Chapter 25
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Dean once again touched the old man's body. It was wet and sticky, like a thigh or an arm. It was rolled up by the old man's ragged robe. This time, although he was still afraid, he was not as nervous as before. He resisted the trembling in his heart and touched the old man's robe. Suddenly, he touched two hard objects from the wrinkled cloth.
He pinched it. It was extremely hard. He thought it was the old man's belongings. He immediately opened the cloth and took out the things.
It was cold. He raised it up and saw it was a fire sickle under the starlight.
He was pleasantly surprised. He immediately rubbed the sickle and ignited the tinder. Soon, the dim light of the fire illuminated the darkness. With the help of the light, he immediately saw what was in front of him. His face couldn't help but turn pale. He saw that the place he was touching was the hunchbacked old man's shoulder. At this moment, the arm was broken from the elbow, and the ribs on the inside of the chest had also been blasted into a charred mess.
Dean's heart was pounding. He was a little nervous. He was afraid that the old man would pounce on him. After repeatedly confirming that the old man's chest was not moving, he was relieved. He found the scattered papers on the ground and ignited them. At the same time, he threw a few pieces of cloth on the ground and burned them.
As the fire grew bigger, Dean immediately saw the appearance of the secret room after the explosion. The previous experimental workbench and various purification instruments had fallen to the ground. Almost all of them were damaged. Many things were submerged by the collapsed sand. He immediately found the previous crossbow, but the crossbow's string and body were broken. Obviously, it could no longer be used.
Dean was distressed. He could only give up. He was ready to completely burn the place. Suddenly, he saw a few books next to the fire. The top cover of the book was "Alchemy Life Theory".
Dean picked it up. In addition to the "Alchemy Life Theory" at the top, there were several books below. All of them were "Life" alchemy school books. One of them was a small handbook without a name. He opened it and saw that it was handwritten with a quill pen.
"Alchemy notes?" Dean was a little surprised. He looked at the content. It turned out to be the old man's alchemy diary.
"Giant wall calendar year 287, black snow season."
"Today's experiment is progressing smoothly. As expected, if I want to create life, I still have to use humans as experimental subjects. What a perfect material …"
There were some experimental process records and other events, but he didn't look at them in detail. He put the alchemy notes into his chest. As for the 'Alchemy Life Theory' and other books, he simply flipped through them. Although the names were very lofty, but he felt that it was similar to primary biology. Although he didn't study biology, but at least he had modern thinking. He was influenced by common sense from childhood, so he was able to roughly judge the content of the alchemy notes.
He didn't bring them with him. These books were too thick, so he couldn't hide them and would easily be exposed. Judging from the behavior of this stooped old man, alchemy most likely didn't have a good reputation in this world. Otherwise, he wouldn't have hidden in this uninhabited desert to secretly conduct experiments.
Dean tore the books and threw them into the flame. The fire burned. He threw the rest of the books on the body of the stooped old man. Then he found the oil pot on the ground and poured the kerosene on the body of the stooped old man. At the moment he had calmed down a lot. The first thing that came to his mind was to destroy the evidence!
When the fire spread, Dean climbed up the wooden ladder that he had previously rolled down. The ladder was far away, so it was not broken. He pushed the wooden board above his head and climbed out. Looking back, he could vaguely see the reflection of the fire from the collapsed gap. There was a trace of melancholy in his heart. He sighed, turned around, and ran along the original road.
When he returned to the previous place, there were only a few scattered sparks in the fire pit. He didn't see Mason and the other two.
Dean was surprised. He didn't sit down to rest. He dragged his tired body to look around the ground. Soon he saw traces of dragging. He immediately chased along the sand. He saw a shadow moving in the distance. His heart tightened and he quietly touched the shadow.
As he got closer, Dean saw that it was Zach who was dragging Mason and Sham.
"He is not in a coma?" Dean was startled. He thought that Zach had always been cautious. Most of them were playing dead. However, Zach had escaped death but Dean had almost lost his life.
Dean's heart warmed as he saw Zach dragging Sham and Mason. He rolled the alchemy notes on his trousers and tied it with a cloth belt. Then he went out.
"Who!" Zach was shocked when he heard the movement. He loosened Sham and Mason and nervously bent down to grab two handfuls of sand.
"It's me." Dean appeared.
Zach was surprised when he heard Dudian's voice: "You are back? Are you okay? Did the monster do anything to you? "
Dean immediately knew that Zach should have secretly seen the fight between him and the stooped old man. He saw the mutated shoulder: "I'm okay. I was lucky to run away. Let's get out of here so that we won't be caught again." He grabbed Mason's arm. He saw that Mason was still breathing. He knew that the green mist wasn't a deadly poison. His heart was relieved.
Zach's face turned pale. He couldn't help but look at Dean's back. It was as if there was a monster staring at him from the darkness. He shivered and grabbed Sham: "Run quickly. Don't be caught." Then he quickly dragged Sham and ran forward.
Dean dragged Sham and followed behind. Obviously, they couldn't stay in this place where there was plenty of water. Although the stooped old man was dead, but it was hard to guarantee that there wouldn't be other alchemists coming over. He sighed and continued to look for water. He hoped that he wouldn't encounter these alchemists who refused to obey the law in the next water source.
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Half an hour later.
Above the hunchbacked old man's secret chamber, a few black shadows appeared. One of the short shadows took out a fire sickle and lit the oil lamp. With the help of the fire, they looked down through the gap of the collapsed wall and immediately saw the burned secret chamber inside.
"He has been killed." One of the graceful figures seemed to see something. She said in a cold voice: "Destroy the corpses and burn the nest. It seems that they don't want us to trace any clues."
"Such ruthless means. Most of them are the work of other devil's apostles. These beasts won't let go of their own people!" Another burly figure said.
The previous short shadow said: "These alchemists have already sold their souls to the devil. In order to get the devil's power, they don't hesitate to kill each other. However, they shouldn't fight for no reason. I think it's likely to be because of something! Damn, we should have come earlier. "
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