Chapter 687: The Dark Things Underground

The technology of using saltpeter to make ice has already spread to the outer wall area. It is not surprising that ice piles appear here. Du Dian's eyes fell on the metal cabinet. Looking through it, there are metal bottles with strange shapes in the cabinet, which are as thick as fingers.

He stepped forward and punched a metal cabinet, smashing the cabinet to cracks, reached out and grabbed a metal bottle inside, unscrewed the bottle, and suddenly a strange fragrance wafted out, this smell was similar to what he got in the Dragon Clan The divine pulp is exactly the same.

He lowered his head and saw that the brilliance and introverted golden liquid in the bottle was just divine syrup!

"Very good!" He turned to the two people next to Poland and said, "Wrap up all the magic juice here, and I will give you five minutes."

The expressions of the two men changed, and they looked towards Poland.

Poland couldn't help but said: "The magic syrup inside is our entire reserve for this month, do you want it all?"

"Can't I keep it for you?" Du Dian said coldly: "Hurry up, and I will cut off your hands in a minute!"

The two were so frightened that their faces paled. They didn't care to look at Poland again, and hurried forward to open the cabinet. They took out a bunch of keys from the drawer under the table next to them, and opened the cabinets one by one according to the numbers on the keys, sweating profusely.

While the two were collecting the magic nectar, Du Dian distracted his attention outside the surface to guard against reinforcements coming at any time.

Soon, the two took out all the magic pulp and put it into a huge black bag that looked like cloth and plastic, which was full. Du Dian raised his hand and estimated that it weighed four to five hundred catties. He asked casually, "How many minutes have passed?"

One of the middle-aged men turned pale and tremblingly said, "One, one minute..."

"Okay." Du Dian raised his hand, and with a puff, an old man with white temples standing next to him broke his shoulders and blood flowed horizontally.

Poland didn't expect Du Dian to shoot as soon as he said it.

He didn't hesitate at all, and didn't even put on a pose, as if he was just pulling up weeds casually. He was shocked and angry, and more of a fear, and said: "You, you regard life so indifferently, it is, it is... "

"If you feel cruel, I can help him connect his arm, and you can break his arm." Du Dian glanced at him.

Poland suffocated, and suddenly flushed, trembling with anger.

The old man hugged the wound of his severed arm, his lips turned white from the pain, and he almost fainted.

Du Dian ignored it and walked out of the room with a huge black bag. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly heard a sharp scream coming from the ground, as sharp and piercing as a metal whistle. He moved his eyes, looked down, and immediately saw an irregular pile of weak heat sources in the direction of the sound source.

He was a little surprised. He had noticed the heat source reaction in this place before, but at that time the heat source reaction was still an elliptical spherical shape. In his guess, it should be the cub of a certain monster or an egg that was about to hatch. Egg, but at the position of the heat source at this moment, the oval shape disappeared, instead it became a thin irregular shape, like a puddle of mud.

He was a little curious, what kind of creature is this that can change its body shape at will?

It suddenly occurred to him that the heat source was on the eighth floor underground. According to what he saw when he attacked, the doctor was working on the eighth floor underground. That is to say, the deeper the depth, the more advanced the experiment.

Thinking of this, he immediately turned around and walked down the corridor.

Seeing Du Dian going down, Poland couldn't help but hesitated, and hurriedly said: "Are you still going underground?"

"It's rare to come here, how about not visiting more?" Du Dian flew downstairs as he said, and soon came to the eighth floor underground, and then walked straight along the corridor towards the room with irregular heat sources.

As soon as Poland came down the stairs, he saw the direction Du Dian was running to, and couldn't help but change his face, and hurriedly chased after him.

Du Dian noticed the expression of Poland behind him, and he was even more curious. He kicked the door open and looked at the irregular heat source in the room. material, but in the middle of the room, there is a huge transparent glass cylinder, about three meters in diameter and two meters high.

At the bottom of the glass tank, it was pitch black, and a mass of black substance wriggled inside, as if trying to squeeze out from the gap between the glass tank at the bottom and the ground.

This muddy black substance seemed to be alive. After Du Dian suddenly kicked the door in, there were waves on his body, and the frequency of peristalsis became faster. At the same time, there were bursts of sharp sounds, and then from its center, slowly It squirmed and raised a fist-sized black mass, like a head, and like its eyes, standing quietly, as if watching Du Dian.

Du Dian has a feeling of being stared at, and this feeling of staring is not friendly, full of evil, and killing intent, like a ferocious beast staring at himself. His eyes flashed. Judging from the environment here, this object should be a kind of experimental product of this monster research institute, but he has never seen such a monster, and it is not recorded in the monster atlas.

"What is this?" Du Dian asked Poland who was chasing after him.

Poland saw the black substance in the glass jar, and his face changed. Seeing Du Dian's question, his mouth was slightly bitter. He didn't expect to be noticed by the boy in the end, but he was a little fortunate that, judging from the boy's reaction, it seemed Do not recognize this thing.

He immediately said: "This is Heiliu, our experimental product is only a semi-finished product and has not been completed yet."

"Really?" Du Dian noticed that his eyes flickered before answering. Most of the words could not be taken seriously. He squinted slightly and said, "This thing is life? How is it made? What is its function? You made it What is his purpose?"

He spoke a series of questions quickly, and then stared at Poland.

Poland's complexion changed slightly. It's okay to ask him to make up a name casually, but it still takes a little thinking time to make up other things. He saw Du Dian's eyes burning, as if looking straight into the depths of his heart, and suddenly felt a little nervous. Lying was not something he was good at, and now he felt that he didn't know where to start. After hesitating for a moment, he said: "It is a It's just that the intelligence is relatively low, similar to ordinary cattle and sheep, it is made of a mixture of monsters and other materials, the specific process is too complicated, and I can't finish it in a while."

"What is the purpose of making it?" Du Dian immediately repeated, without giving him time to think.

Poland's whole body was tense, and he gritted his teeth: "It's mainly used for exploration. Its perception is sharper, and it can be used as a tame animal for exploring deserted areas."

Du Dian felt his heart beat faster, squinted his eyes slightly, and said, "So, its attack power is relatively weak?"

"Yes, it is."

Du Dian stepped forward and kicked the glass tank. The glass tank looked transparent, but it was actually extremely hard. Fortunately, he shot with all his strength. With a bang, he kicked a hole, but no glass fragments sputtered out. Instead, it was dented inward like an iron sheet.

When Du Dian kicked in the soles of his feet, before he could withdraw, the black substance seemed to sense something, something like bubbles popped up on his body, stretched out a strip of black bearded tentacles, and wrapped around Du Dian's feet.

Du Dian immediately retracted his feet, turned back to Poland, snatched the broken arm from the hand of the old man whose arm had been cut off behind him, and threw it into the hole in the glass jar.

The old man stayed on the spot. He picked up the broken arm, hoping to get it back again in the future.

The broken arm fell into the glass tank, and the black matter immediately surged, like an excited child, making a squeaking sound, and the liquid all over the body rushed to the broken arm, and soon wrapped the broken arm, entangled with Du Di'an's black beard. Immediately pierced into the severed arm, the next moment, the skin on the surface of the severed arm dried up quickly, the already old arm became even older, and the skin color became dull, with dark spots, like the hands of a dead body.

Du Dian narrowed his eyes slightly, sucking life? He seemed to have seen such a situation before.

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