Chapter 416 Extracting Sound Substances!

[Daily vlog|A day in Lao Feng's life|Research|Three meals a day]

[BGM: Progress Song (Pure Enjoyment Version)]

[Good morning, everyone. This is a day for researcher Feng Zhoulong. ]

[The air in the demon city is still as bad as ever, just like the poisonous miasma field of the monarch-level demon]

[A simple breakfast, the fire jade bird eggs are a good choice for health, the nutritional value is ten times that of eggs, of course, the price is a hundred times]

[The morning is still the research and development meeting to punch in, the Southern Magic Association wants to terminate my research and use the money for other projects]

Who writes a diary?

Feng Zhoulong is not a very serious person. He is fashionable and keeps up with the trend. He uses vlogs to record his life every day.

Of course, the video is not public.

"Oh, I'm out of money." Feng Zhoulong had a headache.

A good cook cannot cook without rice, not to mention that scientific research is an extremely expensive thing. It swallows money quickly but takes a long time to see results. Even if the direction is not clear, a large amount of scientific research expenses may be wasted.

Therefore, compared to his almost nonsense "fusion magic" theory, the Southern Magic Research Institute would be more willing to spend the money on visible places.

For example, the dolphin project that has been very popular recently.

The Southern Magic Association has sufficient reasons. The ocean has not been peaceful recently. Speaker Shao Zheng has protested many times at the Dubai Mage Tower.

As a detection artifact, the existence of dolphins can effectively warn and accurately estimate the number of monsters.

Even someone as confident as Feng Zhoulong dared not say that this is a small fish project, and could only say "other projects" sourly.

Funds are limited. Since the Southern Magic Association chose to bet on dolphins, Feng Zhoulong's fusion magic project naturally had no money.

Without money, research has fallen into a bottleneck.

Without money, even reliable graduate students cannot be recruited.

Without money, he Feng Zhoulong has to pay for experimental consumables himself. A super-class magician is so poor that he has to eat the free meals of the association every day.

"Where can I get the money?" Feng Zhoulong was thinking, and the door of the laboratory was pushed open all of a sudden.

"Professor, Professor, Xu Fang is here!" The person who came in was Feng Zhoulong's graduate student, who had also been clamoring to graduate recently.

"Who?" Feng Zhoulong didn't hear clearly.

"It's the Jinlin City Military Control Commission, the honorary vice president of the Bell Tower Magic Association, the first place in the National Government Competition, and the head of the Pearl Academy!" the graduate student said.

"I can't remember all these names, who is it?" Feng Zhoulong said impatiently.

"It's Xu Fang, Xu Fang, the famous one on TV!" the graduate student said excitedly.

"Oh Xu Fang... Xu Fang!?"

Feng Zhoulong was no longer sleepy in an instant.

The graduate student's level was not clear, but he, Old Feng, knew very well.

Xu Fang, isn't this the culprit who made his funding go to zero?

"Where is he?"

"Just downstairs!"

"We're downstairs?"

"We're downstairs!"

"Now?"

"... Professor, do you want to see what you are talking about?"

Feng Zhoulong patted his forehead: "Bring him up."

"Although I have submitted my graduation application, who made me still your student now." The graduate student muttered and walked out.

Feng Zhoulong's temples were bulging with veins. His adult cultivation prevented him from shouting out "Don't bully the poor middle-aged."

It was really chilling. Are students now so realistic?

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Rest area.

"Mr. Xu, please come this way." The graduate student changed her attitude when she came to Xu Fang, and her voice made her ears itch.

"Thank you for your hard work." Xu Fang nodded and followed her upstairs.

Along the way, the graduate student was looking for topics to talk about, but it was a pity that Xu Fang was like a rolling knife. Although he responded to every sentence, he had no intention of extending the topic.

Halfway through the elevator, the elevator fell into an awkward silence that made people dig their toes into the ground.

Ding~

"Mr. Xu, we're here." Seeing the elevator door open, the graduate student breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly took Xu Fang in.

Walking into the room, Xu Fang saw Feng Zhoulong at a glance.

Feng Zhoulong was much younger than he had imagined. He was wearing a white coat and his face had the kind of clarity that was not polluted by the world, which was standard for scientific researchers.

"Professor Feng." Xu Fang extended his hand: "Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you, Xiaoli, make two cups of tea." Feng Zhoulong shook hands with him and said, "Mr. Xu, are you here this time?"

Xu Fang did not beat around the bush: "Sound-based matter, do you still remember it?"

"Oh, this." Feng Zhoulong suddenly realized: "There are too many trivial matters recently... Come with me."

Most scientific researchers hate beating around the bush the most. They say something when they have something to say and shut up when they don't. They are born to be incompatible with those superficial and mercenary people.

Since there is no other research now, he took Xu Fang to a magic experiment base.

This is a room completely isolated by white material boards.

In the center of the room, there is something like an operating table. Through four layers of transparent tempered glass, you can see a pile of corpses inside.

————It is Miao Jiang.

Xu Fang looked around and said, "The material of Secret Jade Silver? This is the main material of the shield magic tool."

"You are indeed an expert. Let me tell you, I fought hard to get this Secret Jade Silver. Those short-sighted guys always think that Secret Jade Silver is too precious and it is too luxurious to use it to make the inner wall of the laboratory..."

Feng Zhoulong looks like a graceful old man, but he is actually a technical geek.

Xu Fang's question just scratched his itch, and he instantly opened the door to talk, chattering to Xu Fang about how wonderful Amway's laboratory was.

"I also plan to build a laboratory with the same specifications." Xu Fang said.

Feng Zhoulong's voice stopped abruptly: "In Jinlin City? Do you have this authority?"

"What are you talking about?" Xu Fang said with a smile: "After all, I am also the commander of the military. After the municipal administration of Jinlin City is in place, I will have to recruit additional members. A laboratory still has the right to make decisions."

Feng Zhoulong's breathing was a little rapid: "What about the research department's funding?"

"It doesn't matter."

Xu Fang looks like the kind of young man who doesn't have any ideas:

"I have always been responsible for the funding of the research department. I just approved two bomb production lines before coming here... We seem to have digressed. Let's talk about phonological substances."

Feng Zhoulong nodded silently, and the two of them tacitly agreed not to mention this matter again.

As for what they think in their hearts, it is unknown.

"My first major was in the undead system, and I have to deal with corpses every day, so every corpse is a treasure to me."

Feng Zhoulong said:

"I can extract the musical material from Miao Jiang's body. This material did not disappear because of Miao Jiang's death. Instead, it gathered together over time to form a mass of energy similar to elemental species, which was attached to Miao Jiang's body. On the remaining soul.

The reason why I didn't notify you immediately is because I couldn't separate Miao Jiang's soul from the sound system material. They were already tightly combined. "

Xu Fang asked: "Then suck them all."

"To put it simply, this sound-based substance is extremely lethal. As a super-level mage, I almost stumbled. If you forcefully absorb it, be careful as your spirit will be shattered."

Feng Zhoulong said.

Just like every monster has a spirit or residual soul, human beings, as a kind of creature, can naturally produce souls after death.

These souls may not have autonomous consciousness, but they carry strong emotions from their lifetimes.

With Miao Jiang's overwhelming resentment and resentment, if Xu Fang chooses to absorb it, she will definitely take the opportunity to attack without stopping!

"Don't worry." Xu Fang's expression remained relaxed: "From the time I started practicing magic until now, nothing can break my spirit."

The purple demon cloud doesn't work.

The ancient king's armor and robe won't work.

It’s just a remnant of Miao Jiang’s soul, let alone!