Chapter 535: Development Progress of Miaomiao Tools
In the living room of No. 66 Wutong Road, Hu Li and others who had just rushed back from outside were listening carefully to Li Lin telling about his incredible experience just now.
The huge phantom that appeared in the fog was like a dark spider web covering the entire foggy city, and the illusion that seemed to be the goddess of omen emitted chaotic and disturbing whispers.
Then several eyes fell on the little doll on the coffee table.
"Why are you all looking at me?" Irene sat on the coffee table with her neck hunched. "I don't know anything..."
As soon as she finished speaking, Luna beside her nodded: "Ailin, I'm short. I can't carry such a big pot."
"Even C-shaped buckle said so!" With someone backing him up, the little puppet suddenly stood up straight, tilting his neck high with a smug look on his face, but then frowned in confusion and turned to look at Miss Saint. "C-shaped buckle, your accent and stuttering seem to be getting worse. Let me tell you..."
"I didn't expect you, Brother Li, would encounter such a situation," Zheng Zhize said beside him with a look of emotion. "Luckily I wasn't here just now, otherwise I would probably be dead by now - you stared at a strange creature of this level for a long time and still be fine."
"To be honest, if I had a choice, I really didn't want to watch, but I couldn't control myself at the time." Li Lin now breaks out in a cold sweat when he recalls what happened just now. He even feels that the chilling feeling still lingers in his bones. "When that thing was staring at me, I felt like my body wasn't my own. I even thought death was a matter of course. Fortunately, it suddenly passed away in its sleepwalking state..."
At this moment, a slight click interrupted the conversation in the living room, and an illusory door suddenly appeared in the empty space next to the sofa.
Yu Sheng pushed the door open and walked out, returning to the world.
Hu Li, who was lying on the armrest of the sofa bored, was the first to jump up. He rushed over and bumped his head into Yu Sheng's arm - of course, he was holding back, as using his head to bump someone is the highest etiquette for this big fox to treat those close to him - then he began to circle around Yu Sheng rapidly, his tail wagging like a five-speed electric fan: "My benefactor, you are back! Just now, Li Lin was possessed by a ghost and said that he saw a big spider crawling across our roof. Irene said she knew nothing..."
"Stop, stop, stop. I'm a little dizzy if you keep spinning like that—and Irene told me what happened when I regained consciousness," Yu Sheng said as he struggled to catch the giant fox that was circling around him excitedly. He grabbed hold of one of its tails and pulled the girl back onto the sofa. Then he rubbed his arm that had been headbutted by the fox girl, sat down and breathed a sigh of relief. "I'll rest for a while. I left in such a hurry in my last life that my head is buzzing as soon as I open my eyes in this life... Where were you talking about? Oh, right, the 'Spider Goddess' that Li Lin saw..."
He paused, and recalled his experience in the Black Spot Space Station - the strange time and space eroded by the power of the Goddess of Omen, the core area covered by spider webs, and "Eileen" who was always busy writing and drawing.
The puppet Irene and the goddess of omen are indistinguishable from each other, with memories and words that seem to be "intertwined" with each other.
And there was the blonde elf who seemed to have been tainted by the goddess of bad omen.
In that huge space station, who knows how many other Algradians have been contaminated like the blond elf, or whose minds may have been completely replaced - after all, in the core laboratory where the pollution is the most serious, there are minds everywhere that have been caught in the web of ominous signs.
There was a rustling noise nearby, and the little doll crawled over along the back of the sofa like a thief, looking up at Yu Sheng with scarlet eyes: "Yu Sheng, what do you think is going on? What Li Lin saw..."
"What Li Lin saw, and what I saw in the Black Spot Space Station, might both be the 'Goddess of Bad Omens'—but neither is complete." Yu Sheng was a little uneasy at the sight of this dark, crawling doll. He lifted her off the backrest and placed her beside him. "Perhaps it's some kind of 'fragment'? Or perhaps an echo or something like that... After all, she's a 'god,' and a deity that was shattered in the accident 3,700 years ago. Her current state of existence may have surpassed our understanding..."
He was halfway through saying this when he saw Irene, who was looking up at him without blinking. He felt that what he said was strange.
Because in a sense, this silly doll in front of us may also be a "goddess of bad omen".
She might even be the one with the best "preservation status" - although her main self-identity is "Doll Irene".
Yu Sheng shook his head, trying to dispel the trance caused by continuous resurrection in a short period of time.
"I need to go to the Secret Service," he suddenly said. "The black spot laboratory is in a very dangerous state right now. Their project may have gotten out of control a long time ago. And now the space-time rifts that have appeared in several foreign lands in Jiecheng are giving me a very bad feeling... I need to talk to Baili Qing about this."
He stood up as he spoke, but suddenly seemed to remember something and stopped mid-air while raising his hand to open the door.
Irene poked her head out curiously: "What's going on?"
"Let Luna help me drain some blood first," Yu Sheng said seriously, "I'll send another batch to Mo Ran and urge her to make progress. I have a feeling we might have to fight a big battle next - it's better to be prepared."
Before he could finish his words, Luna had already pulled out her fingertip blade and started wiping Yu Sheng with it...
Yu Sheng felt a chill run down his spine. Looking at the artificial saint's face, which was always calm and gentle, he felt that if this girl's skin was cut open, it would be black. "Vein! Vein! Don't stab the artery. If you accidentally kill her, all the blood will be wasted..."
Li Lin and Zheng Zhi were trembling with fear watching from the side - they actually already knew about Yu Sheng's situation. After all, Zheng Zhi had "joined the gang" in Qianfeng Lingshan, and Li Lin received "blood donation" shortly after Yu Sheng came back (although the main purpose was to make it convenient for him to deliver express to the door). Facing these two "doormen" sent by the Secret Service, who were acquaintances he had known for quite a while, Yu Sheng did not hide anything from them.
But knowing is one thing, and adapting is another. For ordinary people, the unique corporate culture of the hotel cannot be understood in a day or two.
"Brother Li," Zheng Zhi poked Li Lin's arm, "Is this normal for working in the Secret Service?"
"Don't, don't argue," Li Lin said without thinking. "Watch carefully and study hard."
"Learn, what to learn? If it were me, I would have been stabbed to death by Sister Luna..."
"I want you to learn from Irene—look at her in her condition, she's still watching TV. Our line of work requires this kind of stable mentality."
"Oh... Hey, Brother Li, you're right, she's not a big person, but she's very kind."
"...Fuck, you're done."
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Outside the Jiqiao Pavilion, it was raining heavily.
The protective formation blocked the wind and rain in the city, and the flowing true fire aura dispelled the chill of late autumn. Mo Ran, dressed in a black gauze dress, led several trusted retainers through the secret corridors with layers of restrictions and came to the deepest and most secret place in the Jiqiao Pavilion.
As the largest and currently best-performing weapon-refining workshop in Mo City, the Jiqiao Pavilion has been extremely tightly guarded in recent days. Not only are there Mohist masters manning the external outposts, but there are also many powerful cultivators dispatched directly from Qianfeng Lingshan and the Woyun Ten Palaces inside the pavilion. All of this is simply because the Jiqiao Pavilion now has a group of special... "experts and scholars."
Mo Ran's eyes swept over the figures who were greeting him in the secret room.
The leader was an old man with sinister eyes, a skinny body, and dressed in a purple robe. He looked lifeless, but his every move exuded a terrifying aura.
A young man who looked smiling, elegant, and gentle, with even some feminine softness in his facial features. However, when you got closer, you could sense a lingering bloody smell.
There was also a young girl in a blue cloth skirt. She had bright, curious eyes and looked harmless. However, half of her face below the nose was covered with a heavy iron mask, which seemed to be some kind of shackles, restraining the girl's teeth and tongue. If the surroundings were quiet, one could occasionally hear a slight creaking sound coming from under the mask, which sounded like the movement of sharp teeth chewing iron.
Old Man Ku Ting, Prince Blood, and Bone-Eating Immortal.
He was originally sentenced to death, but because of his major meritorious service and his active reporting of his colleagues, he was sentenced to life imprisonment. In the Demon-Suppressing Tower collapse incident, because he did not escape (although he may not have succeeded in escaping), he was given the opportunity to continue to make meritorious service.
There were actually several people in the secret room who looked not very decent. They would be well-known masters of suspended death sentence and life imprisonment in the Demon-Suppressing Tower, but they dared not breathe in front of the three masters who were "commuted to life imprisonment for meritorious service and beaten by Master Yuan Hao himself but not killed". They stayed in the corner as quiet as a chicken, just lowered their heads and continued to tinker with a few crystal tubes filled with blood.
"Greetings, Fairy Mo Ran," the handsome young man stepped forward and bowed to Mo Ran with a smile on his face. "We are currently studying the subtle mysteries of several blood samples. We have made some progress and will share our insights with you in due time..."
"So much nonsense," Mo Ran frowned, interrupting the young man's polite words. "Let's just talk about the progress. The True Lord just asked me if it's possible to replicate this blood sample in vitro and mass-produce it. If not, do you have any way to maximize its infectious power and range?"
The skinny old man and the girl in blue skirt subconsciously looked at each other.
"Sister, it's so difficult," a muffled voice came from under the girl's iron mask, accompanied by the suspicious sound of sharp teeth rubbing against each other. "I don't understand. I got a little bit of it, and I almost went crazy..."
"I'm ashamed," Elder Ku Ting shook his head. He was the most straightforward and honest of the three. "We are so limited in our knowledge. This is the first time I've seen this kind of... 'blood'. All the blood refining techniques I was so proud of have been completely nullified by those jars of 'dead blood'. In my opinion, conventional refining methods cannot be used on it. In fact, it is simply unrefinable, uncontrollable, and unchangeable. At most, we can use the methods of refining instruments to make some auxiliary magical instruments. This was also the original request of 'True Lord Yu Sheng'."
The Blood Prince and the Bone-Eating Immortal beside them nodded repeatedly and echoed, "We think so too."
"You three actually say such things?" Mo Ran subconsciously raised his eyebrows, "...Aren't you evil cultivators?"
The Blood Prince subconsciously glanced back at the transparent blood containers on the table, his lips twitching: "Well, it's not that evil..."
(End of this chapter)
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