Mustache narrowed his eyes, and the pages in his hand began to turn slowly.
The Zarathul Mysteries arranged in advance in the secret room began to operate crazily, and the inhibitors in the air were also taking effect.
However, the pollution concentration is still rising rapidly, as if it has not been affected in any way.
And all this just because they mentioned that person's name.
——
"That's right."
Han Dong seemed to be aware of the change in pollution concentration. He hesitated for a moment and tried to lead the topic elsewhere.
"Your father entered the industry earlier than you, and he was in the darkest period."
"Darkest times?"
The young man asked with a frown, but did not urge Han Dong to continue talking about Wang Jue.
He also sensed something was wrong nearby.
"Um."
Han Dong nodded and continued to explain to Wang Jin.
"Ghost stories have existed since ancient times, and the organizations that fight against them have never been extinct."
"For example, the Demon Suppressor, the Demon Hunter, or some weird shrines."
Han Dong scratched his head. The two-meter-tall strong man actually knew a lot about these things.
"But their method has always been towards physical suppression, which requires a lot of human lives."
"This kind of primitive method was justifiable a few decades ago. After all, people were hungry and had no extra energy to think wildly."
"But once people are full, they have nothing to do, and more and more weird stories are born from their consciousness."
The strong man motioned to Wang Jin not to sit still, while he ate and talked.
"This situation lasted until more than ten years ago, and human beings have almost no way to deal with strange stories anymore."
Han Dong seemed to have remembered something bad, and the food in his mouth no longer tasted good.
"This period of time is called the darkest period. I have witnessed it with my own eyes."
"Come, eat some food."
The strong man seemed a little dissatisfied with the young man who had been holding the rice bowl without moving, so he took the initiative to give him a piece of meat.
"and after?"
Wang Jin didn't say much, just listened silently.
He had also considered what the ghost talk workers were like back then, but almost everyone kept silent about this period.
It would also be good to know more about it.
"Later..."
Han Dong scratched his head, thought for a moment and then spoke.
"It's terrible when people are pushed into a hurry."
"There is a genius who started researching how to transform humans into monsters. You may have guessed who it is."
"doctor."
Wang Jin nodded and said the name that he had always regarded as a serious problem.
"That's right, he was actually from the company in the beginning."
Han Dong sighed, with some regret in his tone.
"His research has not made much progress. This is because the technology at the time was not enough to check and balance the power of Kaitan."
"Once a transformed person loses control, he will become an even more terrifying monster."
"However, the company has never given up and has not stopped this plan."
"Later, that person appeared."
The moment Han Dong said this, the concentration of pollution in the air began to soar, and he was so scared that he shut his mouth.
"Uncle Han, please continue."
Wang Jin gritted his teeth and tried to use his own inspiration to fight against it.
"hiss…"
Han Dong frowned and spoke quickly.
"He used some method to suppress the activity of ghost stories, and combined with the secret ritual of the command bureau to create something that can be called a miracle."
"Project Dawn."
Tick tock…tick tock…
The viscous liquid dripped slowly, and blood gradually oozed from Wang Jin's mouth and nose.
"With it as a node, the darkest period gradually ends and the dawn period arrives."
"And your father, Wang Jue, became the first experimental subject of Project Dawn."
"puff…"
Wang Jin finally couldn't stop the wave of pollution and spit out blood.
His eyes were bloodshot and his ears were ringing.
This level of pollution is almost like facing an ancient god directly.
And they were just talking about Wang Jue-related things.
"Stop talking."
A calm voice sounded, and Wang Jin saw everything around him changing rapidly.
The colors gradually fade, the lights become dim, and the pollution inhibitors in the air are settling bit by bit.
The entire secret room seemed to have been deprived of contact with the outside world, becoming quiet and strange.
The Great Mystery - "Les Misérables".
"Cough cough cough..."
Wang Jin fell to his knees, his mind seemed to be suddenly filled with all kinds of complicated information.
"Don't come here...don't look for..."
"Forget me..."
"Come to see me."
Crazy and chaotic whispers echoed in his ears, Wang Jin choked violently, and his consciousness slowly dissipated.
It's not fainting, this feeling is...
die.
Light blue mist slowly emerged in front of my eyes, and the gray-white world composed of secret rituals was suddenly torn apart.
The huge figure of the ancient god almost split Wang Jin's head, and his inspiration began to boil.
The dream of death noticed the king who was about to lose his life
Brocade.
"Damn."
Blood slowly flowed from Wang Jin's eyes, and his inspiration was almost completely contaminated.
Han Dong's call completely faded away, and the familiar secret room had disappeared and turned into a thick black ocean.
This is the realm of death dreams.
"I really failed this time."
The young man looked at the blue mist slowly spreading toward him and smiled helplessly.
He didn't expect that things would suddenly develop like this.
Those frantic whispers caused Wang Jin to fall into a state of near-death, and then fell into the arms of the dream of death.
Worst case scenario.
"Wang Jin! Wang Jin!"
A familiar voice came to my ears, and my chest began to slowly become hot.
That was the position where Hu Xiaobei had hugged before.
But this can only provide Wang Jin with a guidepost to return, but it cannot give him the power to escape.
"Abomination!"
The amber light slowly lit up, but it was not worth mentioning in front of the huge will of death.
In front of him was the will of death that had solidified into reality, and they were slowly devouring Wang Jin.
This is the ancient god, the existence above the starry sky.
Human beings are not even ants in front of him.
"Oh shit."
At the last moment of his life, Wang Jin had no fear or panic.
He slowly raised his middle finger to the dream of death.
Just a second before being swallowed, Wang Jin suddenly felt his leg being pulled downwards by someone.
A huge attraction came from under my feet, and the world in front of me was rapidly distorting.
Like sinking into the ocean.
The blue mist spread quickly, seemingly not intending to let this rude young man go.
The blood-red figure suddenly flashed past, blocking the dream of death for an instant.
There was a loud noise behind him, and dark tears flowed uncontrollably from the Eyes of the Ancient God.
The green light lit up, like a light guiding Wang Jin home.
The art of attracting souls is an ability that every fox demon must master.
"Silly boy! Wake up!"
The anxious cry of the little fox came to his ears, but Wang Jin couldn't open his eyes.
The rise and fall of the chest disappeared, but the heart beat rapidly like a drum.
He was suffocated.
Han Dong gritted his teeth and tried to find something suitable to open the young man's trachea.
While Zarathu Mystery is in operation, he cannot condense ice armor.
Broken chopsticks will leave crumbs and become unusable.
There was nothing suitable in the huge secret room.
"Yes!"
The strong man groped for a while and took out a strange-shaped pendant from Wang Jin's pocket.
This is Li Hui's necklace.
Phew!
Fresh air flowed into the lungs, and the young man's condition improved rapidly.