The fog billowed like living creatures under the searchlight, and when Wang Ergou used a dagger to pry open the iron gate of the Cihang Association stronghold, the putrid smell wrapped with scripture chanting came to his face. The 50-metre long corridor is lined with specimens of limbs soaked in formalin, the green rotting flesh of which is branded with the same bramble as the papal crest.

  "Amen." Chen Ye's sniper gun blared around the corner, and researchers in white coats fell to the ground. Wang rushed into the lab, only to see his pupils shriveled when he saw a human body on the dissecting table - his father, who had been missing for three years, with half a silver cross stuck in his chest, and hundreds of identical cloned embryos floating in the incubator.

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  "It's not a virus..." Xiao Man suddenly pointed to the quantum computer in the corner of the experimental table and screamed, the data stream bouncing on the holographic screen formed his father's face, "They are using my genetic sequence to rewrite the prion!"

  Father Paul emerged from the shadows with six moss-covered arms stretched out from beneath the clerical robe on his chest. The sharp bone spurs extending from the ends of those limbs are slowly stabbing Chen Ye's back: "A devout believer does not need lies, just as a rotten body will return to dust..."