92: King of the White Tower (Part 14)_1
Indeed, it still seemed a bit forced to pull off such a stunt right now.
Standing at the laboratory’s main entrance, Fu Qian could still feel the tearing sensation in his right hand.
Just now, forcefully unleashing the Biochemical Demon Arm had placed an even heavier burden on his body than transforming the day before.
Fortunately, this time it only lasted a moment, and had not reached the point of losing Sanity.
Even so, such overdrawn damage was not something that could be solved by simply cutting it off and regrowing it.
But as long as it achieved the desired effect, it was worth it.
Transforming his arm into a tentacle, Fu Qian indeed did it for the sake of the show, but the intent was not to scare people.
This terrifying method of attack, combined with the stains on his arm, should have been enough to mislead Yibu.
The next opportunity would come and go in a flash.
“Open the door,”
Fu Qian said, looking at the Guard coming up to the door.
It had to be said that taking on Lu Ming’s face was no easy feat, with some details hard to nail down.
Fortunately, the Guard didn’t dare to look too closely and quickly unlocked the door.
Following the memories he had, Fu Qian moved swiftly through the laboratory.
It was probably due to the competition that there were even fewer people around than when he had come the day before.
Since he was not the real Lu Ming, the numerous security doors inside were not so easy to open.
Fu Qian had prepared for this, with an Air Bullet arriving before him at every door.
For a time, alarms sounded everywhere he went.
Amidst the hustle and bustle, he could confirm that a large number of Guards were rushing over.
Fu Qian didn’t care about that at all and passed through door after door expressionlessly, heading downward.
Soon, the dazzling array of material storage appeared before him.
Ignoring the plethora of surrounding items, Fu Qian walked straight in, finding the box from the day before.
He pulled it open, and the pale blue tentacle reappeared in front of him, even seeming a bit agitated at the sight of Fu Qian.
Fu Qian raised his hand, and the marks on his right hand had already spread to his shoulder, seemingly resonating faintly with the tentacle.
Fu Qian closed the box again, and before he could make any other move, he suddenly heard the sound of shattering Crystal by his ear.
Innumerable crystalline icicles rose from the ground, sweeping through the entire room in an instant, and began to grow wildly.
In less than two seconds, Fu Qian’s lower body was encased by a mass of sharp ice spears.
“To be honest, I am very disappointed,”
a familiar voice came from behind. Lu Ming, wearing a wide gray robe, walked in.
On his right hand, the Blasphemous Fire was already brewing, with the opened maw aimed in this direction.
“I thought we were like-minded individuals with a shared vision, but it turns out you have ulterior motives as well. Luckily, I’ve had them keep a close watch on you the whole time.”
“Where do you plan to take the tentacle? Wouldn’t it be better to continue our cooperation according to the plan we discussed?
Why can’t you wait even a little while longer?”
“You can save that nonsense for the naïve kids,”
Fu Qian retorted, looking back at Lu Ming.
“I stopped believing in pies falling from the sky when I was in elementary school. Did you really plan to give me a chance to become a Demigod?
Weren’t I just another tester in your plan?”
Clap clap clap!
“You’re not stupid at all!”
Lu Ming applauded while making a face of admiration.
“Indeed, you are a perfect test subject, and also the final step in our experiment.”
“In fact, just now, if you hadn’t tried to take the thing away, but merely touched it, we would not have intervened at all, but rather watched to see what would happen.”
Us.
Fu Qian turned around to look at the corner of the warehouse, the place from where the Ice Crystal had come.
There stood an emaciated old man with white hair and beard, his right hand a deformed beak similar to Lu Ming’s, only enveloped in a layer of frost.
The object on the ground was his doing.
“Let me guess, he’s also a member of the Rebirth Club?”
“Yes, you can call him Kikuchi. After all, I’m not confident about taking you on alone.”
Lu Ming smiled.