"He fainted?"
Over Tokyo, a giant silver flying saucer floated quietly above the clouds. An Qingyu, wearing a white scientific research robe, was standing steadily on the top of the flying saucer.
The strong wind howling high in the sky made the corners of his clothes rustle. He had his left hand in the pocket of his robe and his right hand holding his mobile phone. The bangs on his forehead were fluttering in the wind. He stared at the small city below him and frowned slightly.
.
"Yes, his body is blue-grey, and his whole body is as stiff as stone. His temperature and heart rate are both decreasing..." Uncle Kyousuke's voice came anxiously from the other end of the phone, "What's going on? Do you have it?"
Any clue?"
An Qingyu pondered for a moment, slowly closed his eyes, and began to search his brain for information related to the god-making experiment.
Seven seconds later, he opened his eyes.
"I probably know." An Qingyu's eyes became solemn, "In the course of more than ten years of experiments, the oracle has injected reagents into his body that forcibly stimulate his potential. His lifespan and vitality have been affected by these reagents.
Crazy squeezing, if it is a normal person, it is estimated that if he is stimulated like this three or four times, he will die suddenly.
But at the same time, the oracle injected a large amount of reagents rich in life potential into his body, forming a delicate balance with the consumption of potential. This balance, reconciled by the 'king's blood', can be maintained under stable conditions.
Improve his own abilities.
But this delicate balance is very fragile, because his body has become dependent on the reagent itself. Once it is out of balance between the two reagents for too long, his body will automatically begin to collapse..."
"In other words, he cannot leave [Pure Land] for too long?" Uncle Kyosuke asked with a frown.
"To be precise, he cannot leave those two reagents for too long." An Qingyu corrected, "After years of experiments, his body can no longer leave these two interacting reagents. He wants to completely solve this situation.
, we must directly modify him from a genetic point of view, and blindly feeding him that kind of reagent will only make him sink deeper and deeper, and his lifespan will be shorter and shorter."
"Genetic modification?" Uncle Kyousuke's eyes lit up, "Can you do it?"
"Can."
Before Uncle Kyousuke could be overjoyed, An Qingyu spoke again, "Through the data recorded in the god-making experiment, I can indeed deduce a reagent specifically for this situation, but this process is very cumbersome, and even I can at least
It will take two days...
But according to the situation you described, Yuri Takibai may not be able to hold on for two days."
Uncle Kyousuke's body was shaken.
"Then...can you use some reagents to temporarily stabilize his physical condition? Aren't you in the [Pure Land] now? Can you get a few bottles of that reagent?" Uncle Kyousuke seemed to have thought of something and was anxious.
asked.
"The laboratory did leave some of the γ reagents that activate the potential, but there is no second reagent that is key to maintaining his vitality." An Qingyu frowned and said, "If I guessed correctly, this second reagent
, is essentially a resistant virus, and the person who created this virus is Oracle No. 5 of [Pure Land], Disease Disaster.
Once this reagent is made, it will soon lose its effectiveness, so every time they make it before injection, there is no inventory in [Pure Land]."
Uncle Kyousuke's heart suddenly sank.
"In other words... if you want to get this reagent, you can only go to the 'Disaster'?" His voice was a little hoarse.
"Even if you find it, he won't be able to give it to you. He will only use this as a blackmail to make you and Yuri Takibai completely under their control." An Qingyu's mind was very clear, and he saw through it instantly.
The oracle's intentions.
Uncle Kyousuke looked back at Yuuri Takibai who was lying on the ground, with a hint of bitterness on his face.
"But, I have no other choice...
Do you want me to watch my son die?"
"No!" An Qingyu on the other end of the phone spoke again, "Perhaps you don't need to compromise to have a chance to get the reagent..."
Uncle Kyousuke was stunned on the spot.
A chance to obtain reagents without having to compromise?
Could it be that the Oracle could still take the initiative to give him the reagent?
"What should I do?" Uncle Kyousuke asked, thinking that this young man had usurped the entire [Pure Land] by himself, and his heart suddenly felt much calmer.
An Qingyu stood on the silver flying saucer, looked up at the bright sky in the distance, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly:
"You just need to...
Waiting for nightfall."
…
Hokkaido.
In a certain deep mountain.
Lin Qiye had three long knives hanging on his waist, walking through the dense forest like a ghost. He looked down at the token in his hand and narrowed his eyes slightly.
This token is the key to [Shenyin] through Yoshiki Fururuhara. Only by holding it in hand can Lin Qiye find the secret house hidden in the mountains like before.
As the token flickered, an ancient house emerged from the dense forest in the distance like a chameleon, looking extremely mysterious.
At the same time, Lin Qiye's mental power finally sensed the existence of this house. He took the token back into his arms, stepped hard on the ground with both feet, and quickly rushed to the gate of the house, tapping the door with his knuckles.
Dong Dong Dong——!!
Time was running out, so Lin Qiye knocked on the door loudly and urgently. After a moment, the door slowly opened from the inside.
The tall and burly Furuhara Yoshiki was wearing a black robe, with two dark circles under his eyes that almost covered half of his face, and was staring straight at Lin Qiye from behind the door.
"Knocking on the door so urgently, I thought it was a evil ghost coming here to demand my life." Furuhara Yoshiki, who looked like a evil ghost, saw Lin Qiye standing behind the door, patted his chest and said.
"Sorry, I'm pressed for time." Lin Qiye smiled helplessly and stepped into it, "Has the knife been repaired?"
"It was fixed last night, come in."
Furuhara Yoshiki looked outside the house and saw no one else, so he closed the door.
He glanced at the [Yubeng] on Lin Qiye's waist and asked doubtfully: "Why are you carrying [Yubeng]? Where is Amamiya Haruki?"
"He didn't have time to come. He lent me this knife."
Lin Qiye did not waste too much time on this topic, and walked directly to the open space in front of the house without waiting for Furuhara Yoshiki to lead the way.
Furuhara Yoshiki shrugged and followed.
A few minutes later, he took out a black box from the house and placed it in the center of the open space.
Chapter completed!