As Wallace asked, Fan Deng showed a question mark on his head.
Fan Deng asked in confusion: "Feng of two points of water? Are you referring to Feng's surname that Feng Fuzhi has two powers related to water?"
Wallace realized something and sighed, "Sorry, I forgot that you are not a trialist, and even if you are a trialist, you may not understand Chinese, so it is normal not to understand my problem.
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Fan Deng said thoughtfully: "Chinese? Are you referring to the special language in the Shenzhou area of the Human race?"
Wallace said: "Shenzhou, the Holy Land, and the Wasteland, correspond to the three major human races. There are many languages in Shenzhou, and Chinese is just one of them. There are many dialects in Chinese, but the words are the same, but the pronunciation is
But it's completely different."
Wallace quickly spoke the same passage in Mandarin and Cantonese respectively.
Seeing Fan Deng's dumbfounded look with his mouth half open, Wallace continued to explain: "I spoke Mandarin before and Cantonese later.
Chinese characters evolved from hieroglyphs, and our translation in this world is transliteration, so I can't be sure if the Feng Fuzhi you are talking about is what I think Feng Fuzhi."
Fan Deng opened his mouth half open and still didn't answer. He felt a little confused.
Wallace said: "Chinese is not that complicated. I learned it after using it for a few days. After all, my brain has undergone some changes after practicing.
You want to ask how the mutant happens?
Actually, I practiced before coming to this world.
This practice has made me unforgettable, and my thinking and computing power have also improved.
But after all, it is the Dharma-Ending World. Looking back now, the effect can be better.”
Wallace said and looked at Fan Deng with an scrutiny gaze. He stretched out his finger and gently pressed Fan Deng's forehead and the back of his head a few times.
Fan Deng subconsciously took a few steps back.
He came to his senses, his face full of confusion, and at the same time he felt nervous.
The Wallace he remembers is not what he is now.
Wallace ignored Fan Deng's confusion and spoke to himself: "Under your conditions, if I help you practice and install an external brain transformation organ for you, it will be between about half a month and a half.
It will be transformed successfully.
Although the time has been slower and may not be as effective as mine, the success rate is still considerable, at least 30%.
Even if you fail, it will only take a few years of headaches, and the probability of going crazy is only about 10%.
Don't worry, under my control, you will go crazy at most and will not be eroded by strange things and become monsters."
Under Wallace's words, Fan Deng retreated repeatedly.
At this moment, he had already thought of escaping.
Fan Deng frowned and said, "Why did you ask me to undergo brain transformation?"
Wallace said for granted: "Of course it allows you to learn Chinese faster. After you learn Chinese, you can tell me if Feng doesn't know Feng, he is Feng of two points."
On Wallace's face, Fan Deng saw a fanatical smile looming.
But when Fan Deng observed carefully, he found that the fanatical expression on Wallace's face had disappeared.
Fan Deng looked at the prophet's body. At this time, the prophet's dead wood container was several meters away from him.
Given Wallace's strength, it was almost impossible for him to take the dead wood container away and then escape.
And even if he successfully escaped, the prophet would not be able to save him.
Yes, at this time he no longer had the chance to choose.
Thinking of this, Fan Deng took a deep breath.
Although Wallace looked abnormal, he at least did not attack him immediately.
Fan Deng said: "Can you tell me why you asked Feng Buzhi's information?"
"Why should I ask, I..." Wallace said in a daze: "You are not qualified to know about this matter yet."
After asking, Fan Deng found that Wallace looked much normal.
Wallace walked to the dead wood container and began to check the prophet's body.
"So that's it." Wallace pinched the dead wood like a skeleton and said, "I just said why I feel so familiar with this thing. It turned out to be a semi-finished product I made back then. Although it can delay the fatal injury through the effect of fake death,
But if the delay time is too long, fake death will become real death.
Actually, now I think about it, I can use the vaccine method.
Inject the withering and demonic vaccine one month in advance, so that the side effects of fake death will be greatly delayed.
It is not realistic to pretend to die for decades, but it can still be done for three or five years.
However, in his condition, it is better to use low-temperature freezing, and then carry out low-temperature transformation."
Wallace said, turning the prophet's eyes open.
At this time, the prophet's eyes had withered, but you could still see that there were no pupils inside the eyes.
Wallace said: "For example, these blind eyes have no meaning to keep them. Other organs in his body are similar and have no value to keep them.
It’s better to just keep your brain and replace it with other parts at that time.
Actually, I suggest changing to a machine.
I don't know if you have heard of it.
The flesh and blood are bitter and weak, and the machinery ascends.
The human body is essentially evolved from single-cell organisms. During the evolution process, many impurity gene fragments have been produced, most of which are useless.
And it is very difficult to modify.
In comparison, you can replace mechanical parts as you want, and you can upgrade them at a lower cost.
This is also the easiest way to achieve immortality that I can think of, which can get rid of the limitations of life.
Some time ago, I arrested some goblins and conducted some research.
The only difficulty is that the adaptability of the soul will cause problems.
It’s nothing to replace other organs, but replacing brain tissue with machinery can easily cause the soul to be damaged or collapse…”
As he spoke, Wallace's mouth suddenly curled up again, and a fanatical expression appeared again.
The feelings that others have gained are ultimately limited.
Wallace suddenly had the idea of studying himself.
Compared to transforming others, why didn’t he change his brain into a mechanical try?
If some results can be studied, he can also report more to Feng Buzhi.
"I seem to have wasted a lot of time over the years!"
Wallace sighed.
His hands did not stop. During the process of thinking, he had reversely stimulated the dead wood container and treated the prophet.
The prophet's body returned to normal from its withered state, and Wallace successively took out more than a dozen tubes of medicine and injected it into the prophet's body.
Then when Wallace injected the thirteenth injection, accompanied by a violent twitch, Wallace's flesh and blood surged wildly.
After that, Wallace suddenly spitted out a mouthful of blood, and at the same time, a slight explosion occurred in his chest, and his entire white coat was dyed red.
Looking at Fan Deng, who looked surprised and worried, Wallace explained with a smile: "It seems that my practice over the years has been too lazy.
Don't worry, this is the strange movement of the "demon blood" in my body.
It doesn't want me to transform into a machine. In its opinion, my body becomes a machine and it has no meaning of existence.
In fact, its idea is too narrow, and its strange nature can actually be changed. Then it can be transformed. "Demon Blood" can be transformed into "Demon Iron"..."