All the people with the last name Mu are crazy.

Chapter 138

The screen is tingling, flashing for two seconds and then going out.

Zhuo Fu and Wen Yao looked at each other and turned around in front of the front door of the institute.

Time seems to be stretched into thin paper at this moment, and there is a dead silence in the ears, every minute is torture, almost making people wonder if the passage of time has stopped at this moment.

There was a soft "ding" from the quiet hallway.

The elevator is here.

Uneven footsteps approach the institute, step by step.

Although he already knew the identity of his unexpected guest, Zhuo Fu could not help his heart beating wildly.

The doors of the Institute cut out to either side.

Mu Hang's form appeared in front of the two.

He had no weapon in his hand, and looked as indifferent and calm as he had before the last parting, as if he had come only to examine the evidence and take away the information - as he had done a thousand times before.

But Zhuo Fu can clearly feel the difference.

The element of danger seemed to be jumping silently in the air, and there was an unfamiliar aura hanging over the other party's body, which made Zhuo Fu even feel the urge to back away.

Wen Yao, however, stepped forward, "Sir."

Her posture was respectful, but only Zhuo Fu, beside Wen Yao, knew how tense she really was.

"We have been waiting for you for a long time."

Mu Hang gazed at the woman in front of him with those azure eyes that could not be read for emotions and slowly said, "Is that so."

"I think there is someone you will want to meet."

Wen Yao sidestepped and tapped several times on the control screen in front of him, and soon, with a single drop, an incubator specially designed by the Institute to control live samples rose from below the ground.

Under the present circumstances, it would be more than appropriate to use it as a temporary prison of confinement.

The black-robed man sat in a chair, his green-black eyelids drooping.

The lower jaw, though already fitted, was put in a special gag to prevent him from chanting or doing anything extreme.

Mu Hang: "So he's here with you."

Wen Yao nodded, took a deep breath, and briefly recounted everything that had happened earlier.

From the deal, to the ceremony, to their speculation about why the black-robed men are working together.

Wen Yao's voice dissipated into the air, and the institute once again fell into a dead silence.

The silver-haired man lifted his eyelashes and said calmly:

"In that case, you should know why I'm here."

Wen Yao was baffled and took a sharp step forward, pointing at the black-robed man in the prison cell:

"No ...... sir, you don't get it, it's all-"

Before she could finish her sentence, she was gently interrupted by Mu Hang:

"I know."

He asked nonchalantly, "So?"

"......"

Wen Yao's breathing was disorganized and he fell into silence.

Looks like Zhuo Fu was right about that.

-- Mu Hang knows exactly what he is doing and is not prepared to change his plans because of it.

Zhuo Fu stepped forward cautiously and pointed at the black-robed man, suggesting:

"But that was before, now we have this man on our hands now right? He was the one who summoned Shi An to the continent, so he should also know the way to bring him back again ......"

Wen Yao nodded and walked up quickly:

"Zhuo Fu is right, the Blood Moon isn't necessarily the only way-"

Apparently, the black-robed man knew this very well too, and that was why he chose to kill himself after the ritual was completed, for only then would the method of recalling Shi An back into the fold join him in his long sleep, and at that point, Mu Hang would have no choice.

Mu Hang: "Two days left."

"What?" Wen Yao froze.

Zhuo Fu sighed and took over, "...... There are still two days left until the Blood Moon."

Mu Hang: "And the next time?"

Zhuo Fu : "...... four thousand years later."

Wen Yao subconsciously clenched his teeth.

She understood the implication of the other woman's words.

...... If not this time, there will never be another.

As to whether the black-robed man would talk, and whether there would be any way to force him to talk, no one could give a definite answer.

And Mu Hang is not willing to gamble on that possibility.

Mu Hang looked toward Zhuo Fu, his voice low and cold, "Now that you understand, take it out."

A dead silence fell over the Institute for a moment.

Zhuo Fu looked at Wen Yao in silence.

Yes, they knew what Mu Hang had come here to take, and they knew that neither of them, or anyone else in the world, could stop Mu Hang if he wanted to.

Mu Hang was giving them both face now, at least not directly.

Zhuo Fu sighed, walked to the screen and operated a few times on it.

Next to the prison cell holding the black-robed man, another incubator rose from beneath the ground.

A huge, hairy spider was firmly imprisoned within it, all six legs deadlocked, its head crowned with eight terrified black eyes that screamed:

Zhuo Fu half-deadly rolled his eyes and perfunctorily concurred while walking up to open the incubator:

"OK, OK, got it."

He was tired of hearing the same thing every time he called.

The eyelids of the black-robed man shut away twitched, slowly opening his half-blind eyes and looking through the two layers of glass.

Mu Hang steps forward.

Seemingly sensing the aura of danger from the man in front of him, although the confinement on his body had been touched, the spider instead shrank towards the incubator:

Mu Hang's face remained unchanged.

The snowy longsword emerged from his palm, shining with an icy luster in the light.

He raised his hand, the tip of his sword pointing straight at the spider's bloated belly.

In the next second, a strange squeaking and gurgling sound emanated from the spider's throat as it opened its mouthparts and a familiar sound emanated from his mouth:

"Hey, what are you doing to my human?"

The teenager's voice was soft and crisp, with a hint of clear displeasure that echoed through the dead silence of the lab.

Mu Hang was stunned.

"Can I burn it?" The teenager asked.

The next second, the man's low voice rang out, "Don't burn it, it's still useful."

"When the time comes, I'll ask Zhuo Fu to leave it alive so you can burn it yourself."

The entire lab fell into a dead silence.

Spider shrank back and began to play the words Mu Hang had said over and over again:

"Don't burn it, it's still useful."

"Don't burn it, it's still useful."

......

Mu Hang: "......"

I don't know if it was because he had just heard Shi An's voice, but his eyes moved slightly, and his marble-like cold and merciless face looked as if it had softened a little.

In the next second, the sword blade in Mu Hang's palm turned into a point of light and disappeared.

"Since you have the base intelligence to understand human language, you should be able to understand what I'm about to say."

He stepped forward, his silver-white eyelashes drooping slightly as he looked fixedly at the spider in front of him, and said:

"It's fine if I don't kill you, but you'll have to hand over the source of power you devoured in the Dark Mountain Range."

The spider finally stops repeating, it hesitates for a long time and seems to have finally made up its mind.

Immediately after that, it cautiously took several steps forward, and its mouthpiece covered with sharp teeth slowly opened, gradually expanding to an unimaginable size.

The spider's abdomen wriggled twice, and then a cocoon tightly wrapped in spider silk was spat out of its mouthparts.

"No wonder I couldn't separate it so many times before when I tried."

Zhuo Fu crossed his arms in indignation, "So it's this guy who's been playing dumb before!"

After spitting the cocoon out, the spider's form was shrinking at a very rapid rate, and it stole a glance at Zhuo Fu, the eight eyes on its head blinking and looking almost wry.

The sword light swept through, and the white cocoon cracked open in response.

Lying within it was a curled and crumpled wing, dry scales clinging to the wingbone, vaguely visible in its once graceful outline.

Zhuo Fu inhaled a breath of cold air:

"This ...... this?"

Mu Hang retracts his longsword, "Yes, it's a fire dragon's wing."

"and Administration The fire dragon skull below, could it be from the same ......"

"Yes." Mu Hang nodded.

In that moment, memories associated with Shi An came to mind.

The hostility under his eyes calmed for a moment, and he opened his mouth in a rare moment to explain:

"Shi An has said that the soul of a dragon that has been treated in this way will be forever imprisoned on the continent, which is the strongest blasphemy and insult to dragons, and the reason why he made the deal with Administration was to liberate its soul with the dragon flame ...... "

But before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a sharp howl from the side.

The voice was too mournful, too hateful, too ghastly, hardly like any human being could make.

As if cutting through the air like a sharp instrument.

All three of them were stunned and subconsciously turned their heads in the direction from which the voice came.

Inside the incubator, only to see the black-robed man did not know when kneeling on the ground, the whole body is in violent convulsions and trembling, the pair of palms covered with green and black swollen blood vessels distortedly covered in the face above, the long withered white hair spread down, covering his already inhuman body, between the finger gap, a pair of chaotic gray and cloudy blue eyes staring at the dead, viscous black blood little by little from it escaped, drip drip drip drop on the ground. and dripping on the ground.

At this time, Zhuo Fu as if by a blow to the head, the whole person was stunned.

Clues that had once been ignored seemed to all logically connect at this moment.

This program ...... is completely tailored to Mu Hang.

Why was he so sure that Mu Hang would subvert the entire continent for Shi An even though he knew everything, and why did he look forward to death with such anticipation after the ceremony was over.

Zhuo Fu forgot to breathe.

The Mu's, all of them are crazy.