Chapter 316 The Living Lock Pick

In the manor, Zhuang Buyuan was staring at a device that looked a bit like a two-bell alarm clock.

This is the so-called "live lock pick".

Its shell is a bit like the bottle that Old Banglong used to hold the "Oil of Time and Space". It has a kind of polished translucence, and it should be ground from some kind of ore. Through the outer shell, you can see the densely packed various gears inside. The gears seem to be very old and stained with rust. However, Zhuang Buyuan knows that this kind of rust is actually just a special kind of metal and not real. It's rusty.

There are also three hands on its dial, but the three hands are the same length and different colors. One is silver, one is gold, and one is red.

Judging from its structure, Zhuang Buyuan knew that this must be the work of the "Industrial Party". If the manor owners wanted to pry open the door of a certain manor, they would probably cultivate some magical creatures instead of inventing one. machine.

Zhuang Buyuan followed the manor's instructions and opened the "bell" on the top left side of the alarm clock, and then used a glass funnel to pour the blood of time into it.

Ten drops of time's blood, a hundred drops of time's blood, a small cup of time's blood, a small bucket of time's blood, a large bucket of time's blood...

After filling for a long time, Zhuang Buyuan could not fill up a bell smaller than a walnut.

After shaking it, there was only a trace of silver liquid in the translucent left bell.

The servants of the manor also gathered around Zhuang Buyuan, watching the fun together.

"Master, since this lockpick can open the doors of other manors, it naturally uses some space power that we don't understand. It is normal for it to be able to hold so much blood of time..." Old Banglong said to the Industrial Party The equipment is more understanding, "But what is the bell on the right for?"

Zhuang looked to the right not far away, but there was nothing inside.

At this moment, perhaps activated by the blood of time, the lockpick began to operate. The gears inside kept turning and made a slight creaking sound. The red pointer on the dial trembled and began to rotate slowly. When I stood up, the gold and silver hands remained motionless.

The red pointer rotated so slowly that everyone stared at it for more than ten minutes before they saw it move past the one-second mark.

"Does anyone see what's changed?" One tick goes by, and then what?

Okabao had good eyesight. He pointed to the bell on the right and said, "Master, look to the right! There is a very small tube with a little golden liquid on the mouth of the tube..."

Zhuang Buyuan stared so hard that he almost felt dizzy, but he didn't see anything.

Sure enough, you can't compare your eyesight with someone with three pupils...

"What kind of golden liquid is it?" Old Honglong asked quickly.

"Golden, sparkling, like flowing gold..."

Hearing Gangbao's description, Lao Banglong looked strange and said, "Could it be...the oil of time and space?"

ha?

"Could it be that this is transforming the oil of time and space?" Zhuang Buyuan looked at the dial with a confused look on his face: "The oil of time and space is transformed with the blood of time?"

The oil of time and space is the so-called "blood" that the Industrial Party relies on for survival. When Zhuang Buyuan used the land enclosure order to help Zhuang's father save his farmyard, he consumed a drop of the oil of time and space. At that time, Lao Banglong felt very distressed. Yes, this is an heirloom that has been preserved for more than ten eras by their Banglong family for generations!

At that time, Zhuang Buyuan felt that the oil of time and space was probably a rarer and more magical existence than the blood of time. Otherwise, how could the Industrial Party defeat the manor owners?

But now he discovered that it was estimated that the Oil of Space and Time was actually copied by the Industrial Party from the manor owner. He made some random changes and made it his own, and also applied for a patent or something.

For example, if the system used by people outside the state is called Android, we can copy it and change it, and it will become yunOS in seconds, and there will be no problems!

A group of people stared at something like an alarm clock for a long time, their eyes were sore, and the "second hand" only moved more than ten marks.

Zhuang Buyuan calculated that it took about fifteen minutes for the hands to move one mark, and it would take nine hours to complete a full circle.

This conversion speed is really slow.

Zhuang Buyuan immediately lost interest in this thing.

"Forget it, let's go to work!"

Only Lao Banglong stared there, from morning to afternoon, from afternoon to evening.

When it was almost time for dinner, everyone suddenly heard the sound of Lao Honglong crying.

What's going on here?

The servants were puzzled.

"Woo hoo..." Lao Honglong pointed to the "bell" on the right, choked and speechless.

"One drop has been transformed." Gangbao took a look and said.

"It took nine hours to transform one drop. Old Honglong must have cried in sadness..." Zhuang Buyuan sighed in his heart, what a good servant, how considerate of the manor!

Then I heard old Honglong choke and say: "In order to keep a drop of oil of time and space, wuwuwu, our Honglong family has sacrificed thirty-four lives. If I had handed over this drop of oil of time and space, my grandfather could have followed suit." We survived the end of the era together, but he still sacrificed himself to save a drop of time and space oil, woo woo woo... I didn't expect that one drop could be transformed in nine hours, woo woo woo..."

Suddenly, Old Honglong felt that his family's tragic history was simply meaningless. All the sacrifices and savings were just nine hours for someone else's family?

"Uh..." It was difficult for Gangbao to understand the Xunlian people's persistence in the "oil of time and space", but he still comforted Lao Banglong and said: "Actually, you just need to think about it, after all, the oil of time and space is transformed from the blood of time. Yes, a drop of oil of time and space consumes at least a drop of blood of time. You are so poor that you don’t even have the blood of time, right? Even if you have nine hours, you can’t convert the oil of time and space, right?”

Old Banglong thought about it and felt it was right.

But when I looked at the large bucket of blood of time next to me, I felt even sadder and choked up again.

"Okay, okay, don't cry." Zhuang Buyuan picked up the lock pick, unscrewed the lid of the bell on the right, asked Lao Honglong for his small bottle, poured a drop of oil of space and time into it, and handed it to He touched his head and said, "Okay, I'll make it up to you, be good, don't cry!"

Old Banglong looked at a drop of oil of time rolling in the small bottle and didn't know what to say.

He scratched his needle-like hair and grinned.

The manor reminded Zhuang Buyuan: "Old Honglong's loyalty has increased!"

Can this also earn loyalty?

That night, Lao Honglong was jumping up and down in his giant mechanical dog. He didn't know what he was doing. When he saw Zhuang not far away, he just giggled and said nothing.

Zhuang Buyuan wondered, did a drop of space-time oil make Lao Banglong happy and stupid?

He looked at the "lock pick" thrown on the table. There was already another drop in the bell on the right.

"Old Xu!" Zhuang Buyuan called Xu Jianfei: "Let's go and try to see if we can unlock the door!"

The door to the new world is about to open! So happy!