Chapter 1862

"The fifth day of the first ten days of the Spring Festival in 6563 of the new calendar in the southern regions."

"Ha ha! Yes, yes! I succeeded! Experiment 117 succeeded!"

A large string of words full of self emotion, combined with the more and more flashy fancy characters, outlined a sense of Madness on the leather paper.

Angel looked at the typesetting and was silent. All the curiosity and urgency in my heart seemed to be poured with cold water. The crazy fancy characters on it also seemed to turn into an expression of ridicule.

What about the hidden room? Don't you suspect there's a hidden room? Why suddenly don't you care?

In addition, the previous article is still in the month of recovery. How did it suddenly cross the month of Spring Festival sacrifice? Have tizarro been immersed in experiment 117 these two months?

Angel turned the letter to the back cover. It was empty without any words.

He read the letter again from beginning to end to see if he jumped too fast and missed some important clues... However, he still got nothing.

Tizarro just threw out a guess on the penultimate page, and then ignored it completely.

Maybe it's not reckless, but there are some things tizarro didn't record in his letter.

Angel sighed, threw the letter aside, and looked at the two leather rolls next to him, the first and second volumes of tizarro's experimental records No. 117.

His eyes lit up slightly. Maybe tizarro recorded the hidden room in these two leather rolls?

With this purpose, angel decided to open the skin roll.

In half an hour.

Angel rubbed his swollen temples and raised his head from his desk. His expression was disappointed. In the two leather rolls, there was no record of anything hidden in the room. It was just an experimental record.

This experiment is not related to the scope of angel's current knowledge, so he reads very hard. Half an hour of reading consumes as much energy as half a day of reading in the past.

After reading the last word, angel could feel a faint in front of him.

After a long rest, the discomfort eased slowly.

After returning to his mind, angel glanced at the two leather rolls on the table again, with a trace of complexity in his eyes.

Experiment No. 117 is a culture experiment of mycelial bomb.

Tizarro is cultivating a mycelium that can parasitize organisms. This mycelium can mobilize all blood gas in organisms and finally produce a terrible explosion. This is the so-called mycelium bomb.

When angel saw the overview of this experiment, he felt very familiar and thought carefully. Isn't it very similar to the blood of umbrellas?

The blood of toadstools is the so-called "disposable blood", which will undoubtedly die after activating the blood. The person injected with this blood is also called a double puppet, that is, the so-called dead man, who hurts the enemy at the cost of self destruction.

Baruba was injected with this blood.

Angel wondered if the hyphal explosion of tizarro was related to the blood of the umbrella fungus?

Angel thought for a moment, then shook his head and threw these cumbersome thoughts aside. It has nothing to do with him whether the hyphal explosion is related to the blood of the toadstool.

Compared with tizarro's experiment, he was more concerned about his own precipitation and the hidden room he mentioned.

After all, angel wants to stay in the ruins. If there is a hidden room, he still hopes to find it in case of danger.

Since tizarro didn't mention the hidden room, angel planned to find it himself.

For more than an hour, angel began to explore the whole ruins with his spiritual tentacles. But the final result is still very unsatisfactory.

There is no mechanism that can be activated in the lower three layers of the relic. Everything is calm under the spiritual tentacle.

So, could it be in the corridor on the first floor?

Angel thought for a moment and came out of his study. He planned to go to the first floor corridor to see the situation. To his regret, after his repeated inspection, there was no strange place in the corridor on the first floor.

Angel looked back and thought it was right.

When tizarro first lived in, he was a level 2 true wizard. He didn't find the hidden room at his level. How could he find it so easily?

Moreover, there is a key question: does the so-called hidden room exist? This is actually a problem.

Tizarro might just mention it casually in his letter. He didn't care at all. Maybe he was just suspicious at that time.

When Angel thought so, people had reached the entrance of the corridor and the gate of the ruins.

Angel thought, reached out and pushed the gate open.

Outside is the night of the pamighi plateau.

The thin snow field reflects a faint awn in the starry night. It looks less reckless than day, and more gentle only at night.

Angel walked out of the ruins and looked at the withered stump at the door.

He brushed his sleeve gently, and the illusion that covered his surroundings disappeared. The withered stump has been restored to a lush tree five meters high at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Since there was no clue in the ruins, angel planned to ask Shuling.

After all, it was Shuling who gave him the experimental records of tizarro No. 117 (Volume I), so he must know the existence of Volume II and tizarro's records.

So does Shuling know about the hidden room?

With this doubt, angel reached out and touched the trunk. At the same time, a spiritual force was slowly instilled into the trunk with the touch of his fingertips.

The tree didn't respond at first. About a minute later, the leaves began to shake without wind, and each leaf began to emit Yingying green light.

These light spots slowly fuse together and finally turn into a green light and shadow.

In the light and shadow, the image of tree spirit emerged.

"Good night, Lord Shuling." When the eyes of the tree spirit in the light and shadow began to appear flexible, angel gently lowered his head to greet.

After the tree spirit showed up, he stretched and leaned against the tree trunk: "there are three hours before the rising star. It's better to say good morning than good night."

Angel didn't seem to hear the implication of Shuling's words, and said, "good morning."

The tree spirit looked at Angel quietly. The latter looked calm. The tree spirit pondered for a moment and sighed: "... Good morning."

Tree spirit: "come on, what can I do for you?"

"There are some things, but it's not very important." Angel didn't say his doubts for the first time, but asked about another thing: "Lord Shuling looks in a good mood?"

Although the tree spirit appeared and said "I'm busy. You disturb me so late", angel could see that there seemed to be a happy look between the tree spirit's eyebrows, which was completely different from the situation in the daytime.

The tree spirit nodded and said, "it's really good."

"Because of... The tea party?"

The tree spirit didn't hide, nodded and said, "it's really related to the tea party."

Angel: isn't Liana going to open up a special tea party space

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