"A friend asked me to come to Lao Cai to find a blind old man. ◇↓ Top ◇ ↓ Point ◇ ↓ Small ◇ ↓ said," Iron Slag said straight to the point.

"He must be talking about me, I am the oldest and most famous old blind man in the whole old street." The old man boasted, and then asked, "Is there anything wrong with me?" ”

"I have some questions for ......" As he spoke, Iron Slag looked at Satsuki. And the latter immediately understood, and said to the old man: "Master, you talk slowly, Xiaoyue went out first." ”

"Go, go, go." The old man raised his thin hand and shook it outwards with the back of his hand, as if he were chasing flies. Satsuki then lifted the curtain and walked out, and the moment the shade cloth was lowered, the light in the hut was dim again.

After a moment of silence, Iron Slag said slowly, "My friend mentioned the ability to transform insects. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man's right hand on the low table shook imperceptibly. Immediately afterwards, the old man shook his head, waved his arms and said: "Young man, you have found the right one, I know everything, the so-called insectization ability is the innate ability of the insectatizer, what are the antification muscles, pump circuits, beetle endurance, insect regeneration, male ant glands, etc., which one do you want to ask?" ”

Iron Slag didn't answer, just looked at the old man quietly. The slight tremor of that moment just now did not escape his sight. The other party was obviously playing dumb and seemed to want to hide something. After being silent for half a minute, the old man said to himself: "There are infinite manpower with ant-like muscles, people with pump-type circuits are agile, people with beetle endurance are abundant, people with insect-like regeneration are very fast, and people with male ant glands are ......" Speaking of this, the old man shook his shoulders and laughed dryly. At the same time, Iron Slag's pupils shrank suddenly, and in the dim light, he noticed that the old man's left hand sank slightly, as if he was making a small movement.

Seeing that the other party had bad intentions, he couldn't help but pull out the McLin revolver, pushed the safety bolt, pointed at the old man and said in a deep voice: "You'd better be honest." ”

"Young people...... Don't be impulsive...... If you have something to say...... I'm just a blind old man......" the old man hurriedly raised his hands and said in a trembling voice.

"It seems that you are indeed not blind." Iron Slag grinned and said.

"Young people...... Who brought you here? I think...... We shouldn't have anything to do with each other......" said the old man. Iron Slag was about to answer, but the former suddenly sank and disappeared out of thin air. In an instant, Iron Slag's eyes narrowed, and he immediately rushed out of the hut.

However, when he rushed out of the house, he quickly glanced around. The little moon was gone, replaced by dozens of mechanical transformers with steel bodies. These transfigurants are dressed in canvas military trousers underneath and their upper bodies are exposed to the air. As far as the eye could see, the power furnaces on their chests glowed crimson, running at high speed. From the thin gears and neat pipelines, it can be seen that their mechanical bodies are all the latest models, and they have combat power no less than that of second-order psionics.

At this moment, some of these transactors were blocked at both ends of the alley, and the other part was standing on the rooftops of the four places, completely blocking his way.

Iron Slag secretly sighed to himself, bowed his arms, and put on a fighting posture. The transformers who were close to him invariably took a step back and assumed a defensive posture. Seeing that the shape was about to burst, the reformed man in red military pants standing at the front faced the iron slag and said in a stiff mechanical synthesized voice: "This gentleman, what is the purpose of your coming here?" ”

"As I said earlier, a friend introduced me." Iron Slag looked around and said slowly.

"Young man, this is the territory of the Worms, and according to the rules of Wind Sand Castle, a traditional evolutionary should not be here." At this moment, a broken gong and a broken iron voice suddenly came from above. Following the sound of the voice, I looked sideways, and saw the blind old man standing on the roof, talking to him.

"So what?" Iron Slag's eyes narrowed, and he said with bared teeth.

"Explain your intentions." The old man threatened, "Otherwise, I promise you won't make it out of the old street alive." ”

"Really?" Iron Slag shrugged his shoulders and said lightly. In a few words, the negotiations reached an impasse, and there was silence in the alleys, as if even time had stood still......

After a while, Satsuki returned to the hut with two large paper cups. She quickly noticed the abnormality of the atmosphere at the scene, and immediately looked at the two sides of the confrontation with a surprised expression, and asked in surprise, "You ...... What's wrong with you guys? ”

"Kid, go home quickly." The old man standing on the roof said hurriedly.

"Master, he's a good person, did you misunderstand?" Satsuki stood not far from the iron slag and looked up and asked.

"What do children know, go quickly!" The old man shouted.

"I'm not leaving, he's a guest I brought, I'm going to take him back." Xiao Yue walked up to the iron slag and said stubbornly.

"Friend, I'm not your enemy." The next moment, Iron Slag put away the McLin revolver, spread his hands and said.

"Young man, you're not an insect, you shouldn't be here." The old man repeated.

"Who says I'm not?" Iron Slag asked.

"I'm sorry, I don't see you're an insect." The old man's eyes narrowed and he said in a deep voice.

"Why do you say I'm not?" Iron Slag asked rhetorically.

"I have the sense of a sandworm, and I can discern the identity and ability of the worm, unless I ......" The old man hesitated for a moment, suddenly waved his hand, dismissed the reformer, and then said to the iron slag, "Friend, come into the house and talk." ”

Iron Slag nodded, and then returned to the house. Not long after, the old man came out with a candle and the curtain in the back room.

"Young man, you own the diamond array?" The old man said as he placed the candle on the low table and sat down cross-legged.

"Hmm." Iron Slag nodded in response.

"I need you to prove who you are." The old man looked at him with empty eye sockets, and said seriously, "There are too many liars these days. ”

"The ability to insect is the secret of every insect, and I can't show it to you." Iron Slag said.

"Who told you to come?" The old man asked. Next, Tie Slag told the old man about what he had encountered in the "Guide's Square" that day. After listening to his narration, the old man was silent for a long time, and then said: "Okay, I believe you for the time being, but you must prove your identity. After saying this, the old man stood up, then took up the candle on the table, and as he walked to the inner room, he said, "Come with me, young man." ”

Then, Iron Slag followed the old man into the back room. In the dancing candlelight, it was still small, with only a simple single wooden bed and a large wardrobe, as well as a small round table and a small bench in the corner.

The old man came to the large wardrobe, slowly opened the sliding door of the wardrobe, then opened the clothes inside, and fumbled in the wardrobe for a while. Then, he seemed to find a switch and pressed it.

With a soft sound of "boom", the inner panel of the wardrobe quickly parted to both sides, and a clean and tidy metal channel with lamps on top appeared. After the entrance opened, the old man blew out the candle and walked into the passage. Iron Slag followed, looking around curiously.

The passage slopes downward, about two meters high and more than a meter wide, and the walls on either side are embedded with smooth stainless steel plates, the ceiling is neatly covered with white light tubes, and the floor is laid with stainless steel plates with water ripples.

"My name is Edwin Pence, I'm from the southern city of the Northern Wilderness Continent, and everyone else calls me blind." The old man said.

"My name is Sa Chirp, and I'm from the Temple of the War Bear." Iron Slag introduced himself.

The old man stopped and said slowly, "Young man, lying is a bad habit. ”

"I grew up in the Northern Wilderness, so let's do it." Iron Slag spread his hands and said. Since the other party is from the Northern Wilderness, he can naturally hear it from his accent.

The old man nodded with satisfaction, and then walked forward, spitting saliva, chattering: "Although the old blind eye can't see, but the heart and eyes are through the sky, know the laws of heaven and earth, and can see through the world's vain and illusions, just as the so-called mountain flowers are against the sea of trees, the red sun is against the sky, the water washes the Dragon King Temple, and the road is uneven and draws a sword to help ......."

The two walked thirty or forty meters one after the other until they came to the end of the passage. There was a metal door here, and the old blind eye fumbled around the wall for a while, found a mechanism, and pressed it.

With a "bang", the metal doors opened to both sides. Walking in was an elevator, and the old man pressed the layout a few times, and the metal door closed again. Then, the elevator sank down and started slowly.

After about a minute, the elevator stopped, and the metal door slid open in both directions. And at the moment when the metal door opened, a deep cold air rushed to the face, freezing the iron slag and making it cold.

After stepping out of the elevator, there is a long passage, about seven or eight meters wide, with metal tabs on both sides, which looks like large/drawers. Looking up, there were metal pipes covered with hoarfrost and a trace of cold air bubbling from above.

"This place is called cold storage, and it's a place to store the corpses of the insects." The old man introduced. Iron slag instantly understood that the corpses of the frozen insects were preserved in order to preserve their insect transformation abilities and wait for the genetic plundering of the latecomers.

"My talent allows me to see the abilities of most insects, so I can sort and preserve their corpses." After speaking, the old man took out a pamphlet from his bosom and handed it to the iron slag. The latter took it, glanced at him, and flipped through it.

The first page of the booklet reads:

Basic level, 500 gold in the red spectrum, 800 gold in the cyan spectrum, 300 gold in the white, orange and green spectrums, and 25,000 gold in the purple spectrum.

The red spectrum is the strength amplification class, the cyan spectrum is the agility amplification class, the white spectrum is the five senses amplification class, the orange spectrum is the stamina amplification class, and the green spectrum is the vitality amplification class.

"What does the color spectrum mean?" Iron Slag asked, looking at it.

"I can only judge the ability of the insect through the color spectrum, which means that I can only see the tendency of the ability, and I cannot know the specific details, such as the name of the ability." The old man explained.

"What if I get it wrong?" Iron Slag asked.

"Resign yourself to ......fate," the old man said with a sneer, a little embarrassed.

Iron Slag couldn't help but roll his eyes, and then pointed to the "Purple Spectrum" in the booklet and asked, "What kind of ability is this?" Why is it so expensive? ”

In response to his question, the old man showed a mysterious smile, looking very obscene.