Dean suddenly understood why his arm became like that. Most likely, he had used his own body to conduct a "life structure" experiment. From the results, it was obvious that the experiment failed. Although the twisted tentacles on his arm could act according to the nerve signals, they would pay a corresponding price every time they acted. Otherwise, the power of the mutated tentacles alone would be a big killer in this cold weapon era!
The old man seemed to have rested well. He said to Dean in a cold voice, "Go there and lie down." As he spoke, his dry palm touched the small crossbow. It seemed that as long as Dean refused, he would shoot immediately.
Dean's face changed. He gritted his teeth and stood up. At this moment of life and death, his mind was in a mess. He took a deep breath, trying to keep calm, but no one could keep calm in such a gloomy and desperate environment. His body trembled slightly, and he moved at the slowest speed to the place pointed by the old man. There was a workbench, like an operating table. There were many cutting tools on the side, and some of them were still stained with blood that had not been washed clean.
Dean suddenly heard movement on his left side. He squinted, and his face changed immediately. He saw an iron cage with more than a dozen snakes twisting inside. Among them, there were yellow-scaled snakes like the ones he had seen during the day. Obviously, these were the materials caught by the other party for the "life structure" experiment.
The old man did not urge Dean. He just looked at him quietly, like a hunter quietly watching his prey make the final struggle. When he saw Dean's face change color, the corners of his mouth slightly hooked up into a cruel smile.
At this time, Dean had come to the workbench.
"Do you see the chain on it? Tie it yourself." The old man ordered.
Dean looked at the several chains fixed on the workbench. He knew that most of them were used by the other party to tie other experimenters. His eyes flashed slightly, but he still grabbed a chain and wrapped it around his wrist.
The old man's face showed a trace of sneer. He was ready to cut Dean to death after he tied himself.
Bang!
In vain, Dean, who was wrapping the chain, suddenly squatted down and shrank under the workbench. At the same time, he swung the chain and hit the iron cage not far from the side. Bang! More than a dozen sleeping snakes in the cage immediately woke up, struggling and twisting in the cage.
The hunchbacked old man's face sank, and he said in a cold voice, "Brat, I wanted to let you die a quick death, but you just had to act smart. Do you think you can escape from here? Even if I have to exhaust my body again, I will still capture you. If you know what's good for you, come out obediently, and I will forgive you one last time!"
Dean naturally would not believe his nonsense. He lifted his foot and kicked the iron cage. With the workbench as cover, the old man couldn't shoot him from that angle. Once the old man got close, he would have the opportunity to fight with the old man in close combat.
Although the old man had mutated tentacles and was extremely terrifying in close combat, his head was a human head, and the fatal point was weak. This gave Dean the capital to fight!
Bang! The iron cage was only lightly tied with a lock. At the moment, under Dean's kick, the iron cage immediately opened. More than a dozen snakes quickly swam out of the cage. Some swam toward the darkness, some swam toward the old man, but most of them swam toward Dean.
The stooped old man sneered, "You're courting death!"
The next moment, his smile suddenly stopped. He saw that the snakes that were swimming towards Dean suddenly changed their mind. They turned around and swam to other places. Four or five of them swam towards him.
"How..." The old man's eyes widened. Suddenly, he thought of something. He looked at the table next to him, and his face suddenly became gloomy, "They actually stole the realgar. No wonder they have the courage to open the snake cage."
Dean firmly grasped a bottle of realgar powder in his hand and sprinkled it all over his body. This bottle of realgar powder should be prepared by the old man when he caught the snakes. When he noticed the snake cage, he thought of realgar powder. After all, although the old man was called an 'alchemist', he was essentially a biologist of this era.
Moreover, he was so old that it was impossible to catch these snakes with bare hands. He could only rely on other things.
As he expected, he soon saw the bottle of realgar powder. Perhaps no one had come here for a long time. The old man had been living alone, so the things were placed very casually. It just happened to be in the place where Dean passed by, so he sneaked over.
"Humph!" The old man coldly snorted. He grabbed another set of brownish yellow robe hanging on the wall next to him and put it on his body. At this time, the snakes that swam toward him immediately stopped, then twisted their bodies and swam into the surrounding darkness.
Seeing this scene, Dean immediately knew that the robe was mostly sprinkled with realgar powder, and it was probably the coat he wore to catch the snakes.
"Boy, you'd better come out." The old man's eyes were gloomy, staring at the workbench. His fingers were tightly attached to the crossbow. As long as Dean showed a little bit of his head, he would immediately shoot! Although the other side was just a child, but the successive changes had already made him feel threatened, and he would not give Dean any more chances!
Dean looked around the secret room. At present, the only way to survive was to subdue the alchemist. But to subdue the other side, relying on the dagger in his hand was far from enough!
Yes, there was a dagger in his hand. This was the cutting tool that he grabbed from the workbench when he squatted down. It was also the only weapon that he was ready to fight with the old man in close combat!
At this moment, Dean suddenly saw that on the side of a counter against the wall, there were some bottles and jars. There were labels on them. Two of them were impressively sulfur and charcoal!
This was one of the main raw materials of black gunpowder!
Dean's eyes lit up, and his heart was suddenly ecstatic. He hurriedly looked around, but did not see the fire saltpeter. His face could not help but change slightly. Without the fire saltpeter as the main raw material, sulfur and charcoal alone could not make black gunpowder!
He clenched his fists. This feeling was like a foot into the door of life, but was pushed back.
"Kid, I know you have a dagger in your hand. Are you ready to fight with me?" The voice of the old man sounded again. Dean's heart sank. He knew that the old man had noticed the missing dagger on the workbench. He only heard the old man continue: "Let's continue to waste time like this. I'll eat something to make up for it. Are you hungry?" He said with a sneer.
As Dean listened to him, he immediately felt hungry for a whole day, and his stomach juices began to burn.
However, his heart was a little relieved. At least he still had time to continue to think of a way.
At this moment, a green mist floated over.
Dean's pupils shrank, and he hurriedly covered his mouth and nose. He did not expect that the other side would release this thing in this narrow secret room. Obviously, the other side had an antidote or other countermeasures.
Dean pinched his nose, and his heart was pounding. He knew that his time was running out. He did not rush to stand up and fight. He expected that the other side might have aimed at his position. As long as he stood up, he would be shot.
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