After opening the door, it suddenly became clear.
A huge open space appeared.
The floor was paved with clean tiles, and the walls and ceiling were covered with carbon rods and foreign electric lamps.
The ancient steam generator was roaring, and there were several weird-looking monsters that were constantly shoveling charcoal into the generator to create steam to generate electricity.
Liu Hou glanced around and saw that there were hundreds of foreign glass jars in this room.
Every bite is not too small.
Two meters high and one meter in diameter.
There is a strange smell in the air. As a modern man, Liu Hou is no stranger to this smell.
It's the preservative formalin.
And soaked in formalin were the corpses of many monsters, large and small.
Each one is ferocious and terrifying.
Some only have bodies, some only have heads.
Most of them are stitch monsters like the Si family head and his wife.
Several monsters were dissected and stitched together to form a new monster.
However, these suture monsters did not survive, and were soaked in jars containing formalin like trophies.
For display and appreciation.
"So that couple was created by the owner of this underground secret room?"
Liu Hou had some vague guesses in his mind.
The house of the Si family is full of evil spirits and dead people, and there is only one living person.
That is the young master of the Si family, Si Wanjuan.
It's very possible that this guy is responsible.
Holding the sword in his hand, Liu Hou walked along the bottles and jars with a solemn expression.
He always felt that these evil corpses soaked in formalin were spying on him.
Even though I knew this was just an illusion, my vest was still wet with cold sweat.
The hostility, demonic aura and sense of oppression in the secret room are too strong.
It was so thick that he couldn't breathe.
Finally, he heard hysterical laughter amidst the roar of the steam generator.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, what a good body. If on your wedding day, you see all your close relatives and friends die tragically in front of you, I will definitely be able to refine you into a good corpse puppet.
Then sewed it on the three corpses I had prepared a long time ago, wonderful, wonderful.
I’m sure I’ll survive this time.”
The voice sounded ecstatic.
Just as he guessed, it was Si Wanjuan who was speaking.
The mastermind behind the scenes is indeed him.
Liu Hou followed the sound and looked for it. In a place decorated like a laboratory, he saw Lu Zhi'er tied to the operating table.
Lu Zhi'er was still wearing a red wedding dress, her mouth was gagged, her face was full of fear, and her bright eyes were filled with tears and despair.
The girl kept struggling.
Si Wanjuan, who was standing next to the operating table, had already put on surgical clothes and even had surgical gloves on his hands made from the internal organs of some kind of monster.
"Don't worry, you won't be in pain for too long. I will take off your head later and sew it onto the monster I prepared. You won't die, and I will let you see your relatives killed by me."
Come on, use your anger to help me drive that monster up!"
Si Wanjuan laughed crazily again.
Liu Hou squinted his eyes, and sweat had already wet the hilt of the Huanbamen Han wooden sword he was holding tightly.
A whooshing sound.
Liu Hou had already rushed in.
The sword in his hand slashed down with fury, the speed of the sword was as fast as an afterimage.
He wanted to kill this crazy Si Wanjuan with one sword.
In troubled times, monsters emerge. No matter what era it is, there is no shortage of crazy, egoistic scientists like Si Wanjuan.
The world is already miserable enough, there is no need for more lunatics like Si Wanjuan to make the world even more miserable.
There was a sound of breaking through the air, but Liu Hou's sword cut through the air.
Liu Hou frowned and suddenly heard a string of laughter: "I have forgotten about you, a little Taoist priest.
Little Taoist priest, would you like to have a great time tonight in the lotus pond, making love to my unmarried wife and watching her dance?"
Liu Hou didn't make a sound, he picked up his sword and stabbed in the direction of the sound.
Another hole was stabbed.
Si Wanjuan didn't know what kind of magic was used, and his whole figure was erratic: "My unmarried wife seems to be interested in you. Why not kill you in front of her, or the three things that will happen after her death?"
The evil spirit of the corpse will become more intense.
Hehehe, just decide to do this!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Hou felt a chill in his back.
Something sharp flew toward his vest.
As fast as lightning.
There was a clang.
Liu Hou used his peach wood sword to block the thing with his backhand.
It's actually a scalpel.
A scalpel that is thrown away contains so much power.
This Si Wanjuan is not weak in strength.
"Hehe, little Taoist priest, you do have some skills. Let's see if you can guard against this move."
Si Wanjuan's figure flashed to the middle of the room and waved his hand.
Dense gas surged out of the room, and green gas quickly filled the room.
This should be the oldest anesthetic gas!
Liu Hou quickly held his breath.
Si Wanjuan wore a simple gas mask, hid in the green air, and took the opportunity to attack.
Liu Hou raised his sword and thrust it out.
But it felt like it was stabbed on a soft object.
Si Wanjuan was a little surprised: "You didn't get my numbness. Could it be that you recognize the good things I got from the West?"
Liu Hou sneered in his heart, and the numbness of the fart dispersed. Anyone who doesn't have excrement in their brain will hold their breath when they see this weird gas.
What's more, he really recognized it.
This green hemp soul dispersed and became Liu Hou's shield.
Si Wanjuan was wearing a gas mask, which blocked his vision.
But Liu Hou could see clearly that the sword in his hand kept approaching Si Wanjuan, forcing him to retreat continuously.
Si Wanjuan was stabbed several times. Although he was not seriously injured, he became angry.
Suddenly he took off his mask, took a long breath, and blew it in the air.
Suddenly, a strong wind came.
He actually blew the green anesthetic gas all over the room and dispersed it all.
The turbidity in the laboratory has gone away and the vision has been restored.
Liu Hou was shaken by the blow, and his scalp felt numb. What kind of method was this?
Looking at Si Wanjuan again, his clothes had been cut by himself, exposing his body.
Liu Hou was stunned for a moment, with surprise in his eyes.
Unexpectedly, Si Wanjuan was not only cruel to his family, but also to others, and even more cruel to himself.
There was no intact skin on his body, and there were shocking traces of stitches everywhere.
No one knows how many times he has transformed his body!
"Hehehe, my body is perfect!"
Si Wanjuan touched his body and asked proudly.
His fingers traced the traces of stitching, with a look of intoxication on his face.
Liu Hou's scalp was numb. At this moment, he only thought of a Western monster.
Frankenstein.
The world's earliest artificial man was also a terrifying monster created by a mad scientist who induced thunder and lightning from the sky.
It's just that Frankenstein only appears in Western science fiction novels.
Chapter completed!