun's (body shen) physical condition, it must be quite a costly task-after all, there are not many things in the world that can be exhausted to an alpha level.
The equipment in Zhu Rong's room still barely works. Before Shu Jun woke up, Zhu Yanchen tried his best to analyze his situation, but he was quite shocked.
Not long ago, his tissue was gnawed like a honeycomb, and he could only be suppressed by strong medicine. Now those eclipses have changed their state, shivering and squeezing into a ball, simulating the state of normal cells, and even their metabolism obeys the rules of the human body. Severely infected abnormal cells are eliminated from the body, and erosion scars disappear completely.
The pain that had accompanied him for more than ten years was gone, and his body was full of strength, so brisk as if it did not exist.
Zhu Yanchen tried to infect his own tissue samples with external erosion. The external eclipse's reaction was quite interesting-they first came to contact happily to obtain simple information, then turned their heads and ran, just like Zhu Yanchen was the source of infection.
I wish the marshal dumbfounding.
There is a lot of data collected, and he can guess a rough idea. The erosive mimicry becomes a normal cell, and the life is naturally not as refreshing as before. However, they were dominated by Shu Jun's zhenzhen) suppression" and had to follow their instincts to stay. The eclipses have no brains and have always been used to rampaging in the human body. Now that they have suffered a huge loss, they will inevitably desperately spread negative information.
He did a series of experiments, and the results were similar, and all the erosions went around him. Even if there is a small amount of erosive that cannot escape and involuntarily erodes into the body, he has to go to the village to do what he says, mimicking the cells bitterly. The erosive cells in his body even change shifts to metabolize them.
Coupled with the case of Dajian Monday, the facts are clear enough. Just like human beings can't control the activities of cells, even if it is a brain-eating swamp, they can't control the instinctive reaction of the eclipse.
Unless in the future there will be an erosion marsh who is more intelligent (strong qiang) than Shu Jun and highly similar in abilities, this balance cannot be broken.
... As a result, he may be the first human being immune to eroding in history.
His life was rewritten by Shu Jun again.
Zhu Yanchensuo (sexual xing) sat down next to the ground floor and watched quietly at Shu Jun who was sleeping on Shui. Since they met again, this man has been disrupting his plan-the plan to go deep into the erosion zone alone, and calmly face the plan of death.
And earlier, guarding this person's plan far.
He can continue to live, which is a good thing. There is no doubt that we must continue to do business, and the plan must continue. But unplanned... he was not very good at personal communication. The problem of "how to alienate himself before his tragic death" has not been solved yet, and it has become "how to communicate friendly after the dead line disappears."
Marshal Zhu thought about it seriously for a while, and decided to make tactics simpler. Thinking about it, he picked up the quilt and pushed Shu Jun's hand thrown back into the quilt.
Maybe it's not that difficult, he thought again. At least in the details, this person has not changed at all.
At the same time, city y.
I wish the old man walked off the stage with a gloomy look.
The former leader’s sense of oppression was too strong, and the reporters dared not approach—after all, the white-haired man sent the black-haired man, and they had just finished their son’s eulogy, and no one wanted to be the first to run into bad luck.
"Zhu Yanchen is really dead? The Zhu family is really..." a reporter under the stage whispered.
"I remember the two of the Zhu family, uh, the father and son (guanguan) are not so good?"
"No matter how bad he is, he is a pro-son. And Zhu Yanchen has a reputation for good tactics. Basically, his peers are not able to support the wall with mud. This is difficult for the Zhu family. Let me say, Zhu Laohui chooses a support from Xia's son ."
"Maybe I wish the old meeting will go by myself."
"Hiss, don't make such a joke."
"Just find another puppet anyway. It's not impossible to make another'genius'-reputation is not publicized, and Zhu Yanchen may not have real skills. Even if Zhu Lao agrees with Yining's proposition, he will not really let Tang Jia The power goes up. Let’s take a look... But when it comes to this, don't care who goes up, as long as I wish to make a move, the player system optimization is finalized? Before, I wish the father and son of the family are unhappy, which seems to be the difference in this matter. I really don’t know what Zhu Yanchen thinks, maybe the young master just doesn’t know the suffering of the folks—"
"Everyone is gone, you accumulate some morals."
"It's all good, it's still something new. Less than three months before the election, the city of Y is about to change. Ouch! What happened!"
The reporter was halfway through when he was hit on the shoulder by someone passing by. He raised his eyebrows halfway, and found that the other party was a delicate girl, and then bent back: "Miss, you look upright, where are you coming from-hey, don't go?"
Ai Xiaoxiao burst into the bubble gum bubble, sneered, and squeezed out of the venue.
I have already seen everything I should have, and the coffee smell of candy in my mouth has faded. Leaving aside the necessary intelligence collection, Zhu Yanchen was her nominal boss over the years, so he should attend his funeral and give him a ride.
She wrapped the bubble gum in paper and threw it into the trash can. As a result, as soon as she closed her hand, the communicator in her pocket shook again.
Strange, this is a reminder that will only appear after the communication mutant arrives. Last night, Zhu Yanchen sent out the final data and also attached his last words. Could it be that he still cheated the corpse?
Two hours later, there was a loud cry from the Ai's Medical Center, followed by a shifted laugh.
"This is really a masterpiece." Ai Xiaoxiao looked at the news from the mutant beast and patted the table. "I have to get in touch with the old man Dong... In the next three months, I will have a good show."
Then she realized something, and the smile on her face slowly disappeared-Zhu Yanchen's immunity, could her drug trial be unable to continue?
Forget it, Ai Xiaoxiao shook his head and opened a can of beer.
"Respect for health." She threw into the air. ,,,51g...