Chapter 1862 Experiment No. 117

"On the fifth day of the first ten days of the Spring Festival Month in the 6563rd year of the Southern Region New Calendar."

"Hahaha! As expected, as expected! I succeeded! Experiment No. 117 succeeded!"

A long string of words full of self-emotion, combined with the increasingly exaggerated cursive words, outlined a sense of madness on the parchment.

Anger looked at the words, speechless. All the curiosity and urgency in his heart seemed to be poured with a basin of cold water. The crazy cursive words on it also seemed to turn into a mocking expression.

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

Also, wasn't the previous article still in the Resurrection Month? How come it suddenly jumped to the Spring Festival Month? Has Tizarro been immersed in Experiment No. 117 for the past two months?

Anger turned the notebook to the back cover, which was empty without any words.

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

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

Perhaps, it was not that he ignored it, but there were some things that Tizarro did not record in the notebook.

Angel sighed, threw the notebook aside, and looked at the two leather scrolls next to it - "Tizarro Experiment Record No. 117" Volumes I and II.

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

With this purpose, Angel decided to open the leather scroll and take a look.

Half an hour later.

Angel rubbed his swollen temples and raised his head from his desk. His expression was disappointed. There was no record of any hidden room in these two leather scrolls. It was just an experimental record.

This experiment was not within Angel's current knowledge range, so he had a hard time reading it. Half an hour of reading consumed as much energy as reading a book for half a day in the past.

When he finished reading the last word, Angel could feel dizzy.

After a long rest, the discomfort was slowly relieved.

After coming back to his senses, Angell glanced at the two leather scrolls on the table again, with a hint of complexity in his eyes.

Experiment No. 117 was a cultivation experiment of mycelium bombs.

Tizarro was cultivating a kind of mycelium that could parasitize organisms. This mycelium could mobilize all the blood and qi in the organisms, and finally produce a terrifying explosion. This is the so-called mycelium bomb.

When Angell saw the overview of this experiment, he felt very familiar. Thinking carefully, isn't this very similar to the blood of the parasol insect?

The blood of the parasol insect is the so-called "one-time blood". After activating the blood, death is inevitable. And people who are injected with this blood are also called substitute puppets, that is, the so-called dead soldiers, who hurt the enemy at the cost of self-destruction.

Baruba was injected with this blood.

Angell was a little suspicious. Would this mycelium bomb of Tizarro be related to the blood of the parasol insect?

Angel thought for a moment, then shook his head and threw these redundant thoughts aside. Whether the mycelium bombs were related to the blood of the parasol insects was none of his business.

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

After all, Angel was going to stay in the ruins temporarily. If there was really a hidden room, he still hoped to find it in case of danger.

Since Tizarro did not mention the hidden room, Angel planned to find it himself.

For more than an hour, Angel began to use his mental tentacles to explore the entire ruins. But the final result was still very unsatisfactory.

There were no activatable mechanisms on the lower three floors of the ruins. Under the mental tentacles, everything was clear.

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

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

Angel thought about it and felt that it was right.

When Tizarro moved in, he was a second-level True Knowledge Wizard. With his level, he didn't find the hidden room. How could he find it so easily?

Moreover, there is another key question. Does the so-called hidden room exist? This is actually a question.

Maybe Tizarro just mentioned it casually in his notebook. Judging from his indifference later, he might just be suspicious at the time.

When Angel thought about it, he had already walked to the entrance of the corridor, which was also the gate of the ruins.

Angel thought about it, stretched out his hand and pushed the gate open.

Outside the door was the night of the Pamigi Plateau.

The thin snowfield, under the starry night, reflected a faint light. It looked less wild than in the daytime, and more gentle at night.

Angel walked out of the ruins and moved his eyes to the withered stump at the door.

He flicked his sleeves lightly, and the illusion covering the surroundings disappeared. The withered stump recovered into a lush tree five meters high at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Since there were no clues in the ruins, Angel planned to ask the tree spirit.

After all, it was the tree spirit that gave him the "Tizarro Experiment No. 117 Record (Volume 1)", so he must know the existence of the second volume and must know about Tizarro's notes.

So does the tree spirit know the situation of this hidden room?

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

The tree did not react at first. About a minute later, the leaves began to sway without wind, and each leaf began to emit a green light.

These light spots slowly merged together, and finally turned into a green light.

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

"Good night, Lord Tree Spirit." When the eyes of the tree spirit in the light began to move, Angel gently lowered his head to greet.

After the tree spirit appeared, it stretched and leaned against the tree trunk: "There are still three hours before the morning star rises. It's better to say good morning than good night."

Angel seemed not to hear the tree spirit's hidden meaning, and said: "Good morning."

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

Tree spirit: "Tell me, what do you want to talk to me about?"

"There are indeed some things, but they are not very important." Angel did not express his doubts at the first time, but asked about another thing: "Does the tree spirit look in a good mood?"

Although the tree spirit showed the look of "I am very busy, you disturbed me so late" as soon as it appeared, but Angel could see that there seemed to be a hint of joy between the tree spirit's eyebrows, which was completely different from the situation during the day.

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

"Is it because of... the tea party?"

The tree spirit did not hide it and nodded and said, "It is indeed related to the tea party."

Angel: "Is Lianna not going to open a special tea party space?"

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