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Chapter 81 The Black Lotus Guild, Where There Are No Normal Humans
Chapter 81 The Black Lotus Guild, devoid of normal humans (Begging for first-time subscriptions)
"?!"
Zhu Que was utterly shocked.
His analysis of this colossal magical artifact was consistently very slow.
Even if one breaks through to the fifth level of Qi Refining, it would still take at least thirty years to successfully analyze it.
But he analyzed 1% in just a few dozen seconds!
That speed is terrifying!
Touching the parts of the super-large magical artifact did indeed have an effect!
however.
His shock didn't last long.
Because after the parsing progress reached 1%, the almost out-of-control speed came to an abrupt halt.
The parsing progress has returned to an incredibly slow pace.
[Current parsing progress: 1.00002% ——————]
Zhu Que's brain worked quickly, and he immediately came up with a deduction that the analysis progress would surge to 1% after touching the black ball.
The cause of this abnormal speed is the action of "touching the black ball for the first time".
"It's different from the Ten Thousand Souls Banner."
"The Banner of Ten Thousand Souls allows for the individual analysis of its components after the flag is touched."
"And this super-large spiritual artifact, once its components are touched, the analysis progress can increase by 1%."
"Does that mean—the super-large magical artifact has a hundred similar components?"
"This number seems a bit off—"
Zhu Que's mind was churning with thoughts.
Afterwards, seeing that the analysis speed was no longer abnormal, he prepared to lift his hand and remove it from the surface of the black ball.
However, at that moment, a deep voice, without warning, echoed from within the black sphere: "Fate—ends—here—".
What was that sound?
Zhu Que was stunned. What did it mean that his fate was sealed here?
He tried to listen more carefully, but found that the sound had disappeared and he couldn't hear it anymore.
Seeing Zhu Que withdraw his hand, a burst of laughter erupted in the research area.
"I already told you not to touch this magical artifact carelessly."
"Why is this happening?" Zhu Que asked, puzzled.
"This black ball carries some kind of high-frequency energy; touching it will give you an electric shock. We don't know why yet, but you'll be fine after a while."
A spiritual artifact expert explained.
"oh."
Zhu Que nodded slightly, without saying anything more.
wrong.
Their feelings are different from mine.
When I touched the black ball, I did feel a surge of electricity, but I wasn't harmed.
Only at the very end did I hear a voice that was not quite comprehensible.
That sound—
Can't they hear me?
Zhu Que's heart stirred. If only I could hear that voice, it meant that I must be different from them in some way.
And the biggest difference between me and them is—
I am a born demon.
Thinking about this...
Zhu Que glanced at Song Wugui without making a sound.
He was also born a demon.
While the group of magical artifact experts laughed, Song Wugui did not participate, but instead focused on studying the data.
"If only those born with a demonic seed can hear that voice, then Song Wugui must have heard it too—"
Zhu Que took a deep look at the huge black sphere.
If that's the case, then it's too strange. Why would a super-large spiritual artifact resonate with a born demon seed?
Just then.
A series of hurried footsteps sounded not far away.
Zhu Que turned his head to look.
A group of men in black rushed into the research area, standing in rows on both sides, as if some important person had arrived.
Immediately afterwards, three figures slowly walked out.
The leader was a middle-aged man.
He wore a dark trench coat, had a tall and straight figure, a neatly combed slicked-back hairstyle, a pipe dangling from his mouth, and a curly mustache.
He had a smile on his face and a gentle expression.
But the moment he appeared, the air in the entire research area paused slightly, and Zhu Que felt an invisible pressure.
Behind him, Brother Fire and Brother Butcher followed on either side.
"The Black Lotus Guild leader has arrived!"
Zhu Que heard someone exclaim in surprise beside him.
On the way here, Boss Meng had mentioned the leader of the Black Lotus Guild to him.
His name is Zhan Yunhe, and he seems to be a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator. He founded the Black Lotus Guild in his early years.
"President, these are the spiritual artifact research experts we have recruited."
"Um.
""
Zhan Yunhe nodded slightly, his gaze slowly sweeping over Zhu Que and the others, before he reached out and took the pipe from his lips.
"Gentlemen, you are all experts in the study of magical artifacts. It is quite a coincidence that you are gathered here today."
"As everyone knows, our Black Lotus Guild has never been stingy with resources. As long as you can produce research results, whether it's money or anything else, you will definitely be rewarded."
Hearing him say that...
A burst of laughter immediately erupted in the research area.
But the next moment-
"What the hell are you laughing at?!"
Huo Ge suddenly widened his eyes, his expression became frantic, and his voice suddenly rose, as if something had stimulated his nerves.
"The president's speech is so good, why the hell aren't you all clapping?!"
talking.
He started by clapping his hands, his movements stiff and strange, like a madman who might lose control at any moment.
Zhu Que thought to himself, "This Huo Ge is really not a normal person. He probably damaged his brain from smoking something."
"Huozi, be polite to the experts."
Zhan Yunhe glanced at Brother Huo indifferently.
"President—what did you say—" Brother Huo's eyes were glazed over.
I say one.
Zhan Yunhe stuffed the pipe back into his mouth, his originally calm and gentle face instantly turning into an extremely ferocious expression.
His eyes bulged out, and his pupils glowed red, making him appear as if he were tainted by a malevolent aura.
He gripped Huo Ge's head tightly with his five fingers, his knuckles tightening so that his bones made a cracking sound.
Zhan Yunhe pressed his face against Huo Ge's, his teeth grinding together, like a terrifying beast ready to devour its prey.
"Don't!"
"provoke!"
"I!"
"hair!"
"fire!"
"I understand, President—" Huo Ge's body stiffened, and his lips twitched.
"call!"
Zhan Yunhe loosened his grip, took a drag of his pipe, exhaled a puff of smoke, and raised his hand to tidy up his slicked-back hair.
He turned around and looked at Zhu Que and the others again, his face once again displaying that gentle and polite smile.
"Sorry, I didn't scare you, did I? Let's continue our research."
After saying that, Zhan Yunhe walked deeper into the research area.
"All he does is smoke all day! He's always making a fool of himself in front of the chairman!"
Butcher Brother raised his hand and slapped Fire Brother hard on the back of the head, then followed Zhan Yunhe's steps.
"You—you fucking don't you dare go—you dare to mess with me—"
Huo Ge was knocked so hard he stumbled and followed after him, unsteady on his feet.
Zhu Que watched the three of them enter the depths of the research institute, then withdrew his gaze and muttered to himself.
"None of the Black Lotus Guild's higher-ups are normal—"
Then.
The atmosphere in the research room returned to normal.
Everyone immersed themselves in their research on the magical artifacts, as if what had just happened was merely an insignificant interlude.
Zhu Que glanced at them briefly and found that there were about fifty spirit weapon experts recruited this time.
The Black Lotus Guild also has more than thirty researchers of its own.
Zhu Que spent half a day in the research lab.
He pretended to study it, while discreetly observing the research progress of others.
He discovered that, so far, none of these artifact experts could tell that the black sphere was not a complete artifact, but merely a component of one.
It was evening.
The Black Lotus Guild prepared dinner for everyone, but Zhu Que only ate a few bites before leaving the research institute early.
Although the Black Lotus Guild told them they could stay at the research institute 24 hours a day and provided them with accommodation and daily necessities.
However, Zhu Que couldn't stay here all day long; he absolutely couldn't neglect his cultivation and artifact forgery.
He quickly found Boss Meng's car, where Boss Meng was fast asleep in the driver's seat, with a trace of drool on his lips.
Zhu Que got into the passenger seat.
"Um?"
Startled awake by the sound of the car door closing, Meng groggily opened his eyes and wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth.
"Is it over? Let's go—"
"How did your matter go?" Zhu Que asked.
"Not so good, anyway, we can't get it sorted out for now, because Zhan Yunhe is back," Meng Laoda said casually.
"Wait, you wouldn't happen to be...?"
Zhu Que was slightly taken aback.
Old Meng smiled but said nothing.
"—Awesome."
Zhu Que gave her a thumbs up.
At the time, he was still wondering why a spiritual artifact of the level of the Myriad Soul Banner would be stored in an extremely secretive and heavily guarded location.
How exactly did Boss Meng manage to steal it?
Now he finally understands.
What Meng Laoda did was not "stealing" at all; he disguised himself as Zhan Yunhe and took it out openly!
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