After The Abyss Dragon Woke Up

The screen fizzed and flickered for two seconds before turning off.

Zhuo Fu and Wen Yao looked at each other, then turned to the gate of the research institute in front of them.

At this moment, time seems to be stretched into a thin paper, and there is a dead silence in the ears, and every minute and every second is suffering, which makes people almost doubt whether the passage of time has stopped at this moment.

A soft "ding" came from the quiet corridor.

The elevator has arrived.

The uniform footsteps were not hurried or slow, and they approached the research institute step by step.

Although he already knew the identity of the uninvited guest, Zhuo Fu still couldn't help his heart beating wildly.

The door of the institute 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, and his expression was indifferent and calm. He didn't look much different from the last time we parted, as if he came this time just to examine the physical evidence and take away the information—just like thousands of times before.

But Zhuo Fu could clearly feel the difference.

The dangerous factor seemed to be jumping silently in the air, and the opponent's body was enveloped in a strange atmosphere, which made Zhuo Fu even have an urge to retreat.

Wen Yao took a step forward: "Sir."

Her posture is respectful, but only Zhuo Fu who is beside Wen Yao knows how tense she is now.

"We've been waiting for you for a long time."

Mu Heng stared at the woman in front of him with those blue eyes that could not see clearly, and said slowly: "Really."

"I think there's someone you'd like to meet."

Wen Yao turned sideways and clicked several times on the control screen in front of her. Soon, with a beep, an incubator specially used by the research institute to control living samples rose from the ground.

In the present situation, it is very suitable to use it as a temporary prison for imprisonment.

The man in black sat on a chair, his blue-black eyelids drooping.

Although the lower jaw was fitted, a special muzzle was worn to prevent him from reciting spells or doing any extreme behavior.

Mu Heng: "So he's here with you."

Wen Yao nodded, took a deep breath, and briefly told what happened before.

From transactions, ceremonies, to their guesses about why the people in black would cooperate.

Wen Yao's ending sound dissipated in the air, and the research institute fell into a dead silence again.

The silver-haired man raised his eyelashes and said calmly:

"In this case, you should know why I came here."

Wen Yao was stunned for a moment, stepped forward hastily, and pointed at the man in black in the prison:

"No... sir, you don't understand that all this is—"

Before she finished speaking, Mu Heng interrupted lightly:

"I know."

He asked unhurriedly, "So?"

"..."

Wen Yao's breathing became disordered and she fell into silence.

It seems Zhuo Fu is right on this point.

——Mu Heng is very clear about what he is doing, and he is not prepared to change his plan because of this.

Zhuo Fu took a step forward cautiously, pointed to the man in black robe, and suggested:

"But that was before, now we have this person in our hands, right? He summoned Shi'an to the mainland, so he should know how to bring him back..."

Wen Yao nodded, and walked forward quickly:

"Zhuofu is right, the blood moon is not necessarily the only way—"

Obviously, the man in black knew this very well, so he chose to kill himself after the ceremony was completed, because only in this way, the method of recalling Shi An will sleep with him forever, and at that time, Mu Heng will There is no other choice.

Mu Heng: "There are two days left."

"What?" Wen Yao was taken aback.

Zhuo Fu sighed, and took over the conversation: "...there are two days left before the blood moon."

Mu Heng: "What about next time?"

Zhuofu: "...after 4000 years."

Wen Yao clenched her teeth subconsciously.

She understood what the other party meant.

... If not this time, there will be no next time.

As for whether the man in black would speak, and whether there would be any way to force him to speak, no one could give a definite answer.

But Mu Heng was unwilling to gamble on this possibility.

Mu Heng looked at Zhuo Fu, his voice was low and indifferent: "Now that you understand, let's take it out."

The institute fell into dead silence for a while.

Zhuo Fu and Wen Yao looked at each other silently.

Yes, they knew what Mu Heng came here to take away, and they also knew that as long as Mu Heng wanted to, neither of them, nor anyone else in the world could stop him.

Mu Heng still gave them both face now, at least he didn't do anything directly.

Zhuo Fu sighed, walked to the screen, and operated on it a few times.

Next to the prison where the man in black was held, another incubator rose from the ground.

A huge fluffy spider was firmly locked in it, all six legs were firmly imprisoned, with eight frightened black eyes on its head, screaming:

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Zhuo Fu rolled his eyes half-deadly, and while walking forward to open the incubator, he echoed perfunctorily:

"All right, all right, I see."

He got tired of hearing the same content every time.

The eyelids of the black-robed man who was shut aside moved, and he slowly opened his half-blind eyes, looking over through the two layers of glass.

Mu Heng walked over.

It seems to feel the dangerous aura of the man in front of him. Although the restraint on his body has been touched, the spider shrinks back into the incubator instead:

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Mu Heng's expression did not change.

A bright long sword emerged from his palm, shining with a cold luster in the light.

He raised his hand, pointing the point of the sword at the spider's bloated belly.

The next second, there was a strange creaking sound from the spider's throat. It opened its mouthpiece, and a familiar voice came out of his mouth:

"Hey, what are you going to do to my humans?"

The boy's voice was soft and clear, with a bit of clear displeasure, echoing in the dead laboratory.

Mu Heng was taken aback.

"Can I burn it?" the boy asked.

The next second, the man's deep voice sounded: "Don't burn it, it's still useful."

"When the time comes, I'll 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 Shi An's voice just now, his eyes moved slightly, and his marble-like stern and ruthless face seemed to soften a little.

In the next second, the blade in Mu Heng's palm turned into a spot of light and disappeared.

"Since you have the basic intelligence to understand human language, you should be able to understand what I'm going to say next."

He stepped forward, his silver eyelashes drooping slightly, he fixedly looked at the spider in front of him, and said:

"It's okay not to kill you, but you have to hand over the source of power that was devoured in the dark mountains."

The spider finally stopped repeating the reading. It hesitated for a while, and seemed to have finally made up its mind.

Immediately afterwards, it cautiously stepped forward, and its mouthparts covered with 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 couldn't separate it after trying so many times before."

Zhuo Fu crossed his arms indignantly: "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 glanced at Zhuo Fu secretly, and the eight eyes on its head blinked, almost looking a little cunning.

The sword light passed by, and the white cocoon burst open.

Lying in it was a curled and wrinkled wing, with dry scales attached to the wing bones, and the once graceful outline was faintly visible.

Zhuo Fu took a breath:

"This...this is?"

Mu Heng withdrew his long sword: "That's right, these are the wings of a fire dragon."

"It's the same as the 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 calmed down for a moment, and he rarely explained:

"Shi'an said that the soul of a dragon 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 made a deal with the Administration is to Free its soul..."

However, before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a sharp wail next to him.

That voice was too shrill, too hateful, too terrifying, almost like any sound that any human being could make.

Cutting 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 voice.

Inside the incubator, I saw the man in black knelt down on the ground at some point, his whole body was violently twitching and trembling, the palms covered with blue and black swollen blood vessels twisted and covered his face, the long The haggard white hair spread out, covering his already inhuman body. Between his fingers, a pair of chaotic and gray blue eyes were staring wide open, from which thick and dark blood escaped little by little, dripping down. on the ground.

At this time, Zhuo Fu seemed to have received a blow to the head, and his whole body was stunned.

The clues that had been ignored all seemed to be connected logically at this moment.

This plan... was completely tailor-made according to Mu Heng.

Why was he so sure that even though Mu Heng knew everything, he would still subvert the entire continent for the sake of peace, and why he was so looking forward to death after the ceremony was over.

Zhuofu forgot to breathe.

Those surnamed Mu are all lunatics.

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