Chapter 173

Name... Just call it "exploding bead".

Yilin is always satisfied with his naming taste.

Easy to remember, catchy, easy to understand, both refined and popular.

Finally, Yilin still didn't tell Molly the real purpose of this batch of explosion beads.

Anyway, it's not painful to owe a few more debts, so Yilin has the cheek to ask Molly to order a small equipment according to his requirements.

Molly listened and saw that Yilin seemed determined to be in debt until the end of time. She angrily pointed to Yilin's nose and scolded, but finally she agreed for no reason.

Yilin silently praised Molly.

Yilin smoothly put all the exploding beads into the storage space, which made Yilin completely relieved.

However, because the box seems to contain too complex electronic components, it exceeds the judgment threshold of "tower" and cannot be included in the storage space.

But it doesn't matter.

There is no concept of "gravity" in the storage space. After all explosive beads are "stuffed" into a corner, they only occupy a quarter of the space.

In addition to the obstacles of Xiao shisan ancient Dao, other props are stored in the form of "cards". About one cubic meter of storage space is barely enough.

Looking at the explosion beads piled full in the storage space, Yilin couldn't help laughing.

……

From the next world test, it has become more and more urgent.

Of course, Yilin is no longer a rookie no matter in his previous life or in this life, and his mentality is very calm. Unlike some Mengxin, he is nervous and sweaty every time he enters the world.

Everything from the heart.

While in Molly's laboratory, Yilin plans to seize the time, try to get familiar with new skills and develop "that ability".

Only with more and more cards, Yilin felt more secure.

After all, skills like [bloodthirsty disaster] can only be put at the end. At the end, they can't be taken out to play like [disaster ridden].

At present, Yilin doesn't dare to squander chaos value at will.

Not surprisingly, the next one to be inserted into the module for upgrading should be [bat motorcycle].

Irene looked forward to what kind of existence the bat motorcycle originally belonging to Bruce Wayne would become after it was transformed into an apocalypse mount.

Can you fly?

Or will it change?

Or can you spit fire?

Maybe drink beer?

Just when Erin forgot to eat and sleep and tirelessly developed her ability.

Lao pan came straight in with a sad face.

From time to time, he rubbed the baseball bat in his hand. It seemed that the smooth feel made Lao pan gradually addicted.

Every time Yilin saw Lao Pan's action, he felt a mood of "I don't know what to say".

If Lao pan knew why the other end of the stick was so slippery, would he collapse?

On this thought, Yilin decided not to say it.

Forever.

"What's the matter?"

Yilin asked casually.

Pan Xiaozheng sighed: "I may be really useless."

Yilin thought, "haven't you always been useless?"

Pan Xiaozheng lifted the stick slightly, as if hesitating whether to knock a stick on Yilin's face.

Nonsense, big truth!

But Lao Pan's thought rose a little, and soon hung his head listlessly: "I feel I can't enter the 'inner world' this time."

Yilin smiled.

I was worried about this.

In the Apostles' forum, many Mengxin were worried that they would die in the next world.

Pan Xiaozheng is not good, but worried that he can't get in.

Pan Xiaozheng's situation is really unimaginable. Yi Lin has never heard of it, let alone has a solution, so he can only comfort: "don't worry, I have about the same time as you. I haven't entered yet. Maybe you can enter at that time."

I guess it's just a few days.

Yilin calculated silently.

Lao pan bowed his head and said, "Alas ~ ~ ~"

Eh?

wait.

Yilin suddenly raised his head.

He took a deep look at Lao pan.

His "that skill" has just taken shape. He is worried that it is not convenient to try it on himself

Isn't there just the right person!

In fact, this is not that Yilin deliberately wants to kill pan Xiaozheng.

Just

Because this time, the spiritual attribute is still too low. The condensed "that" always makes Yilin feel lack of taste. If Mao rashly tries on himself, in case something moth comes out, others can't solve it at all.

"Well, Lao pan, I actually have a way, but I don't know if you dare to try."

Yilin said slowly with a serious expression.

“？”

Lao pan stroked the stick, looked at Yi Lin's serious and focused expression, and slowly played a question mark.

……

……

ten minutes later.

Yilin made some simple preparations.

A small notebook, a pen.

Can record the changes in Lao pan.

"Put away your stick just in case."

Yilin's eyes twitched slightly. Looking at the stick in Lao Pan's hand, he always felt a little strange.

Lao pan was not surprised. Anyway, there were no enemies around, so he put away his stick.

"And..."

“？”

"Wash your hands and clean them."

“？？？”

Finally.

Ready.

Yilin carefully wrote "round. 1" on the header of the first page of the small book.

Well, just be casual. Don't be serious. Just read it yourself.

Seeing that Yilin was taking notes very seriously, Lao pan suddenly reacted: "wait, are you experimenting with me?"

"Hmm? You found it all?"

Yilin smiled.

“……”

"In fact, it's not an experiment. I'm sure. Although there may be some twists and turns in the process, the success rate is still very high. Believe me, which time do you think I made a mistake?"

Old pan narrowed his eyes and looked at Yi Lin's sincere eyes. He was still a little uncertain: "are you sure you won't pit me?"

Yilin laughed: "you're just a mobile warehouse now. Maybe you won't become a box when you die. What's the advantage of my pit? In short, this is a win-win experiment. I'm sure."

In the last four words, Yilin bit very hard and emphasized it.

Lao pan thought carefully. It seems so.

Whether at the end of Gotham City or the "Zhang Huichun incident" in Huating City, Yilin gave him the image of taking it easy to pit everyone, which really impressed Lao pan.

And... What Yilin said seems very reasonable!

He has been wasted for so long now. Instead of going on like this, he might as well let Yilin toss about.

Maybe we can toss pan Zhengyi back.

"Then... OK."

Out of his limited trust in Yilin, Lao pan decided to give up resistance and enjoy it silently.

Actually.

For Yilin, if he was not forced, he didn't want to expose this new ability in front of anyone.

But helpless, in the case that the spiritual attribute is not up to the standard at present, Yilin is really not sure and uses this ability on himself first.

Moreover, if the best candidate for the experiment... In fact, it should be Li Er Pang. After all, he is more resistant to beating and tossing.

But the little fat man is more shrewd and has no profit. If the little fat man knows this, it is estimated that he will not be close to the area where Yilin is located.

As for little fan brother Li Changge?

Yilin is really afraid to toss Li Changge to death.

So after thinking about it, pan Xiaozheng, who is full of troubles, has become the best candidate for the experiment.

"Well... Sit down."

Lao pan, sit down.

Yilin began to launch.

As Yilin became more and more focused, Yilin gradually gathered on his fingers, as if the reading power was an inch around his fingertips, forming a tiny vortex.

Yilin closed his eyes, according to the past feeling, controlled the vortex on his fingertips, imagined the reading power as the essence, and then gradually gathered towards the center of the "vortex", the rotation speed became slower and slower... And the density of reading power became more and more dense.

Finally!

Irene opened her eyes.

"Yes!"

Yilin breathed a sigh of relief. In his perception, a "needle" like the essence on Yilin's fingertip, like the pointer of the clock, slowly turned on Yilin's fingertip.

But from Lao Pan's perspective, Yilin seemed to just raise a finger, then make a constipation expression, and cold sweat came from time to time on his forehead.

“？”

Seeing that Yilin opened his eyes again, Lao pan couldn't feel what had changed on his fingertips.

——"Read the needle".

This is one of the abilities developed by Yilin after mastering the power of thought in another future.

But the real use of this ability does not lie in the "reading needle" itself.

But——

"The shape is similar, but it can't be compressed more finely..." Yilin felt the "reading needle" rotating on the fingertip with the fastest speed, compared with the "complete version", and said slowly: "although it is a little thick and a little crooked, the" reading needle "should be between virtual and real in theory, and should also be able to be used..."

"I just don't know... How much deviation will be produced after the poke."

Read needle?

Poke?

Crooked?

Should it work?

Pan Xiaozheng's ears trembled slightly and collected all the self-talk that Yilin didn't deliberately lower his voice into his ears.

He suddenly felt something wrong.

"Wait, you tell me first --??"

Sense, aim, read the needle, go!

Yilin smiled and shook his fingers. He didn't intend to give Lao pan the opportunity to hesitate and put forward opinions. The "reading needle" was silent, invisible and colorless. He stabbed it hard towards a "point" that Yilin had already aimed at in advance.

Pan Xiaozheng's words came to an abrupt end halfway through.

Suddenly.

Lao Pan's eyes were a little confused for a moment, but the next moment, he suddenly stood up from his chair.

Suddenly.

Suddenly.

With another jerk, he hit the ceiling with his head up and feet down.

Bang——

Pop.

Yilin looked expressionless at Lao pan falling from the ceiling, then silently drew an XY axis under "round. 1" without saying a word, and recorded the deviation data of "castration version reading needle" with the simplest coordinate system.

Then another page was turned.

——Write down "round. 2".

Lao pan was so suddenly thrown that he fell seven meat and eight meat.

What happened just now?

Why did it fly all of a sudden?

He just wanted to stand up?

Lao pan looked confused and forced.

wait.

That is, I'm still there?

In other words, pan Zhengyi didn't come back?

To be more precise, am I special or useless?

Pan Xiaozheng's dizzy head soon recovered. He sprang up from the ground, broke a hole in his forehead and bled.

He wished he could pull out the stick skillfully.

"You explain to me -"

Sense, aim, read the needle, get up!

The cohesion of Yilin's "reading needle" gradually becomes faster. Lao pan hasn't reacted yet. The second shot has poked down to "another point" again.

“？？？”