Chapter 697
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The technology of using saltpeter to make ice had long been popularized in the outer wall area. So it wasn't strange for ice piles to appear here. Dean's eyes fell on the metal cabinet. There were strange metal bottles in the cabinet. They were as thick as a finger.
He stepped forward and punched a metal cabinet, causing it to cave in. Then, he grabbed a metal bottle from inside and unscrewed it. Immediately, a strange fragrance wafted out. This smell was exactly the same as the God's Elixir he obtained in the Dragon Clan.
He looked down and saw the golden liquid inside the bottle. It was God's marrows!
"Very good!" He turned to the two people next to Poland: "Wrap up all the God's marrows. I'll give you five minutes."
Both of their faces changed as they looked at Poland.
Poland couldn't help but ask: "Do you want all the God's marrows we have for this month?"
"Do you think I'll leave it for you?" Dean shouted: "Hurry up or I'll cut off one of your hands!"
Both of them were scared. They didn't look at Poland's eyes as they went forward to open the cabinet. They took out a bunch of keys from the drawer under the table. They opened the cabinet one by one according to the numbers on the keys.
Dean diverted his attention to the surface while both of them collected the God's marrows. He was ready to guard against reinforcements.
It didn't take long for both of them to take out all the God's marrow and put it into a huge black bag. Dudian estimated the weight of the bag to be around four to five hundred pounds: "How many minutes have passed?"
One of the middle-aged men trembled: "One, one minute …"
"Good." Dudian raised his hand. Puff! An old man who was standing next to him had his arm cut off from his shoulder. Blood flowed out.
Poland didn't think that Dean would do it without any hesitation. He didn't even put on any posture. It was as if he was casually pulling weeds. He was shocked and angry: "You … You are so indifferent to life … It's … It's …"
"If you think it is cruel, I can help him connect his arm. You can break his arm." Dean glanced at him.
Poland's face turned red as he trembled in anger.
The old man hugged the wound on his broken arm. He was in so much pain that his lips turned pale and he almost fainted.
Dean ignored him and walked out of the room with the huge black bag. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly heard a sharp scream from the ground. It was as sharp and harsh as a metal whistle. He looked down and immediately saw an irregular and weak heat source in the direction of the sound.
He was a little surprised. He had noticed the heat source earlier, but it was still an elliptical ball. He guessed that it should be a monster's cub or an egg that was about to hatch. However, at this moment, the elliptical ball was no longer there. Instead, it had become a thin, irregular shape, like a pile of mud.
He was a little curious. What kind of creature was this? How could it change its form at will?
It suddenly occurred to him that the heat source was on the eighth floor underground. According to the scene he saw when he attacked, this doctor was working on the eighth floor underground. In other words, the deeper he went, the more advanced the experiments he was doing.
Thinking of this, he immediately turned around and walked down the stairs.
Poland was startled: "Are you going underground?"
"It's rare for me to come here. How can I not take a look?" Dean said as he quickly went downstairs. Soon he came to the eighth floor and went straight along the corridor towards the room with the irregular heat source.
Poland was just coming down the stairs when he saw the direction Dean was going. His face changed as he quickly chased after Dean.
Dean was curious as he noticed Poland's expression. He kicked the door open and looked at the irregular heat source in the room. The room looked like a laboratory. There were many test tubes and experimental materials soaked in it. In the middle of the room, there was a huge transparent jar. It was about three meters in diameter and two meters high.
The bottom of the jar was dark. A black mass was creeping inside. It seemed that it wanted to squeeze out from the gap between the bottom of the jar and the ground.
This mud-like black substance seemed to be alive. After Dean suddenly kicked the door open, waves appeared on its body, and the frequency of its wriggling became faster. At the same time, it issued bursts of sharp sounds. Then, from its center, a fist-sized black mass slowly squirmed out. It was like a head, but also like its eyes. It stood quietly, as if it was watching Dean.
Dean had a feeling that he was being stared at. The feeling wasn't friendly. It was full of evil and killing intent. It was as if a ferocious beast was staring at him. Dean's eyes lit up. From the environment, it should be an experimental product of the Monster Research Institute. However, he had never seen such a monster. There was no record of it in the monster atlas.
"What is this?" Dean asked Poland who was chasing after him.
Poland's face changed as he saw the black substance in the glass jar. He didn't expect that the boy would notice it. But he was glad that the boy didn't seem to recognize the substance from his reaction.
He immediately said: "This is our experimental product. It is a semi-finished product. It hasn't been completed yet."
"Is it?" Dean noticed that Poland's eyes flashed before answering. Most of his words couldn't be taken seriously. He narrowed his eyes: "Is this thing a life? How did you make it? What is its function? What is the purpose of making it? "
He asked a series of questions quickly. He stared at Poland as he finished.
Bolan's expression changed slightly. He could easily make up a name, but he would need some time to think if he wanted to come up with something else. He saw that Dean's eyes were burning. Lying wasn't something he was good at. He didn't know where to start. He hesitated for a moment and said: "It is a kind of life. But its intelligence is relatively low. It is similar to an average cow or sheep. It is made from a mixture of monster and other materials. The specific process is too complicated."
"What is the purpose of making it?" Dean repeated. He didn't give him time to think.
Poland's body tightened: "It is mainly used for exploration. Its perception is relatively sharp. It can be used as a tamed beast to explore wasteland."
Dean felt Poland's heartbeat speed up. He narrowed his eyes: "So its attack power is relatively weak?"
"Yes, yes."
Dean stepped forward and kicked the glass jar. The glass jar seemed to be transparent, but it was extremely hard. Fortunately, he used all his strength to kick it. Bang! A hole appeared in the glass jar, but no glass fragments sputtered out. Instead, the glass jar was concave like a sheet of iron.
Before Dean could withdraw his foot, the black substance seemed to have sensed something. Bubbles emerged from its body and stretched out black tentacles to wrap around Dean's foot.
Dudian returned to Poland's side. He grabbed the severed arm of the old man and threw it into the hole of the glass jar.
The old man was stunned on the spot. He picked up the severed arm and hoped to reattach it in the future.
At this time, the broken arm fell into the glass jar, and the black substance immediately surged like an excited child, making squeaking sounds. All the liquid in the body rushed to the broken arm, and soon wrapped the broken arm. The black whiskers that had previously wrapped around Dean immediately plunged into the broken arm. The next moment, the skin on the surface of the broken arm quickly shriveled, and the old arm became even older. The skin color also became dim, and dark spots appeared on it, like the hand of a corpse.
Dean narrowed his eyes. Sucking life? He seemed to have seen such a situation before.
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