Be the Mother of Evil Gods in Another World [MTL]

Ch 50

The elevator button on the twelfth floor used to be unpressable, but now, after they broke the secret of the ninth floor, this button can be pressed.

The elevator made a rumbling sound of old operation, slowly rising, and everyone in the elevator prepared their cards to ensure that the moment the elevator door opened, they could release an attack.

It's just a few minutes, but it seems like a long time.

Finally, the elevator stopped, and the metal doors slowly opened.

Everyone prepared the means of attack, and also expected that after the door opened, there would be a purgatory-like scene inside, and terrifying monsters, and even thought that there would be transparent monsters.

But no one expected that the twelfth floor would be such a scene.

Here it is...... A greenhouse garden.

Looking up at the long-lost glass dome, you can see the blue sky and white clouds outside, and you can see all kinds of plant aromas, and the huge leaves of tropical plants stretch out in front of the elevator, almost completely covering the elevator doors.

Countless kinds of gorgeous flowers bloom in this damp earth-covered floor. Fresh, calla lilies of various colors, orchids of different varieties and sizes, unrestrained and beautiful roses, moon flowers, dahlias, quiet and sweet daisies, golden chrysanthemums...... There are many more flowers that cannot be named, and they are all in the best shape.

Lin Gaoyi took everyone out of the elevator carefully and stepped on the ground. The ground was a moist, thick layer of earth, almost entirely humus composed of withered leaves of various plants, black and oily, which looked to have accumulated for many years, and was so thick and soft that it could not make a sound at all.

Shang Rong gently brushed aside the leaves of the plants in front of him, some tropical plants, and a leaf was taller than her alone. She looked closely, these leaves should be very ordinary plants, not without any pollution, not xenospecies, and will not suddenly attack people.

Bypassing the plants on the edge, everyone gradually approached the middle of the greenhouse, and they all saw the strange scene in the center of the greenhouse.

In the middle of the greenhouse is a laboratory, and the most striking thing is a huge transparent jar that is erected up to the dome and is two or three meters high.

The jar was filled with some kind of crystal light blue liquid, and in the center of the jar was a woman.

The woman stands in a floating position, standing in the center of the jar, her head hanging down, and her state is not visible. Around her neck and waist were two long arm-thick metal tubes, which went out of the jar and extended to the benches next to it.

At the end of the pipe, connected to a small jar on the bench, contains the same pale blue liquid.

The woman floated calmly in the liquid, her figure completely unheaving, and even the long hair that flowed out barely changed.

Shang Rong asked softly, "She ......" 

Lin Gaoyi replied," She is dead." 

The crowd looked at the giant glass jar in amazement.

Who went to great lengths to soak a corpse in a jar? Shang Rong already had the answer in his heart.

"She's not dead!" suddenly came a hysterical voice from the flowers opposite, and then a man with a withered and terrible appearance staggered out of the leaves.

The man's face was pale, white that had not seen the light of day for many years, his hair and beard were disheveled, and there was a lot of white mixed in it, and his face was wrinkled, and he looked to be in his sixties, which did not match his young and middle-aged voice.

His blue eyes, pressed by the perennial frown, swept over these people with a fierce and cold gaze, revealing an expression that looked like a cry and a wry smile.

He said,

"You are ...... The people sent from outside to investigate, I didn't expect you to come here, it's quite powerful.

Lin Gaoyi tilted his head and motioned for Xing Jiahui to talk. This kind of BOSS-level dialogue is usually performed by Xing Jiahui, who is more sensitive to mental fluctuations.

Xing Jiahui said softly, "It's not that you're hard to find here, are you, the director of the sanatorium,

Mr. Dali?"
The man sneered and actually nodded:

" Yes, I don't have anything to hide. You must have been to my museum and my laboratory when you came here?"

Xing Jiahui looked him in the eye calmly:

"Do you mean the human specimen bank on the ground floor on the eighth floor, and the prisons on the ninth to eleventh floors?