"Sure enough, my guess was right."
"The big gift package at the beginning was a lucky illusion."
Above one of the empty shells of the factory tomb, Tang Qi hid in the shadow of the chimney, looking around a large area, and the dark night could not stop him from peeping.
But at this time, within his line of sight, there was no "fuel" to pick up.
This situation has lasted for nearly an hour.
At present, apart from the human centipede wraith at the beginning, Tang Qi only received a huge dog-masked man wraith, and then there was no follow-up.
Those polluters who came out in full force have not returned for a long time. It is impossible for all of them to have an accident or other accidents. The high probability is that their capture operation is not smooth, and they will not come back to deliver the task if they have no harvest.
And Tang Qi, who was guarding the outer area of the tomb, fell into a state of boredom.
Not so last night.
Although he was a little unwilling, his reason told Tang Qi that this was normal.
The return of the spiritual wave and the violent recovery of the mysterious side will indeed cause a lot of weirdness to appear. Perhaps the "dark age" recorded in those books, where monsters are rampant and humans are no longer the only protagonist, will once again cover the entire world.
But that doesn't mean that there will be endless weirdness in the first place, especially if there are still requirements.
The target of the polluters' capture is extremely clear.
It must be a monster with flesh and blood, like evil spirits, resentful souls or other phenomena, and cannot be selected.
Moreover, it must be in the Meser City area.
With many conditions restricted, the harvest will become less and less, but it is a matter of course.
"Good things that are good for nothing are always unsustainable."
Tang Qi muttered silently, but his mood was not affected in any way.
Perhaps if it were someone else, losing such a big benefit would make one feel a little bit disappointed.
But Tang Qi just sighed casually.
Just at this time, a group of polluters finally reappeared on a dark street farther away.
It was a team of four, with serious disabilities. Each of them had severed limbs, and then replaced them with vine intestines. Among them, the leader of the polluter had his skull removed, and he could still see clearly through the damaged mask. Appears as gray-white brain pulp.
But even so, it showed no signs of death.
Together with three other Defilers, hooked and dragged an unusually tall female.
Just like the freak show performers in the circus, the height is close to three meters, the clothes on their bodies are already tattered, and the strong, gray-black muscles can be vaguely seen underneath.
Because of death, her muscles have loosened a bit, but she still looks terrible. It is hard to imagine how terrifying the power will be when these muscles explode.
The battle between the two sides was undoubtedly fierce. The polluter side won, and the other side, although the body was intact, looked terrible.
Her resentful soul slowly drifted out. It was a burly woman in a skirt, with an extremely ugly face, as if it had been ravaged by a fire. Under the half-draped black hair, there was a pair of eyes full of resentment.
"Is it some kind of urban legend, a freak show cannibal?"
In Tang Qi's eyes, several fragments of information flowed past.
He didn't take a closer look. At this moment, he appeared on top of the deformed cannibal girl, and still pressed down silently.
…
"Let's go, I won't use it tomorrow night, the harvest is not worth my waiting time."
When this thought came up in his heart, Tang Qi's eyes were fixed on the dark factory in the distance.
The scene from last night reappeared, it was returning to its dusty and inconspicuous appearance, and the deep malice quickly disappeared.
Another night passed.
Compared with last night, Tang Qi's harvest can be described as very little.
Not to mention the feeling of head swelling, it didn't even make Tang Qi feel full.
Without nostalgia, Tang Qi turned back to the small building.
At the same time, he also decided that he would not come back to watch tomorrow night. The reward for one night was probably equivalent to the trap he set up himself, and it would be even more miserable tomorrow, so it was not worth wasting time.
Besides, considering the time, Tang Qi already has arrangements for tomorrow night.
As for spying on the dark factory, that is, the secrets of the Hastu Club, such a big event is not something that Tang Qi, a little transparent, can intervene for the time being.
The only thing he is willing to do is to secretly disclose some of the information here to the Castle Bureau, and whether he can find a suitable time.
After turning around the small building, Tang Qi used the last bit of time to digest the fuel he had picked up.
I glanced at the progress of the meditation method, fifteen percent.
The harvest has shrunk seriously. Last night, it was 4% of the income. The night just passed, it was only 1%. No wonder Tang Qi didn't want to waste time.
Of course, compared to honest meditation practice.
The efficiency of this way of adding fuel can be called cheating.
After waking up from the meditation skill state, Tang Qi glanced at the morning mist that had appeared outside the window, went straight to wash up, and then prepared a simple breakfast for himself.
Just halfway through eating, the doorbell suddenly rang.
Tang Qi put down the food, and as soon as he walked to the door, he sensed a familiar air machine outside the door one step ahead.
When he opened the door, it was the man in black that he had seen last time, a calm agent who appeared outside.
In his hand, there are still two boxes.
A delicate black wooden box, a simple gray wooden box.
Tang Qi took it at the same time. Among the two boxes, the gray one must still be a bullet, but the quantity will be half less than last time, and the exquisite black wooden box probably contains the strange material that Tang Qi wants to trade.
"Is it still tomorrow morning, sir?"
"yes!"
After a brief conversation, the agent in black left straight away.
Tang Qi came to the workbench with the box in his arms, put the box containing the bullets aside, and opened the black wooden box with a slight movement of his fingers.
Inside, on a piece of silk, lay a heart.
To be exact, it was a dried heart.
A small one, about the size of two thumbs.
When Tang Qi focused his eyes, an unexpected gloomy light gushed out immediately, and a special picture came into his eyes.
[Strange object: the heart of the shapeshifter.]
[Status: Sun-dried.]
[Information Fragment 1: From the heart of a shapeshifter, this is a special kind of evil and extraordinary creature, it is good at hiding in the dark, observing the habits of a human or creature, and then killing it, changing into their appearance, and replacing it .]
[Information Fragment 2: After its heart is dried, its uses include secret medicines, castings, and it is also a favorite domestication or demonization material for professions such as spiritual planters, animal trainers, and animal herdsmen.]
"call!"
The screen appears, confirm that it is correct.
This small dried heart is the secret medicine material that Tang Qi needs.
The many uses of the second piece of information are actually the same, and they all need to extract the "transformation power" in the heart.
Old Coleson probably thought that Tang Qi, the wild caster, was going to hit a higher level of difficulty and create strange things on his own, so he needed the heart of the shapeshifter.
But the truth is, Tang Qi wanted to configure a very special secret medicine that he found out from the complicated knowledge of the original secret medicine school.
Its name is... the second body secret medicine.