Dean slowly opened his eyes. With the help of the light from the fire, he saw that the old man was dragging him into the darkness with his back to him.
His eyes flashed, but he gave up the idea of a sneak attack. The sand hitting the back of the old man would not have any effect. Instead, he would lose the only chance to sneak attack. At the moment, he had been dragged two or three meters away. He could not catch the stone on the edge of the fire pit. Even if he could catch it, the stone on the edge of the fire pit was burning hot. Even if he could catch it, there was no time to aim.
"I can't go to his nest." Dean knew that he was facing a great danger at the moment. His brain turned fast. He must find a way to get out before entering the enemy's nest. After all, no one knew how many people there were in the enemy's nest. He could not deal with the one in front of him. If he was taken to the enemy's nest, he could only be reduced to a fish on the anvil.
At this time, the old man dragged Dean to the place where Macon was going to urinate. He bent down to pick up the dagger that had fallen on the ground.
Dean was happy. His eyes fell on the stone that he threw. He immediately reached out and touched it. The stone's thermal insulation effect was general. Although it was still hot, he could barely bear it. He grabbed the stone and looked at the back of the old man's head. He suddenly exerted his abdomen, exerted his upper body's strength, and threw it.
Bang! The stone did not hit the back of his head, but hit his back. After all, he was lying down. Although the distance was very close, the angle was still off.
Dean's face was ugly, but he had no time to be annoyed. He hurriedly kicked the soles of his feet and broke away from the old man's palm.
The old man was hit in the back. He screamed in pain and almost fell down. He looked back and immediately saw Dean's back. He did not expect that he would fall on a child twice. He was so angry that his chest was about to explode. He ferociously said, "I'm going to kill you!!" He suddenly raised his hand and swung it. An inconceivable scene appeared. An extremely long black shadow suddenly shot out from his wide sleeves.
Bang! It hit Dean's back.
Dean immediately fell to the ground. There was a sharp pain on his back. He almost fainted, but his heart was at a loss. With his speed, the old man should not be able to catch up so quickly. Was it a stone?
He forced himself to look back, and his pupils suddenly shrank.
He saw a scene that was completely beyond his imagination. He saw that the sleeves of the old man were covered with tentacles. They were as thick as a baby's wrist and three or four meters long. Dean could clearly see that the roots of the tentacles were connected to the old man's shoulder.
The scariest thing was that there were actually blood-red veins on the hunchbacked old man's withered arms. They were like blood vessels protruding from the surface of the skin, full of strangeness and malevolence.
Dean couldn't help but think of four words: "Biochemical transformation!"
Born in a scientific family, Dudian knew that biochemical modification was real, but in the old era it was a taboo experiment. Any biochemical human experiment was illegal. It only appeared in World War II as a weapon of war.
This was what he heard from his father and sister when they were chatting. He did not expect to see such an incredible scene at this moment in this world where technology had yet to enter the steam age!
Kaka!
When Dean was shocked, the old man groaned in pain. The roots of the tentacles on his right arm grew by a few centimeters. The new section was still stained with a lot of silky tissue fluid, and the old man's right arm shriveled a bit.
The old man clenched his teeth and stared at Dean. He said grimly, "Little devil, I won't kill you so easily. I will cut you little by little and make you my experiment!" After that, he strode towards Dean. The tentacles on his arm wriggled into his sleeves and went into his wide black robe. If the sleeves were not torn, no one would be able to see the slightest difference from the outside.
Dean's face was pale. At this moment, he naturally knew that this was not a scavenger's test, but a real danger. He wanted to climb up, but the pain in his back made him unable to stand up. Moreover, the old man had taken out the green mist. Although he tried his best to hold his breath, after a long time, he still smelled a trace of it. Just smelling a little odor made him feel weak in his limbs.
"Still want to run?" The old man looked at him ferociously. He grabbed Dean's hair and dragged him away.
Dean tightly grasped the old man's wrist in pain. Before long, the old man suddenly stopped. It was dark around, but with the faint starlight in the sky, Dean saw a deep pit.
"Get in!" The old man kicked Dean.
Dean suddenly rolled down. Along the way, he felt like he hit a staircase. His back, wrists, and arms were hurt. He rolled for about seven or eight meters before he reached the bottom. He reluctantly opened his eyes and immediately saw a faint yellow light in front of him. It was an underground chamber.
At this time, the old man climbed down the vertical ladder.
Dean looked up and saw that there was a plank on top of the wooden ladder, which sealed the hole above. He suddenly knew why he would meet the old man in this vast desert. It turned out that the shelter he chose was not far from the old man's place. Most likely, when they were here during the day, they had already alarmed the old man.
He smiled bitterly in his heart. The desert here was lush with plants, and it was the richest place in the vicinity. It was indeed a suitable shelter.
After the old man went down the stairs, he did not pay attention to Dean. Instead, he quickly came to a workbench not far away and pulled out a small bottle from the drawer. There were scarlet pills in it. He poured a few pills into his mouth and drank hot water from a metal bottle next to him.
Dean could not help but look at the underground chamber. He immediately saw something that made his face ugly. He saw a few cabinets next to him. There were some large glass bottles soaked in some horrible things. Some were human palms, some were women's heads, and some were lungs and hearts.
"Little devil, don't look at it. I'll find a big container for you to put you in." The old man noticed Dean's eyes and said.
Dean's face was ugly: "Are you the person who sold his soul to the devil?"
The hunchbacked elder snickered, "Devil? The Holy Church only uses the creator and devil to fool the world. When I finish the experiment, I will be the creator! "
"What experiment?" Dean asked. Naturally, he did not really care about this. He just wanted to use the conversation to buy some time. After his physical strength recovered a little, he would find a way to escape.
The hunchbacked old man sneered, "Even if I told you, you wouldn't understand. You are just a fool enslaved by the Holy Church. After I rest for a while, I will send you to meet your God of Light. Don't even think about leaving. While talking, he took out something from the drawer. It turned out to be a small crossbow.
Dean's face changed. His heart was cold, but he did not give up. He gritted his teeth and said: "What creator? Using this kind of thing to kill people? Ridiculous!"
"Well, the wisdom of the creator is not something you can understand." The old man sneered: "The great alchemy will cast immortality. You are honored to be the material of my experiment."
"Alchemy?" Dean could not help but be startled.
When he was looking at the super chip, he happened to see some introduction of "alchemy." It could be said that this was the early prototype of chemistry, which originated from Egypt. It was mainly to convert base metals into gold. Once an alchemist could do this, he would immediately become a national treasure and could do whatever he wanted.
The ultimate goal of alchemy was to create the 'Philosopher's Stone'. Legend has it that this was a treasure that could make people immortal!
In history, there were many great people who were immersed in the practice of alchemy, including the famous physicist Isaac Newton who was an alchemy enthusiast.
"Are you an alchemist?" Dean looked at the old man in surprise: "Isn't alchemy to create gold?"
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