Pirated Immortals in the World of Spirit Weapons

Chapter 79 Giant Black Sphere! Abnormal Analysis Speed!

Inside the hall.

Zhu Que witnessed a scene that sent chills down his spine.

The entire hall has been transformed into a bizarre "exhibition hall".

On the left side of the entire wall, there were rows of shriveled human figures hanging.

Their expressions were numb, their eyes vacant, and their bodies were connected to many tubes, constantly being infused with fluids and having blood drawn out.

They couldn't scream, only occasionally letting out low, hoarse gasps.

"..."

This scene made Zhu Que feel uncomfortable, because he could tell that these people were all fifth-class citizens with physical deformities.

This made him uncontrollably think of himself...

"Brother Huo, it's been a long time."

Old Meng remained calm, as if he were used to all of this, and grinned at a bearded man.

Zhu Que looked towards the center of the hall.

The man Meng called "Brother Fire" was a gaunt man.

His eyes were glazed over, his pupils unfocused, as if he had just taken something, and he wore a sickly, delirious smile.

"Meng...Meng Meng Yu, what brings you here today?"

"Isn't the Black Lotus Guild recruiting experts in magical artifacts? I recommend that individuals apply," Boss Meng said with a smile.

"Is it him?"

Huo Ge tilted his head, his dazed gaze fixed on Zhu Que.

"Yes."

Meng Laoda stepped forward, pretending to casually block Zhu Que's path, and changed the subject, asking:

"Brother Huo, you look so comfortable, have you got some new stuff lately?"

"What new stuff? Just... just..."

Huo Ge stammered, sneezed, and grinned, "It's just a modified version of some old stuff."

Zhu Que was secretly surprised. This Brother Huo seemed to be a high-ranking member of the Black Lotus Guild, so how could he be a drug addict?

"Where's Butcher Brother?" Boss Meng asked.

"He...he was just here..."

Huo Ge glanced around, then pointed at Zhu Que, "Look, isn't he here?"

Zhu Que turned around and saw a burly man enter the gate. The man's appearance startled him.

He had seen this person before.

This man had a third eye on his forehead; he was the leader of the bandits in the magical artifact robbery case!

The robbery was indeed committed by the Black Lotus Guild...

Zhu Que was not surprised at all, and even had a feeling of "I knew it".

"damn it!"

The butcher grumbled, "Keeping me locked up in this lousy manor every day, doing all this mundane chores, I'm going crazy from being cooped up like this."

"Butcher, I've brought someone to sign up for researching magical artifacts."

Boss Meng immediately went to greet him respectfully.

"Register? It's him?"

Butcher Brother glanced at Zhu Que.

"Yes, he is that..."

"No need for introductions, the person you recommended is definitely fine."

Whether he trusted Boss Meng or was simply too lazy to listen to her nagging, Butcher Brother waved his hand impatiently.

Then, Zhu Que followed him into the next room.

Butcher Bro roughly rummaged through a pile of messy documents, seemingly extremely agitated.

Zhu Que figured it out.

He probably messed up the last robbery. Although he escaped the police, the Black Lotus Guild put him in the manor.

They are only allowed to do trivial tasks every day, and even the right to move freely has been taken away from them.

"But then again, it seems I was indirectly responsible for sabotaging that robbery..."

Zhu Que thought to himself.

"Look, this one..."

Butcher Brother pulled a piece of paper from a stack of documents and handed it to Zhu Que in an impatient tone.

"Sign here and drip your blood."

"A drop of blood?"

"Confidentiality Agreement"

Butcher snorted coldly and said, "If you dare to leak this information, we'll use this to hold you accountable."

Zhu Que read it carefully once.

The paper looked ordinary, but it faintly shimmered with spiritual patterns, making it a confidential agreement with a spiritual contract.

There seems to be no problem with the text content.

Zhu Que glanced at Boss Meng.

Boss Meng nodded calmly.

Zhu Que picked up his pen and signed "Li Chuan," then lightly traced a line with his fingertip, and a drop of blood fell onto the paper.

next moment.

The blood was absorbed by the paper and quickly seeped into it.

A barely perceptible light shone on the paper, spiritual patterns appeared and disappeared, and a wave of energy spread outwards.

"Alright, the confidentiality agreement is in effect."

Butcher muttered, "Remember, don't leak this, or I'll chop you into eight pieces."

"clear."

Zhu Que nodded slightly.

"The research site is in Building 13."

Butcher Bro casually said, "Go out this door, turn left at the end, then turn right, and that white building is it."

As he spoke, he tossed a metal nameplate to Zhu Que, "You can go in with this nameplate."

Zhu Que accepted the plaque and headed to Building 13 with Boss Meng.

Not long after the two left, Tang Dongfang, the manager of the Sixth Garbage Dump, appeared in the hall.

"Brother Huo, I'm here."

Tang Dongfang approached Brother Huo with a fawning expression.

"Has the stuff arrived?"

Huo Ge looked at him with a dazed expression.

"We've arrived! Here you are!"

Tang Dongfang quickly handed the items over.

"Oh my!"

Huo Ge's eyes lit up, his emotions instantly rising. He reached out and hugged Tang Dongfang, laughing loudly, "It really is a new gadget! I knew I hadn't misjudged you!"

"Brother Huo, you helped me get things done, so I certainly can't let you down."

Tang Dongfang smiled ingratiatingly, bending even lower.

……

Building No. 13.

Because only Zhu Que was wearing a name tag, Meng Laoda was stopped at the door.

"Go inside." Boss Meng gently pinched Zhu Que's arm. "I'll wait for you in the car."

Zhu Que immediately understood, nodded slightly, and entered Building 13.

Once inside, he was guided by a specialist down the passage to the underground research institute.

When he stepped into the research institute.

Immediately, I saw the huge black sphere placed in the center.

Zhu Que's breath hitched. This was a component of that enormous spiritual artifact, and now he could observe and analyze it up close.

He went down the stairs.

Dozens of figures could be seen around the black ball.

Each person wore a nameplate on their chest, clearly indicating that they were all "spiritual artifact experts" recruited by the Black Lotus Guild.

When he approached, no one gave him a second glance; everyone was engrossed in their own research.

Zhu Que stood in front of the black ball, just raising his hand to touch it.

suddenly.

A familiar, utterly bewildered voice came from the side:

"Strange, really strange, this magical artifact is just too strange."

What is that sound?

Zhu Que was slightly taken aback. He turned his head and saw a face that was extremely familiar to him.

Song Wugui!

Zhu Que was slightly taken aback when he saw Song Wugui, but he didn't find it strange.

After all, the Xilan Research Institute is specifically dedicated to the research of magical artifacts.

It's quite normal for the Black Lotus Guild to send people to the Xilan Research Institute when they recruit artifact experts to study the Black Sphere.

Based on Zhu Que's understanding of Song Wugui, he most likely volunteered to come.

Song Wugui stared at the testing instrument, his brows furrowed, and asked in confusion, "What exactly is the effect of this magical artifact?"

Zhu Que ignored Song Wugui.

His identity, physique, and appearance have all changed, so it's impossible for him to greet Song Wugui and expose himself.

He looked back at the huge black sphere.

If this thing is indeed a component of a super-large spiritual artifact, then it certainly has no effect on itself, just like the "banner of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner".

Zhu Que raised his hand and reached out towards the giant black sphere.

"Hey, newbie."

Just then, a magical artifact expert nearby noticed his actions and kindly offered a reminder.

"Just a heads up, don't touch this thing lightly, or it can harm your health."

"Is there any damage?"

Zhu Que was slightly taken aback, but his movements did not stop.

His ability requires contact to take effect, even if it causes damage, he has to grit his teeth and touch it anyway.

He reached out and touched the giant black sphere.

next moment.

Zhu Que's body jolted violently.

A cold and eerie power suddenly surged out from the black sphere and entered his body along his arm.

The power was not like spiritual energy, but rather like an extremely unusual electric current, flowing through his meridians and nerves.

Followed by.

Twisted, tadpole-like characters appeared before his eyes, indicating the progress of the analysis of the super-large spiritual artifact.

however.

The progress of this analysis is clearly not right.

The progress bar, which should have been moving incredibly slowly, was now going out of control, with the numbers climbing wildly upwards!

[Current parsing progress: 0.05451%……0.08451%……0.11451%……]

What's going on??

Can the parsing progress increase by 0.03% per second?

What an incredible processing speed!

This speed is many times faster than before!

Zhu Que found it hard to believe.

In just a few dozen seconds, the analysis progress surged to an astonishing number right before his eyes—

1%!