In the middle section of the relatively intact booth, Blood Demon stepped on the steel plate under his feet. He felt the shaking sensation as if it could collapse at any moment. He rubbed his chin.
"To collapse or not to collapse. That's the question. What do you think? "
Wan Liuhua had the standard standing posture of "standing like a pine." In fact, through her extremely sharp senses, she was actually doing the same thing as Blood Demon. The booth under her feet had become a very interesting research object.
However, Wan Liuhua never said anything irresponsible. She calmly said,
She calmly said, "This isn't my area of expertise."
"But no matter how I look at it, this effect is our doing, isn't it?"
Blood Demon's finger swiped across the torn and distorted equipment display area in front of him. Just as he said, this kind of "strength" method that could cut through metal and forcibly shift positions was the specialty of the Fleshly Adepts.
It must be known that 90% of the booth was made of metal, and the total weight was several tons or more. To achieve such an effect in an instant would be difficult even if professional equipment was moved over.
In other words, the Fleshly Adepts, who far exceeded the limits of the human body, possessed such an ability in theory.
"You're overthinking it. You don't have this sense of design."
"I can't stop them from collapsing either."
In front of an expert, any quibbling was meaningless. Blood Demon admitted it directly. However, continuing with the previous question, he still found it difficult to make the corresponding judgment of "value."
"Should I say this is a clever move or a stupid move?"
Just as they had discussed, the key to the scene presented by the current booth was not about "tearing" or "destruction." Instead, it was about the "sense of design."
The entire steel structure of the booth had been torn to pieces. If one followed the normal laws of physics, this place should have long collapsed into a complete mess. One wouldn't even be able to find a place to stand.
However, the reality was that the equipment used in front had only shifted along with the torn and distorted booth. This "shift" was carried out on a rather neat surface.
Of course, the most difficult thing was to achieve normalized stability after the destructive shift.
If the current floor of the booth was covered with a layer of boards, people would probably never imagine that the supporting area below would already be a mess.
The two Transcendents by their sides could create destruction that was ten times or even a hundred times more tragic than what they were doing now. The only thing lacking was this neat and tidy sense of design. It would probably require them to put in thousands or even tens of thousands of times more effort.
How could he do it?
This was because Luo Nan didn't directly destroy and tear apart the structure of matter to create displacement. Instead, he used sufficient soul strength to interfere with the structure of space and time. He forcefully bypassed the difficulties that would give even Extraordinaries a headache. Luo Nan used a method that was countless times more difficult to achieve.
"You're from the Mental Side. You always like to go around in circles." Blood Demon grinned as if he had a toothache. "Aren't you tired?!"
This time, he asked Luo Nan.
In fact, he already knew the answer.
It seemed that Luo Nan had calmly and effortlessly completed the dismantling and reassembling of the stage. His water vapor body had turned somewhat incorporeal and transparent.
Thankfully, while the Blood Demon and Wan Liuhua were chatting, the water vapor clone became normal again.
Luo Nan just nodded at the two Extraordinaries. He then stared at the new booth, deep in thought.
The redesigned layout of the equipment seemed to fit Wan Liuhua's taste very well. She smiled and shifted her gaze from left to right. She even asked for confirmation.
"The location of the recording should be near the seventh device on the right … There's a row of bookshelves missing there."
"In the end, it can't be perfect."
Wan Liuhua rarely took the initiative to speak, so Luo Nan had to respond. But between the lines, Luo Nan was still dissatisfied with the current situation.
"I'm afraid some things fell apart when they were dismantled … These things are all for show now. None of them are plugged in. Also, the space is too cramped. In the end, they can't stretch out."
Blood Demon chuckled twice. You're dissatisfied? Don't you see the people who set up the venue? They want to cry but have no tears.
It must be known that there was actually an elevator below this booth. It was closely linked to the main venue. With Luo Nan's actions, the scheduled auction venue might be completely ruined!
Blood Demon looked at his watch. It was 2: 57 in the afternoon in Ti City … … There were still 5 hours.
It was very clear that the conference affairs team was going to be tossed around.
Blood Demon was rejoicing in other people's misfortune when he suddenly felt something was wrong. He turned around and saw Luo Nan and Wan Liuhua staring at him.
"What's wrong?"
"Aren't you going to put the recording in the right position?"
"Uh, yeah!"
Only now did Blood Demon discover that he had become the legendary projectionist. Yes, a technical job … … My ass!
The corner of his mouth twitched, but he still followed Blood Demon's instructions and transferred the entire recording to the position indicated by the two. He was honest, but he was a technical worker. It was more appropriate to grumble a bit.
"You finally remember to look for the notebook … … What were you doing before!?"
"Life always has a sense of ritual."
"Huh?"
Luo Nan had a serious expression. "Reconstructing it once. My mood is better. It's easier to stimulate inspiration when my mood is on the right path."
Blood Demon laughed dryly without saying anything.
On the contrary, Wan Liuhua asked with interest, "So, have you found your inspiration yet?"
"Yeah, I'm still looking."
No matter how well Blood Demon did his work in the early stages, no matter how much he understood Luo Nan, he couldn't help but roll his eyes at this time.
Wan Liuhua responded with a smile. "No rush. There's plenty of time."
Luo Nan felt the kindness in her words. Though he didn't quite understand where it came from, he still responded with a smile.
Actually, Luo Nan's train of thought was quite clear by now. The information from the horned demon's memories gave him the most direct direction.
Actually, this point was also reflected in the recording. He just wanted to make it clear.
At this time, the recording restarted once again. It reached the stage where a certain person flipped through the pages quickly. A close-up shot of the notebook's title page was shown on the screen.
Luo Nan didn't continue watching. He exhaled softly and lowered his head.
Soon, the surrounding people heard a wave of soft murmurs.
The murmurs came from Luo Nan's mouth. They had a certain rhythm, rising and falling, cycling back and forth.
The murmurs were far too vague. Most people couldn't hear the contents clearly. Of course, this didn't include the two Extraordinaries. Whether it was Blood Demon or Wan Liuhua, they both possessed perception and discernment abilities that surpassed ordinary people. Therefore, they could hear the murmurs clearly.
The murmurs were short sentences that were like rhymes. They were divided into four paragraphs, and the contents were … …
The gazes of the two moved away from Luo Nan's face. They looked to the side and forward. In the recording, the notebook had already been folded open. It was heated by the laser and soon caught fire.
The instant the notebook caught fire, the flames charred and curled up the title page. The same content appeared on the paper in the form of words. The words then turned to ash within the flames:
My heart is a prison, my heart is a furnace;
My heart is a mirror, my heart is a nation;
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