Wang Mo immediately began to sense the entire castle. His perception ability was trained by Sima Wei. The powerful soul power quickly stretched out, only avoiding the top floor. If the bomb can't be detected around, it must be on the top floor. Wang Mo's actions were not discovered at all, and the old man in the lead was still shouting.
"Explosion...haha..." The old man laughed wildly, and then began to try various passwords, trying to open the door in front of him. While trying, he said, "History is a fanatical scientist who will not give up his ideals for anything, so You simply cannot choose to die."
"I am an idealist, but I don't want to be controlled by you, so I would rather die!" The old man inside spoke very firmly, as if all this was true.
"Found it!" Wang Mo quickly found the location of the bomb. What the comic scientist said was true. Wang Mo faces a choice. If it takes too long to detect the bomb, the comic scientist may die in the hands of this old man. But if it is not dismantled, I am afraid that everyone here will die, including of course this comic scientist.
"There is only one choice. I hope this guy slows down!" Wang Mo glanced at the old man who led the team, turned around and left through the secret passage. After passing through several passages and stairs, you enter the basement of the castle. It's dark and lightless here, and of course there's no group of annoying hunters.
"It should be here..." Wang Mo walked to a house in the center of the basement and found a huge and terrifying bomb. If this guy explodes, I'm afraid the entire castle will turn into ashes.
In the fifty-square-meter room, only half a meter of your blade is left at the door, and the rest is filled with shiny things. Wang Mo could feel that it contained extremely unstable soul power, and it would be quite terrifying if it exploded. The perceptible result was even more disappointing. This was actually a mechanically controlled bomb, not one activated by formation control.
"How important it is to learn cultural knowledge!" Wang Mo was completely dumbfounded after seeing it. He knew that the thing was right in front of him, but he had no way to start.
"You have the science and technology, I have the formation circuits, let's see who is better!" Wang Mo didn't have much time to think of a solution right now, so he could only start carving out the formation circuits. Circularly depicting the entire outside of the house, there is a layer of iron walls, a layer of confinement and a layer of absorption. The three sets of formation circuits are considered a cycle, and Wang Mo has set up ten cycles in total. The powerful formation sealed the bomb in the center, hoping it would have some effect.
Wang Mo returned to the top floor of the castle without stopping, just in time to see the old man who led the team guess the password correctly and enter the gate. This guy was still muttering, "You, a technical geek, don't know how to set a password at all. Your life is like a jar of clear water, and you can see directly from the top to the bottom."
"It's true, but it's a bit insulting. This old man is so bad!" Wang Mo drew out his Divine Comedy sword and drew a formation circuit in the air. It was a color mask. Wang Mo lurked into the room like a chameleon and saw everything about the conversation between the two.
The three-faced monster still looks the same, and the wounds on its body have not been repaired. They were caused by Wang Mo's sword. But the guy was now visibly frightened and hiding in a far corner. There are many strange machines and props in the room, which should be where the three-faced monster conducts experiments.
The old man who led the team approached the three-faced monster with a sinister smile, rubbing his palms back and forth in front of him, "Do you want to hit me? Come on..." He walked forward, "Others are afraid of you, the three-faced monster. I But don’t be afraid!”
"Yao Ting, you treacherous guy, I won't give it to you even if I kill you!" The three-faced monster's voice turned younger, which made Wang Mo stunned. "Our agreement is invalid today, and I want to pull You’re the backer.”
"Hand over the sword. Maybe I can give you a way to survive. Otherwise, if you die, I can still find the sword!" Yao Ting walked slowly in small steps and continued to approach the three-faced monster. The murderous look on his face could not be suppressed. exposed.
"When you, the Lord of Blackstone City, hired me for the sword, the exchange was to get me qualified hunters as materials for experiments." The three-faced monster spoke intermittently, sounding like it was already collapsing emotionally. "The hunters who started talking were all He is a criminal, but the people you sent here are all innocent people, and you are still spreading rumors about me outside!"
"Lord of Blackstone City? Long Sword?" The key information was caught outside. It seems that the three-faced monster was deceived in the transaction, which was not like the rumors outside.
"In a word, hand it over or not hand it over." Yao Ting became impatient and issued an ultimatum.
"Don't even think about it!" The three-faced monster also gave the final response.
"Floating beam!" The smiling face was aimed at Yao Ting, and a wide beam of light covered him.
"Joke!" Yao Ting calmly took out a mirror and actually bounced the light beam back.
"Damn...it's so easy..." Wang Mo had the urge to laugh after reading it, but he still held it back. At the same time, I also began to doubt the scientist's ability, which was a bit childish.
"Rock Breaking Palm..." Yao Ting rushed to the three-faced monster with a single stride, and slapped the opponent's chest with a pair of fleshy palms. The seemingly solid three-faced monster fell apart and turned into debris on the ground. A frightened man was revealed, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and with messy hair.
"This is what you should look like, haha..." Yao Ting laughed sarcastically, and then waved his palm again, trying to kill the young man.
Wang Mo felt that he should take action, and he could not let this young man die like this. But things changed again. The man with gold-rimmed glasses pulled out an ugly heavy sword and wanted to have a showdown with Yao Ting. This heavy sword seems to have been restored from a comic book. The broad sword body is square and has no blade or tip. The thick hilt is enough for both hands to hold. The clumsy appearance is extremely ugly and has no redeeming qualities.
"It's so ugly!" Wang Mo gave the most normal comment in his heart. If someone says that this sword looks good, then that person's aesthetics must be abnormal.
"Is this...did you do it?" Yao Ting stopped attacking directly, looked at the young man holding the weird epee, and let out a crazy laugh.
"Sword of Truth!" The young man fought back in the face of ridicule, and injected his weak soul power into the ugly sword. Intense and dazzling light emerged from all parts of the sword, forming complete and connected blades on both sides. A sharp sword tip appeared, and two fire phoenixes were flapping their wings on the sword spines on both sides.
How ugly it was just now, how beautiful and dreamy it is now. Wang Mo was surprised by this sudden transformation, and even more frightened by the strength of this sword. A young man with only a few hundred thousand soul power managed to draw the sword of truth with Yao Ting. You must know that the latter has millions of soul powers, and the gap is huge.
"This sword should be called the Sword of the Weak. It can even out the gap of millions of souls. But the gap with Yao Ting is too big. He will definitely lose within three minutes!" Wang Mo judged the result directly after looking at it. It didn't take long Time has also been confirmed. The long sword was snatched away by Yao Ting, and the young man was knocked away with a palm.
"Haha..." The young man laughed wildly, as if he was the victor.
Yao Ting panicked with the long sword in his hand. He stared at the young man and shouted anxiously, "Why are you laughing? What are you laughing at? Tell me..."
"This sword is the signal for the bomb to be activated. In one minute, this place will be blown up to the sky..." The young man lay on the ground with his eyes closed, simply waiting to die.
"Brush..." Yao Ting inspired the Sword of Truth, and the radiant blade became even sharper and more brilliant. The gleaming blade struck its original owner.
"Clang..." The scream he imagined did not appear. Instead, Yao Ting flew out. The Sword of Truth was about to fall to the ground, making a clear and sweet sound.
"Ah...who are you?" Yao Ting shook his head and saw a strange young man standing in front of him. He quickly stood up and picked up the Sword of Truth. How he fell just now, I can't figure out now.
"Who are you? Do you want to steal my Sword of Truth?" The young man asked this question before he opened his eyes and saw the strange Wang Mo without waiting for death.
"It really doesn't matter who I am, I want that sword, I want this person, and you can leave now or die here." Wang Mo finished speaking calmly and looked at Yao in front of him with a smile. Ting.
"I spent several years just for this Sword of Truth, how could I give up halfway like this?" Yao Ting's voice became louder and louder, and finally inspired the Sword of Truth. The four million soul power driving his whole body struck at Wang Mo's head.
"Spell Eight, Thunder Technique!" Wang Mo quickly drew a formation circuit in front of him, and a ball of thunder blasted out. It directly submerged Yao Ting's whole body, turning the Blackstone City Lord into nothingness. But the Sword of Truth fell to the ground intact and turned back into the ugly sword.
"It's time... draw your sword to me!" The young man crawled over in fear and wanted to grab the Sword of Truth, but he was still one step away. The countdown to the explosion has arrived, and the bomb in the basement detonated on time. The boy was so frightened that he held his head and waited for death, his whole body twitching.
"boom……"
The sound was no louder than a firecracker. You couldn't hear it unless you listened carefully. It didn't cause any damage at all.
"The explosion is over, let's discuss another matter now." Wang Mo looked at the young man on the ground and asked with interest, "What is your name? Why do you like the heroes in comics so much?"
"Bomb..." The boy couldn't believe the power of the bomb, but he didn't dwell on the problem. "My name is Fang Chen. I am a Ph.D. in physics and biology. My biggest wish is to create superheroes. I had no hope when I was on Earth. , but now it is possible.”
"Fang Chen? A fanatical paranoid." Wang Mo summed up Fang Chen's character in his mind, but what troubled him the most was Black Moon's mission. Kill the three-headed monster, but the three-headed monster is Fang Chen.
"How do I kill the three-headed monster to complete the mission without actually killing you..." Wang Mo asked Fang Chen about this problem. Without waiting for the other party's answer, he had an idea, "Does your three-headed monster have any?" Maybe it can be made into a remote control?"
So a reality show was staged. Fang Chen took out his spare three-headed monster and simply changed it to a remote control one. After being killed by Wang Mo with a sword, he was stamped with the seal of Black Moon. After the other party checked correctly, a considerable amount of income was credited to Wang Mo's account.
"Now I give you a choice, follow me or stay here. You may get certain resources by following me, but this does not include anyone's life." Wang Mo gave Fang Chen a choice. He would not force the other party. make anything.
