After The Abyss Dragon Woke Up

The screen creaked and flickered for two seconds and then went out.

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. 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 even footsteps were not rushed, and they 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 was only here to examine the 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 stared 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 a 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 black-robed man was sitting on the chair, his blue-black eyelids drooped.

Although the lower jaw was installed, it was put on a special mouth band 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 taken aback, and anxiously stepped forward, pointing at the black-robed 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? It was he who 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 knows this very well, so he will choose to kill himself after the ceremony 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 wasn't this time, there would 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 also 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:

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

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 who was closed by the side moved his eyelids, slowly opened his half-blind eyes, and looked through the two layers of glass.

Mu Heng walked 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:

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

Mu Heng's face remained unchanged.

The sharp long sword emerged from his palm, shining with ice-cold luster in the light.

He raised his hand and pointed the tip of the sword directly at the spider's bloated belly.

The next second, there was a strange creaking sound in the spider's throat, it opened its mouth, and a familiar sound came from his mouth:

"Hey, what are you going to do 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 repeat the words Mu Heng said:

"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 the reading, he hesitated for a while, and seemed to finally make up his mind.

Immediately afterwards, it cautiously stepped forward, and the 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 before!"

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...this is?"

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 administration..."

"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 treated 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. Free 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 robe man who did not know when he knelt on the ground. The whole body was twitching and shaking 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 person 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 convinced that even if 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 lunatic.

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