Shi Dongjin was lying on the test bench. He had just cooperated with a series of research, blood drawing, scanning, and even soul detection.

Fang Mu looked at the data tested by Shi Dongjin. Shi Dongjin, who seemed to have only one head left, was actually complete in his soul. Countless evil spirits filled his soul's hands, feet, and torso. He was no longer a person, but a monster.

These souls were entangled with his head, and roared with grievances all the time, as if they were greedy for death and blood.

Ordinary people cannot even stay with Shi Dongjin for more than half an hour, otherwise they will be affected by his negative energy, causing severe fear and illusions, and may even be plagued by depression for a period of time.

Fang Mu recorded the data analysis on the tester expressionlessly and calculated more extension directions, without any fear of the conclusion he had drawn, as if this was just an irrelevant conclusion.

In the sterile room, Shi Dongjin sat up with his silicone body under control. His head, which had just been pulled out by a robot, hung up in the air and took it back on his own.

Fang Mu glanced at it, then continued to do his own notes and calculations, and said casually: "No matter how many times you read it, it feels very magical. With just one head, you are still alive, and the water bear is not as good as the vitality of your head."

"I don't know much. This probably needs your scientists to explore." Shi Dongjin laughed, his head accidentally tilted and stuck there.

Fang Mu: "Your brain activity is far more than that of any living person, and the cells are not necrotic. With your current brain state, living for three to five hundred years is not a problem, and you don't even need to eat. But I like to study dead things, and I don't like to study immortal things. You should explore it yourself, I'm not available."

Shi Dongjin straightened his slightly crooked head. At the rejection of Fang Mu, he smiled and said, "This... we have similar interests."

Shi Dongjin got up from the test bench and as he walked, his feet suddenly flattened. A pale human face suddenly swallowed his silicone foot, and a pair of terrifying grimaces appeared on his ankle. Shi Dongjin suddenly lost one foot and almost staggered and fell down.

Shi Dongjin quickly controlled his silicone body, shook his ankle, and threw away the evil ghost in his body who was messing with him. The silicone feet were thrown out, but it seemed that some of the joints made of alloy were misaligned. Shi Dongjin shook his head worriedly, and sat on the operating table to correct the bones for himself.

Fang Mu glanced at Dong Jin's abnormality and took out a pen to write something on the small notebook. He said kindly: "Do you want to create a new body for you? Your silicone body seems to be delayed a little high, and it is not too much trouble."

Shi Dongjin happily agreed and expressed his gratitude to Fang Mu's humanitarian spirit.

Seeing that Fang Mu had been focusing on his work, Shi Dongjin suddenly smiled and said, "Director Fang, there is something interesting recently. Do you want to participate?"

Fang Mu's current experiments have reached a critical moment, but he has no free time.

However, Fang Mu was still interested in the interestingness of people like Shi Dongjin.

Fang Mu continued to write notes, and asked without raising his head, "What's the matter?"

"On the Qingyue Mountain, the two good and evil ways of the Chinese Xuanmen seem to have started fighting. Haha, the fight is so dark, it's so wonderful." Shi Dongjin said the news he just received, and said in an admiration, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

Fang Mu: "Aren't you from the evil Chinese Xuanmen?"

"I am studying abroad and have a mess of skills. I want to play with them, but they ignore me." At the same time, Shi Dongjin also expressed his understanding of this, "Of course, it may be because I have too much reputation and they feel a little ashamed of themselves."

Fang Mu paused for a moment: "...the reputation of a woman's friend?"

Shi Dongjin nodded with a smile.

Seeing that he was quite content with this, Fang Mu was speechless.

These days, Shi Dongjin has lived in the research institute to cooperate with him in the experiment. He never forgot to take time to receive female guests. He tirelessly helped some women curse unfaithful men and rapists. His technique was vicious and fierce. Every time he cursed one, he would be happy for a long time with a smile, and he didn't know what his hobby was.

Fang Mu felt that Shi Dongjin liked to kill, but he had his own set of behavioral constraints.

"Qingyue Mountain..." Fang Mu suddenly asked Shi Dongjin, thinking of this familiar name, "What does this mountain have to do with Qingyue Temple?"

"Do you know Qing Yue Temple?" Shi Dongjin's face became a little strange for a moment.

Fang Mu said "Yes": "I have seen it in Huicheng, and it is also available on the Internet."

Fang Mu was still writing and drawing without raising his head. Some data symbols that he couldn't understand were circulating quickly under his pen, as if they were printed out by a printer, without any pause or hesitation.

Fang Mu seemed to have just mentioned Qing Yueguan inadvertently, but after looking closely, he could find that his ears had already risen.

Shi Dongjin: "Qingyue Temple is a Taoist temple on Qingyue Mountain and a sect in Xuanmen. It is said that they are proficient in the art of corpse driving and are called the Corpse Refining Sect by outsiders. However, now Qingyue Mountain and the Taoist temple on the top have been blown up, and the entire mountain is gone. I guess they have moved to Huicheng you have seen now."

"It's thorny", Fang Mu pointed out that the tip of the pen was derailed, almost smashing the paper on the small notebook.

The smooth record stopped, Fang Mu finally looked up at Shi Dongjin and asked expressionlessly: "...blasted? Why?"

Shi Dongjin glanced at Fang Mu. This guy had a paralysis face, but his eyes were very emotional, which made it easy to tell whether he was happy or unhappy. Now he was obviously unhappy and very unhappy.

Shi Dongjin knew that Fang Mu was a little moody. He heard from the people in the institute that he would be angry for a long time even if he had a dream, and said without caring: "There are a bunch of zombies at the foot of Qingyue Mountain. The righteous way naturally wants to kill demons and eliminate demons. Actually, I am still very interested in zombies. Haha, if it wasn't for being blown away, I would still want to dig two in my spare time and change my head to a zombie body, which is harder than silicone."

As he said that, Shi Dongjin twisted his neck regretfully, and the interface that did not fit the silicone and his head made a giggle.

Fang Mu slowly put away his small notebook, stopped his pen, and asked Shi Dongjin: "Why are they fighting now?"

Shi Dongjin: "The evil way wants to sneak into Qingyue Mountain to dig treasures. The righteous way is unwilling to do so, because they are afraid that they will really dig something out, so they will naturally fight."

Fang Mu asked expressionlessly: "Isn't that something from Qing Yueguan? What qualifications do they have to dig?"

"It's theirs who are snatched. Even if they are qualified to dig, the righteous path will not allow him to dig, and they can only steal it." As he said that, Shi Dongjin laughed again, and then he obviously found that Fang Mu was even more angry.

It seems that Fang Mu and Fang Shanshui have a good relationship.

Shi Dongjin thought with a smile, thinking that it would be better not to think about starting Fang Shanshui when he was looking for a voice.

Fang Mu: "I'm going to Qingyue Mountain. Do you know the location?"

Fang Mu's words interrupted Shi Dongjin's thoughts.

Shi Dongjin didn't expect Fang Mu to really go, what should he do?

Shi Dongjin: "Director Fang, do you also want to dig a few zombies to study?"

Fang Mu said "yes" without answering Shi Dongjin's words, not knowing what he was thinking.

Shi Dongjin thought he had agreed and immediately laughed and said he wanted to lead the way: "It's just right, we can take advantage of the current situation. When will we set out?"

Fang Mu refused and said slowly: "Just tell me the location, I need to prepare well."

Preparation naturally requires preparation, but Fang Mu's word "good" made Shi Dongjin feel something wrong inexplicably. He glanced at Fang Mu with a blank expression in his face, but now he could not see any secret emotions from Fang Mu's face.

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After receiving the news from the weasel, Fang Shanshui made some preparations and took the train with the weasel the next day.

The 18th-tier city next to Xiangcheng did not have a direct high-speed train, and Yuanpei did not allow Fang Shanshui to go to Xiangcheng. He had to take a detour and take a bus. It took a full eight hours to finally avoid the high-risk area mentioned by Yuanpei and reach his destination.

Without taking a break, Fang Shanshui followed the short old man and the others into the mountain and found a place where they dug the tunnel.

It was a short hole wrapped in vines, which looked very inconspicuous. Fang Shanshui had to squat down to get in.

There were several weasels guarding outside. When these weasels who could not speak, they jumped out of the tree and bowed.

The short old man stepped forward and asked, and when he came back, the other party translated: "There was a quiet place last night. It seemed that there was an important person on the zombie monster who was injured. Maybe they gave up like that. Now they still have to wait a long time to dig through. Should we wait?"

Fang Shanshui was not so relieved, and even the ominous feeling became heavier. He always felt that this was the tranquility before the storm: "No, go in now and wait when you arrive at Qingyue Mountain."

Fang Shanshui felt that he had entered the tunnel they dug. Although the tunnel had not been completely dug, Fang Shanshui had already set off first. The time he had arrived at Qingyue Mountain from the tunnel was probably enough for the weasels to dig it.

The short old man: "The air in the passage is thin, can you hold on? I originally wanted to wait until the younger ones dig through and help you get more ventilation ports."

Fang Shanshui nodded and expressed his problem. With his current state, it is relatively easy to maintain his turtle breathing state for a period of time.

The short old man didn't persuade him anymore and led the way.

Before leaving, the figure master who was gnawing on his snacks on his shoulder poured out some of his snacks and distributed them to the weasels guarding the door, as if giving them tips.

The weasels suddenly started to chirp happily.

Fang Shanshui squatted into the cave and moved for a while before the passage became spacious.

This time, Fang Shanshui wanted to carry his master's body out of the mountains. Naturally, he could not leave the body, but went there in his true body. He got used to using Yin Shen to run around. Fang Shanshui couldn't help feeling that all aspects were very troublesome, so his speed could not catch up with Yin Shen.

The tunnel was deep and long. In order to take care of Fang Shanshui's convenience of access, the weasels dug the tunnel enough for two or three people to pass through. I don't know where the digging soil was pulled.

The deeper you go into the tunnel, the thinner the air becomes. Fang Shanshui adjusted his breath for a while, gradually adapted to it, and then quickly started the road.

In addition to the figure master, there is also the heart of the tree god in the palm of Fang Shanshui.

The dozen or so living souls sent out later finally returned only the two golden lights of merit. Fang Shanshui still failed to get what he wanted and could not peel off the heart of the tree god from his palm before digging, so he had to give up.

The figure master and Shishi, while sitting on Fang Shanshui's shoulder, shared snacks, and from time to time, they floated to the tree species in Fang Shanshui's palm, blowing breaths to prevent this thing from consuming true energy. Fang Shanshui, who was rushing to make trouble with his light skills.

However, Fang Shanshui expressed helplessness towards this kind of consideration.

It's really itchy.

Fang Shanshui tried hard to calm down, and under the torture of the strange itch that penetrated his soul, he kept raising his breath and running without hesitation.

Slowly, Fang Shanshui seemed to have entered a rhythm, and his body became lighter and lighter. He forgot the time and the others, and only the deep and bottomless road ahead.

Fang Shanshui was so fast that his figure left many phantoms, as if he didn't have to step on the ground, and he would immediately separate when he touched it lightly, as if he turned into a slight mist.

Fang Shanshui's current state is gradually becoming more and more similar to the Yin Shen state. Fang Shanshui even a little forgets that he is rushing with his true body, forgetting the situation around him, and immersing himself in that specious state of tranquility.

The weasels who were leading the way were quickly surpassed by Fang Shanshui and chased them from behind so much that they almost broke their legs.

The figure master and the figure master were sitting on Fang Shanshui's shoulders, pulling Fang Shanshui's hair, and were thrown around, but they seemed to be swinging or performing acrobatics. While swinging, they had not given up eating their own snacks, and they seemed to be quite happy.

I don’t know how long it took, but it seemed like I had entered a state of meditation while running, and I didn’t know exactly where I was. The true qi was still exhausted under the uninterrupted consumption of tree species and light skills.

"Here! Huaiyun Town has arrived! Qingyue Mountain is coming soon. My friend, slow down, slow down, take a break. You are running too fast, and the front must have not been dug yet." The weasels who were chasing the weasels who were about to die were almost exhausted and cried. After finding that they arrived in Huaiyun Town, they immediately shouted to Fang Shanshui in front of them in a voice that was about to die.

Fang Shanshui was interrupted by his state, and his body with the shadow stopped immediately and escaped from his inexplicable state just now.

On Fang Shanshui's shoulder, the figure master and Jixian were pulling a few strands of hair in the strong wind. As Fang Shanshui's movements fell gently, he suddenly changed from a wind-like figure to two quiet little beautiful men.

Although I had just arrived in Huaiyun Town, Fang Shanshui could already hear the squeaking sound of weasels in front, and the sound of soil particles rolling when digging quickly. Although I can't see it yet, Fang Shanshui could already feel that there were many weasels in front, with a large number, which seemed to be crowded with the passage, and he was not in a hurry to pass.

After agreeing to the short old man's proposal to rest, Fang Shanshui meditated and checked his condition. However, the next moment, Fang Shanshui unexpectedly opened his eyes. The true energy in his body was not consumed much, but instead felt like it was about to overflow.

Fang Shanshui felt that his condition was surprisingly good.

Fang Shanshui: "How long have we been running?"
To be continued...