Chapter 127

"Sure enough, my guess is right."

"The big gift bag at the beginning is a lucky illusion."

Over one of the empty shells of the factory tomb, Tang Qi hid in the shadow of the chimney and looked around a large area. The dark night could not stop him from peeping.

But at this time, there was no "fuel" to pick up within his sight.

This situation has lasted nearly an hour.

At present, in addition to the human centipede soul at the beginning, Tang Qi only received a huge dog face human soul, and then there was no follow-up.

Those polluters who have poured out have not returned for a long time. It can't be all accidents or other accidents. The probability is that their capture operation is not smooth and there is no harvest. Naturally, they won't come back to deliver the task.

Tang Qi, who was guarding the outer area of the tomb, fell into a state of boredom.

Last night, it wasn't like this.

Although some are unwilling, reason tells Tang Qi that this is normal.

The spirit tide returns and the mysterious side recovers violently, which will indeed make a large number of strange things appear. Perhaps according to those books, the "Dark Age" in which monsters are rampant and human beings are no longer the only protagonist will envelop the whole world again.

But this does not mean that endless weirdness will be born at the beginning, especially with requirements.

The targets of the polluters are very clear.

It must be strange with flesh and blood, like evil spirits, resentful souls or other phenomena, which cannot be selected.

And it must be in the Mercer area.

Limited by many conditions, it is natural that the harvest will be less and less.

"The good thing of getting something for nothing is always unsustainable."

Tang Qi muttered silently, but his mood was not affected.

Maybe if someone else loses such a big advantage, he will be lost.

But Tang Qi just sighed casually.

Just then, a group of polluters finally reappeared in a dark street farther away.

It was a team of four people with serious disability. Each one had a broken limb, and then replaced it with vine intestines. The first polluter, especially the skull, was lifted. Through the broken mask, you can see the gray brain inside.

But even so, it showed no signs of death.

Together with the other three polluters, he dragged an unusually tall woman with a hook lock.

It's similar to the actors in the circus, who are nearly three meters high. Their clothes are worn out, and they can vaguely see the strong, gray and black muscles below.

Because of death, her muscles relaxed a little, but it still looks terrible. It's hard to imagine how terrible power these muscles will have when they explode.

The battle between the two sides is undoubtedly fierce. One side of the polluter wins, and the other side is in good condition, but the surface is miserable.

Her resentment slowly floated out. She was a strong woman in a skirt. Her face was ugly, as if she had been ravaged by a fire. Under her half covered black hair, she was a pair of eyes full of resentment.

"Some kind of urban legend, freak show cannibal?"

At the bottom of Tang Qi's eyes, several pieces of information flowed past.

He didn't take a closer look. At this time, he appeared on the head of the deformed cannibal, still pressing it silently.

……

"Let's go. I don't have to come tomorrow night. The harvest is not worth my waiting time."

When this idea came to mind, Tang Qi's eyes were staring at the dark factory in the distance.

Last night's scene appeared again. It was recovering its gray appearance, and the deep malice soon disappeared.

Another night passed.

Compared with last night, Tang Qi's harvest is very little.

Don't mention the feeling of bulging your head. You don't even make Tangqi feel full.

Without nostalgia, Tangqi turned back to the small building.

At the same time, he also decided not to squat again tomorrow night. The harvest of one night is probably equivalent to his own trap, and I'm afraid it will be more miserable tomorrow, so it's not worth wasting time.

Besides, counting the time, Tangqi has plans for tomorrow night.

As for spying on the secret of the dark factory, that is, the secret of hastu club, this kind of event is not something that Tang Qi can intervene in for the time being.

The only thing he is willing to do is to secretly disclose some information here to the castle Bureau, and whether he can find the right time.

After turning back to the small building, Tang Qi took the last time to digest the fuel he had picked up.

I took a look at the progress of Ming's idea, 15%.

The harvest with serious shrinkage was 4% last night, and only 1% was left in the past night. No wonder Tang Qi was unwilling to continue wasting time.

Of course, compared with honest meditation.

The efficiency of this way of adding fuel can be called cheating.

Waking up from the state of meditation, Tang Qi glanced at the morning fog outside the window, went straight to wash, and then simply prepared some breakfast for himself.

Just halfway through the meal, the crisp doorbell suddenly came.

Tang Qi put down his food and just walked to the door. One step in advance, he sensed that there was a familiar air machine outside the door.

When I opened the door, it was the man in black I had seen last time, a calm agent.

In his hand, there are still two boxes.

A fine black wooden box, a simple gray wooden box.

Tang Qi took over at the same time. In the two boxes, the gray one must still be bullets, but the quantity will be half less than last time. In the exquisite black wood box, it is probably the strange materials Tang Qi wants to trade.

"Is it still tomorrow morning, sir?"

"Yes!"

After a brief conversation, the agent in black left straight away.

Tang Qi came to the workbench with the box in his arms and put the box containing bullets aside. With a slight movement of his fingers, he opened the black wooden box.

Inside, a heart was lying on a piece of silk.

To be exact, it's a dried heart.

A small one, about two thumbs large.

When Tang Qi's eyes condensed, an unexpected faint light poured out immediately, and a special picture came into his eyes.

[strange thing: the heart of the deformed monster.]

[status: dried.]

[information fragment 1: it comes from the heart of a deformed monster. It is a special evil and extraordinary creature. It is good at hiding in the dark, observing the habits of a human or creature, then killing it, changing it into their appearance and replacing it.]

[information fragment 2: after its heart is dried, its uses include secret medicine and casting. At the same time, it is also a domestication or demonization material loved by spiritual planters, animal trainers, animal herders and other professions.]

"Hoo!"

The screen appears and is confirmed to be correct.

This little dried heart is the secret medicine material Tang Qi needs.

Many uses in the second information fragment are actually the same, and all need to precipitate the "deformation force" in the heart.

Old Colson probably thought that Tangqi, a wild caster, intended to attack more difficult and create strange things independently, so he needed a deformed monster's heart.

But the truth is that Tang Qi is to configure a very special secret medicine he found out from the complex knowledge of the primitive secret medicine school.

Its name is... Second body secret medicine.