"Amitabha, Wang Han ultimately did not turn back and still stepped into darkness," Master Ikkyu sighed.
"Sigh." Four Eyes sighed as well.
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Time passed day by day, and half a year had passed in the blink of an eye.
Four Eyes also told Uncle Nine about Wang Han's descent into darkness. Uncle Nine could only lament that it was a pity for such a genius as Wang Han. He didn't blame Four Eyes for not stopping Wang Han, knowing that Four Eyes couldn't stop him.
In the past six months, Monk Yixiu, Simu, and Uncle Jiu have been inquiring about Wang Han's whereabouts, but unfortunately, Wang Han seems to have vanished from the face of the earth without a trace. Even using Maoshan Taoist techniques to search for him has not yielded any results, not even a single trace.
Helpless, the group began to focus on teaching their disciples, hoping that they could stop Wang Han in the future.
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Within the Divine Might Space, Wang Han was tinkering with something on the experimental table in front of him. Behind him was a row of hundreds of experimental beds, each with a person or a zombie strapped to it. Among these people were blond-haired, blue-eyed foreigners, as well as villains covered in scars and known for their heinous crimes. Among the zombies were ordinary hopping zombies, as well as ordinary zombies that had been buried for several years or decades, armored zombies that had been buried for over a hundred years, and even bronze-armored zombies that had been buried for hundreds of years. There were even two vampires among them.
Through various studies, Wang Han confirmed his conjecture: the reason why the three jumping zombies were different was because the zombies that bit them were of different strengths. The stronger the zombie that bit them, the stronger they became after turning into jumping zombies, or rather, they could no longer be called jumping zombies, but rather walking zombies.
"I wonder how well it will turn out this time?" Wang Han, who was engrossed in his work at the lab bench, looked up, a satisfied and expectant smile appearing on his face as he gazed at the gray liquid in the sealed test tube in his hand. He then walked towards an experimental bed. This was corpse poison that Wang Han had extracted, and he had also added special medicinal materials to amplify its toxicity.
"NO, NO!" The blond man, leaning against the lab table, cried out in terror as Wang Han approached him with a test tube. He knew that just one whiff of the reagent in the tube would turn him into a grotesque monster. He had seen too many examples of this since he arrived; every day, several people were forced to become neither human nor ghost.
"I specially made it strawberry flavored, you'll like it," Wang Han said with a smile, waving his hand to create a barrier around the test tube to prevent the toxic gas from leaking out. He then uncorked the test tube, used the barrier to contain the leaking gas, and fed it into the blond man's mouth before carefully observing him.
"ah..."
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