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Chapter 29 The Third Born Demon Seed?
Zhu Que glanced at the business card in his hand, his gaze lingered for a few seconds, and then casually put it away.
If Song Wugui is indeed a born demon, then the question arises—
As a senior high school student at No. 2 High School, he must have undergone testing and evaluation. Why didn't he test positive?
Two guesses immediately came to Zhu Que's mind.
First, either his judgment was flawed.
Song Wugui was not born with a demonic seed at all; he was simply uncomfortable with Zheng Yuanbai's miserable situation.
Secondly, Song Wugui is indeed a born demon, but he possesses a method that can deceive the testing and evaluation.
Thinking about this...
Zhu Que felt a sudden surge of restlessness.
Being born a demon is like being a ticking time bomb.
If it is indeed the latter, he must master this method of deceiving the testing and evaluation, no matter what!
Zhu Que remained outwardly calm, silently suppressing his emotions, and thought to himself, "I must find an opportunity to approach and test him."
Then.
Inside the hall.
Su Zhen publicly commended Chu Luo for providing crucial clues, and then she left with two police officers.
Zhu Que chatted with Song Wugui for a while as if nothing had happened, and did not detect anything unusual in his words and actions.
night.
The banquet ended, and the crowd gradually dispersed.
Zhu Que followed the drunken Tang Ke back to the Sixth Garbage Dump.
In the area of discarded and damaged items, he searched for some items that met his requirements for imitation, and then went straight to the Hope Self-Cultivation Center.
The next day, in the evening.
After finishing his work, Zhu Que hastily ate dinner and handed over the twenty counterfeit pistols to Wu Qing at the agreed location.
He then took the business card to the Xilan Research Institute.
The Xilan Research Institute is located on the edge of Jinfeng Town.
It was an old building with mottled exterior walls and dark red rust, looking completely unrelated to "high-end research".
The area in front of the research institute was bustling with activity, as many people had gathered there.
Zhu Que asked around and found that they were all there to sign up as volunteer experimenters, and almost all of them were from the fifth class.
Zhu Que looked around and quickly spotted Song Wugui. He immediately went over to greet him.
"Hey, Brother Song?"
"Brother, you've arrived."
When Song Wugui saw him, he immediately smiled warmly and patted him on the shoulder.
Zhu Que then asked, "Brother Song, what exactly is this magical artifact experiment? If I sign up, what do I need to do?"
Song Wugui was happy to talk about this, and his tone became more excited.
"Simply put, we studied a time-series secret realm pod by analyzing the unified characteristics of the various secret realms."
"Once you enter it, you will be separated from the real world and enter a chaotic and illusory strange space."
"In that space, time flows five times slower than in reality!"
"The flow of time?"
Zhu Que was slightly taken aback, and asked in surprise, "Your research institute is that amazing? You can actually research and create time-related magical artifacts?!"
"Hey, we actually took a shortcut, we just imitated the underlying structure of the Mysterious Realm of the Heavens."
Song Wugui waved his hand, his tone seemingly very humble, but he couldn't hide the smugness in his eyes.
"However, our Time-Sequence Secret Realm pod doesn't require fulfilling certain conditions to exit, unlike a secret realm."
"Once you're inside, you can leave anytime you want."
"So..." Zhu Que asked, "Your initial motivation for researching this magical artifact was for cultivation?"
"That's right! It's cultivation!"
Song Wugui nodded immediately, appearing somewhat excited, his eyes gleaming with a strange light:
"Think about it—if you cultivate in the spiritual artifact space, because time flows five times slower inside, it's equivalent to you cultivating for a whole day inside while less than five hours have passed outside!"
"Isn't that a five-fold increase in cultivation efficiency? Five times!!"
"Oh……"
Zhu Que remained unaffected by his emotions and calmly asked, "What are the negative effects of using this magical artifact?"
Since they need to spend money to recruit volunteer test subjects, it means that this magical artifact is not perfect at present.
If it were truly a "cultivation artifact" without any hidden dangers, it wouldn't be a chance for fifth-class people like them to participate.
Even with paid participation, countless people still flock to it.
"Hehe, of course there is a little bit of negative impact."
Song Wugui scratched his head and said casually:
"Within the spiritual artifact space, you will be constantly disturbed by demonic sounds. Over time, this will affect your mental state. In severe cases, you may suffer from demonic possession, which will affect the stability of your Dao heart."
"Understood."
Zhu Que nodded slightly, not surprised at all.
Although Song Wugui spoke of it casually, this "demonic sound disturbance" was definitely not that simple.
If it truly leads to demonic possession and affects the stability of one's Dao heart, the negative impact will definitely not be just "a little bit".
For cultivators, the stability of their Dao heart is extremely important. Once there is a negative fluctuation, inner demons will take advantage of the situation.
At best, one's cultivation will stagnate; at worst, one's body will explode and one will die.
Moreover, the stability of one's Dao heart is the most difficult statistic to improve.
Once the stability of one's Dao heart declines, it requires far more effort and money than ordinary people to recover, and one must even bear the risk of failure.
Zhu Que was perfectly aware of this.
This is why Song Wugui and his group couldn't recruit "legitimate cultivators".
There are hardly any serious cultivators who would gamble their Dao heart stability on such an unreliable experiment.
They can only recruit some people with shallow cultivation foundations who are unwilling to accept their fate and fantasize about rewriting their destiny through unorthodox methods.
Song Wugui asked, "Brother, have you signed up?"
Zhu Que shook his head and said, "Not yet."
"Then hurry up and sign up!"
Song Wugui naturally reached out and pulled Zhu Que toward the registration area.
"Giving it a try won't hurt. I guarantee there's no danger to your life, and you can quit anytime."
As he spoke, he deliberately lowered his voice and held up three fingers.
"Since we know each other, I can give you this amount as payment: 300 spirit coins for every half hour you persist."
"What if you can't hold on?"
"Even if you can't hold on, you'll still get a 20 spirit coin reward."
"Can I really quit anytime?"
"Of course!" Song Wugui assured him, "Even if you only go in for a second, you'll still get your 20 spirit coins!"
"Okay, I'll give it a try."
Zhu Que was truly smitten.
The "time flow rate" of this time-series secret chamber is five times slower than that of the outside world, which is exactly what he needs most right now.
His current cultivation efficiency is already very high; what he lacks most is time.
If it really works, even at the cost of a decrease in the stability of one's Dao heart, it is not unacceptable.
After all, one's Dao heart stability can be compensated for with spiritual artifacts.
Then.
Zhu Que completed the registration process and received a metal number plate.
He stood in the queue, waiting quietly while also subtly observing his surroundings.
He discovered that everyone who entered the room, although they all eventually came out alive, were in increasingly worse mental states than the last.
Some people were pale and their foreheads were covered in cold sweat.
Some people have a dazed look in their eyes, as if they have just woken up from a nightmare.
Some people even vomited as soon as they came out, leaning against the wall and unable to speak properly.
He watched for a long time, and no one could last for half an hour.
After a while.
It was finally Zhu Que's turn.
"Number 2118".
The staff called out his number.
Zhu Que entered the room and finally saw the shape of the Time Realm pod clearly.
It was a massive device, almost like a small house, standing in the center of the hall.
The overall structure is hemispherical, and the outer shell is made of multiple layers of gray-black metal. The surface is engraved with fine and unfamiliar patterns, giving off an unsettling and eerie aura.
"You five, put on your watches and come inside together."
A researcher gave each of Zhu Que and the others a watch.
next moment.
The hatch of the Time Sequence Secret Realm pod opened, revealing a vortex-shaped chaotic ball of light to Zhu Que and the others.
Zhu Que put on his watch and walked over.
Just as I was about to step through the door.
He deliberately staggered, as if he had lost his balance, leaned forward, and pressed his right hand against the hatch.
next moment.
Twisted tadpole-like characters appeared before him.
[Unknown magical artifact detected!]
[Current parsing progress: 0.1%……0.2%……0.3%……]
Zhu Que's heart stirred.
It can be parsed!
If this Time-Sequence Secret Realm Pod works well, he could easily make a counterfeit version for his own use.