The screen creaked and went out after flashing for two seconds.
Zhuo Fu and Wen Yao looked at each other before turning to the gate of the research institute.
At this moment, time seems to be stretched into thin paper, and there is a dead silence in my ears, every minute and every second is suffering, and it is almost doubtful whether the passage of time has stopped at this moment.
A soft "ding" came from the quiet corridor.
The elevator has arrived.
The sound of even footsteps was slow and slow, and he approached the research institute step by step.
Although the identity of the uninvited guest had already been known, Zhuo Fu couldn't help his heart beating wildly.
The door of the academy opened to both sides.
Mu Heng's figure appeared in front of the two of them.
He didn't hold any weapon in his hand, his expression was indifferent and calm, and it seemed that he was not much different from the last time he was separated, as if he only wanted to check the material evidence and take away the information—just as usual thousands of times.
But Zhuo Fu could clearly feel the difference.
The dangerous factor seemed to jump silently in the air, and the other person's body was enveloped with an unfamiliar aura, which made Zhuo Fu even have the urge to retreat.
Wen Yao stepped forward: "Sir."
Her posture is respectful, but only Zhuo Fu who is next to Wen Yao knows how tight she is now.
"We have been waiting for you for a long time."
Mu Heng gazed at the woman in front of him with those azure blue eyes that couldn't see his emotions, and said slowly: "Really."
"I think there is someone you will want to meet."
Wen Yao turned sideways, tapped a few times on the control screen in front of him, and soon, with only one beep, an incubator specially used by the research institute to control living samples rose from the ground.
Under the current circumstances, it could not be more appropriate to use it as a temporary imprisonment.
The man in the black robe sat on the chair, his blue-black eyelids drooped.
Although the lower jaw was installed, it was put on a special mouthband to prevent him from chanting or making any extreme behaviors.
Mu Heng: "So he is here with you."
Wen Yao nodded, took a deep breath, and simply recounted what had happened before.
From transactions, rituals, to their speculation about why the black-robed men would cooperate.
Wen Yao's ending sound disappeared in the air, and the research institute fell into a dead silence again.
The silver-haired man raised his eyelashes and said calmly:
"In that case, you should know why I came here."
Wen Yao was startled, and anxiously stepped forward, pointing at the black robe man in the prison:
"No... Sir, you didn't understand, all of this is—"
She was interrupted lightly by Mu Heng before she finished speaking:
"I know."
He asked unhurriedly: "So what?"
"..."
Wen Yao lost his breath and fell silent.
It seems that Zhuo Fu is right on this point.
—Mu Heng is very clear about what he is doing and is not prepared to change his plan accordingly.
Zhuo Fu took a step forward cautiously, pointed to the black robe man, and suggested:
"But that was before. Now we have this person in our hands, right? He summoned Shi'an to the mainland, so we should also know how to bring him back..."
Wen Yao nodded, and walked forward quickly:
"Zhuo Fu is right, the blood moon is not necessarily the only way—"
Obviously, the black-robed man also knows this very well, so he will choose to kill himself after the ritual is completed, because only in this way, the method of re-recalling Shi'an will sleep with him. At that time, Mu Heng will There is no choice.
Mu Heng: "There are two days left."
"What?" Wen Yao was taken aback.
Zhuo Fu sighed, and took the conversation: "... There are two days left before the blood moon."
Mu Heng: "What about next time?"
Zhuo Fu: "... Four thousand years later."
Wen Yao clenched his teeth subconsciously.
She understood what the other party meant.
… If it’s not this time, there will be no next time.
As for whether the black-robed man would speak, and whether there would be any way to force him to speak, no one could give an exact answer.
And Mu Heng was unwilling to bet on this possibility.
Mu Heng looked at Zhuo Fu, his voice low and cold: "Since you understand, take it out."
The institute fell into a dead silence for a while.
Zhuo Fu glanced at Wen Yao in silence.
Yes, they knew what Mu Heng wanted to take away, and they knew that as long as Mu Heng thought, neither of them nor anyone in the world could stop him.
Mu Heng still saved the two of them now, at least he didn't do it directly.
Zhuo Fu sighed, walked to the screen and manipulated it a few times.
Next to the prison where the black-robed man was closed, another incubator rose from below the ground.
A huge furry spider was locked tightly in it, all six legs were tightly imprisoned, and eight horrified black eyes were on its head, screaming:
"Ahhhhh, forgive me!"
Zhuo Fu rolled his eyes half-deadly, and while walking forward to open the incubator, he agreed perfunctorily:
"Fine, I see."
The content of each call was the same, and he was tired of listening.
The black-robed man closed by the side moved his eyelids, slowly opened his half-blind eyes, and looked through the two layers of glass.
Mu Heng stepped over.
It seems to feel the dangerous breath of the man in front of him. Although the confinement on his body has been touched, the spider shrinks towards the incubator:
"Ahhhhh, forgive me!"
Mu Heng's expression remained unchanged.
The sharp sword emerged from his palm, shining with ice cold luster in the light.
He raised his hand and pointed the tip of his sword directly at the spider's bloated belly.
The next second, there was a strange creak in the spider's throat, it opened its mouth, and a familiar sound came from his mouth:
"Hey, what are you doing to my human?"
The young man's voice was soft and clear, with a clear displeasure, echoing in the silent laboratory.
Mu Heng was startled.
"Can I burn it?" the boy asked.
The next second, the man's low voice sounded: "Don't burn it, it's still useful."
"At that time, I will let Zhuo Fu keep it alive and let you burn it yourself."
The entire laboratory fell into a dead silence.
The spider shrank back and began to play the words Mu Heng said repeatedly:
"Don't burn it, it's still useful."
"Don't burn it, it's still useful."
…
Mu Heng: "..."
I don't know if it was because of hearing Shi An's voice just now, his eyes moved slightly, and his marble-like cold and merciless face seemed to soften a little.
In the next second, the blade in Mu Heng's palm turned into a light spot and disappeared.
"Since you have the basic intelligence to understand human language, you should be able to understand what I am going to say next."
He stepped forward, his silver-white eyelashes drooping slightly, fixedly looking at the spider in front of him, and said:
"It's okay not to kill you, but you have to surrender the source of power swallowed in the dark mountains."
The spider finally stopped repeating it, he hesitated for a while, and seemed to finally make up his mind.
Immediately afterwards, it cautiously stepped forward, and its mouthparts full of sharp teeth slowly opened, gradually expanding to an unimaginable size.
The spider's abdomen squirmed twice, and then a cocoon tightly wrapped in spider silk was spit out from its mouthparts.
"No wonder I tried so many times before and didn't separate it."
Zhuo Fu crossed his arms angrily: "It turns out that this guy has been pretending to be stupid!"
After spitting out the cocoon, the spider's body was shrinking at a very fast speed. It secretly glanced at Zhuo Fu, and the eight eyes on his head blinked, almost looking sly.
The sword light passed by, and the white cocoon split open.
Lying in it was a curled and shrunken wing, with dry scales attached to the wing bones, and the once graceful outline was vaguely visible.
Zhuo Fu took a breath:
"This... Is this?"
Mu Heng retracted the sword: "Yes, this is the wings of a fire dragon."
"Does it come from the same fire dragon skull under the authority..."
"Yes." Mu Heng nodded.
At that moment, memories related to Shi'an came to mind.
The hostility in his eyes was calm for a moment, and he rarely explained:
"Shi'an said that the soul of the dragon that has been dealt with in this way will be imprisoned on the mainland forever. This is the strongest blasphemy and insult to the dragon. The reason why he would deal with the bureau is to use the dragon flames. Liberate its soul..."
However, before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a sharp howl next to him.
The voice was too harsh, too hateful, and too terrifying, hardly like any human voice.
Cut through the air like a sharp weapon,
The three of them were startled, and subconsciously turned their heads to look in the direction of the sound.
In the incubator, I saw the black-robed man knelt down on the ground without knowing when his whole body was twitching and trembling violently. The palms covered with blue and black swollen blood vessels twisted and covered his face. Withered white hair spread out, covering his already immature body. Between his fingers, a pair of chaotic and gray blue eyes were stunned, and thick and dark blood escaped little by little, dripping tickly. on the ground.
At this moment, Zhuo Fu seemed to be hit by the head, and his whole body was stunned.
The clues that have been neglected seem to be connected logically at this moment.
This plan... is completely tailored based on Mu Heng.
Why is he so sure that even though Mu Heng knew everything, he would still subvert the entire continent for Shi'an, and why would he look forward to death after the ceremony was over.
Zhuo Fu forgot to breathe.
The surnamed Mu is all crazy.
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