Chapter 1862
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[New Southern Calendar 6563, Month of Spring Sacrifice, Fifth Day of the Month of Spring Sacrifice. ]
[Hahahaha! I knew it! I knew it! I did it! Experiment No. 117 is a success! ]
A long string of words overflowing with his own emotions, coupled with the increasingly exaggerated flowery handwriting, outlined a sense of madness on the parchment.
Angor looked at the words and did not know what to say. All the curiosity and urgency in his heart seemed to have been poured with a bucket of cold water. The crazy flowery words on it seemed to have turned into a mocking expression.
Where's the hidden room? Didn't you say there's a hidden room? Why are you not interested anymore?
Also, wasn't the previous chapter in the Month of Resuscitation? Why did it suddenly move to the Month of Spring Sacrifice? Did Tizarro spend all his time on experiment No. 117?
Angor turned to the back of the letter. It was empty. No words.
He read the letter again from the beginning to the end, trying to see if he had skipped too quickly and missed some important clues … However, he still found nothing.
Tizarro only threw out a guess on the second last page and did not care about it.
Maybe he did not care about it. Maybe Tizarro just did not record something in the letter.
Angor sighed and tossed the letter aside. He looked at the two scrolls on the table — the first and the second volume of Tizarro's Experiment No. 117.
His eyes glowed. Maybe Tizarro recorded something about the hidden room in the scrolls?
With this in mind, Angor decided to read the scrolls.
Half an hour later.
Angor rubbed his swollen temples and looked up from the desk. His expression was filled with disappointment. These two scrolls didn't record anything about the hidden room. They were purely experimental records.
The experiment was not something Angor could understand at the moment, so it took him a lot of effort to read it. Half an hour of reading took him as much energy as half a day's worth of books.
When he finished reading the last word, he felt dizzy.
After resting for a long while, the discomfort slowly subsided.
When he regained his consciousness, he looked at the two scrolls again with a complicated expression.
Experiment No. 117 was an experiment on the cultivation of mycelial explosive bombs.
Tizarro was cultivating a type of mycelium that could parasitize living organisms. This mycelium could mobilize all the blood energy in the organism and finally produce a terrifying explosion. This was the so-called Mycelium Explosive Bomb.
The description of the experiment sounded familiar. Wasn't it similar to the bloodline of an umbrella fungus?
The Umbrella Fungus Bloodline was a so-called "one-time use Bloodline". Activating the Bloodline would lead to certain death. People who were injected with this kind of bloodline were also known as substitute puppets, which were the so-called death warriors. They used self-destruction to hurt the enemy.
Balba had been injected with this bloodline.
He wondered if Tizarro's Mycelium Bomb had something to do with the parasite bloodline.
He thought for a moment and shook his head to get rid of the complicated thoughts. Whether or not the Mycelium Bomb was related to the Umbrella Fungus Bloodline had nothing to do with him.
Compared to Tizaro's experiment, he was more concerned about his own precipitation and the hidden room he mentioned.
He was going to stay in the ruin for now. If there really was a hidden room, he wanted to find it as soon as possible.
Since Tizarro didn't mention anything about the hidden room, Angor decided to look for it himself.
For the next hour, Angor used his spirit feelers to scan the entire ruin. But he still didn't find anything useful.
There were no booby traps in the lower three levels of the ruin. His spirit feelers didn't detect anything.
Then, could it be in the corridor on the first floor?
Angor thought for a moment and walked out of his study. He planned to check the corridor on the first level. However, to his regret, after repeated inspections, there was nothing strange about the corridor on the first floor.
Angor gave it a second thought and agreed with him.
Tizarro was a level-2 truth-finder wizard when he first came here. If he couldn't find the hidden room, how could Angor find it so easily?
Moreover, there was another crucial question. Did the so-called hidden room really exist? That was another question.
Maybe Tizarro only mentioned it casually in his notebook, and he didn't seem to care about it at all. Maybe he was just being paranoid.
With that in mind, Angor reached the entrance of the corridor, which was also the entrance to the ruin.
He considered for a moment and pushed the door open.
Outside the door was the night sky of Parmigi Highlands.
The thin snowfield reflected a faint light under the night sky with stars and moon. Compared to daytime, this place looked a little less boundless, but more gentle at night.
Angor walked out of the ruin and looked at the withered tree stump at the entrance.
With a light flick of his sleeve, the illusionary technique covering the surroundings disappeared. At a speed visible to the naked eye, the withered tree turned back into a lush five-meter-tall tree.
Since he couldn't find anything useful in the ruin, he decided to ask Tree Spirit.
After all, Tree Spirit was the one who gave him Tizarro's Experiment Log No.117 (Volume One), which meant Tree Spirit must know about the second volume and Tizarro's notebook.
Did Tree Spirit know about the hidden room?
With this question in mind, Angor reached out a hand to touch the tree trunk. At the same time, he sent his spirit feelers into the tree.
The tree didn't react at first. About a minute later, its leaves began to sway without any wind, and each leaf began to emit a green light.
These light spots slowly fused together and finally turned into a green shadow.
Tree Spirit's image appeared in the shadow.
"Good night, Mister Tree Spirit." Angor lowered his head to greet Tree Spirit when he saw Tree Spirit's eyes flickering with life.
After Tree Spirit appeared, he stretched and leaned against the tree trunk. "There are still three hours before the rising of the morning star. Instead of saying good night, it's better to say good morning."
"Good morning," said Angor as if he didn't understand what Tree Spirit was trying to say.
Tree Spirit looked at Angor quietly. Tree Spirit considered for a moment and sighed. "… Good morning."
"Tell me. What do you need from me?"
"Something, yes. But it's not important." Angor didn't ask about it right away. "You seem to be in a good mood, Mister Tree Spirit?"
Tree Spirit showed a "I'm busy, sorry for disturbing me" look. But Angor could see that Tree Spirit was actually happy, which was completely different from during the day.
Tree Spirit nodded. "Yes."
"Is it because of the tea party?"
Tree Spirit nodded. "It has something to do with the tea party."
"So Leona doesn't want to create a special space for the tea party?"
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