Mo Qianshan led his men to move Blood Fiend Pill from Block B's library basket by basket. Two thousand blood-red pills were piled in the corridor at the entrance of the Demon Rearing Hall, forming a small mountain.
The surface of each Blood Fiend Pill was oozing with dark red light, and the aura emitted by the pile made the already turbid air in the corridor heavier by three points. Several weaker subordinates stood nearby, their faces turned pale from the smoke.
Fang Mo squatted in front of the hill, picked up one, turned it around between his fingers, and felt the density of Sha Qi inside.
"Okay, pour it all in."
Mo Qianshan made a gesture to his subordinates.
Several people lifted the basket filled with Blood Fiend Pill, walked to the big vat, and poured it in one after another.
Two thousand grains of Blood Fiend Pill were poured into the liquid, making a dense and thin sound. The liquid in the large vat was poured into so many Sha Qi at the same time, and it boiled instantly, emitting a large amount of dark red smoke, steaming into the sky above Demon Rearing Hall, and covering the entire space in a layer of Chaos.
Divine Fetus's vibrations intensified.
It was no longer the steady and rhythmic beating before, but became faster and louder, making the wall of the tank buzz, and the crack on the edge of the tank was stretched by another half inch due to this force.
Old Yan stood behind Fang Mo, making an unknown sound from his throat.
"This thing won't hold up any longer."
"Not yet." Fang Mo stuffed the last Blood Fiend Pill in the basket, stood up, and looked up at Divine Fetus's status.
The membrane has been stretched extremely thin. Through the thin membrane, you can barely tell that something is rotating back and forth inside, and the shape is not fixed, as if you haven't chosen which side to use.
The influx of Blood Fiend Pill gave it energy, but that energy was arrogant and unguided. While Divine Fetus was absorbing it, the things inside were also struggling. There was a mutual pulling force between the two, causing bubbles to quickly expand and dissipate on the surface of the film.
"It's just an introduction." Fang Mo said.
Mo Qianshan was nearby and didn't fully understand.
"What's the hook?"
Fang Mo didn't answer directly. He raised his left hand, bent his right thumb into a hook, and his index finger into an arc. He pinched a strange magic formula on his left thumb.
The voice of Nian Nu'er in Sea of Consciousness is slightly tighter.
"My lord, if you cut out that strand of Divine Soul Thread, it will hurt."
"Bullshit."
"I just want to remind you, so that the Lord doesn't think I'm okay." Nian Nu'er curled his lips with a hint of worry in his voice. The piece of Black Water wrapped the outer edge of Fang Mo Divine Soul tightly again, "Cut it, I'll guard it."
Fang Mo Tighten the formula, find the outermost strand of Divine Soul Thread that has been fully formed in Sea of Consciousness, use Prison Suppressor's Law to circle it, cut it, and separate it.
It was a small pain, not severe, but very clear, as if a very small part of the body had been taken away by something very thin, leaving a long and slender gap, which hurt when the wind blew.
He endured this feeling, condensed the strand of Divine Soul Thread on the pad of his right index finger, stretched his hand towards the large vat, and the moment his finger touched the surface of the membrane, the strand of hairspring seeped into it.
The response came faster than he expected.
The originally chaotic struggle in Divine Fetus briefly stopped under the contact of that wisp of Divine Soul Thread.
Still, as if caught by something.
Then, a response came from inside.
It's not a sound, it's a kind of contact at the perceptual level, as if something touched the thread in the dark, moved its head along the thread, sniffed it, recognized what it was, bit the thread and wouldn't let go.
Fang Mo took his hand back and looked at the surface of the film.
The entire large tank trembled sharply at this moment, and a large amount of dark red light seeping out from the cracks on the ground rushed to the bottom of the tank, quickly gathered, and disappeared into the tank.
The first cracks in the skin appear from the center of the top.
It's not wide, just a thin line, but the light seeping out of that thin line is black, not dark red, not dark orange, it's a pure, non-reflective, absolute black, as if the light has been absorbed into it.
Mo Qianshan took a step back.
"Master, that color..."
"Watch, don't block it." Fang Mo didn't move.
The cracks expanded, starting from that thin line and spreading to all sides, like a piece of skin being pierced from the center and torn outwards. The sound of the skin breaking was not loud, but more like something dry and brittle being crushed. With a bang, the large pieces of broken skin turned into black ash and were blown away by the air waves coming out of it.
What came out of the big vat was black.
It's not smoke or fog, it's a textured, thick black airflow with its own breathing rhythm. It spurts out from the mouth of the cylinder, overflows along the cylinder wall, spreads to the ground, and spreads out on the ground of the Demon Rearing Hall according to some invisible trajectory.
The temperature of the entire Demon Rearing Hall dropped a lot at this moment, so cold that it made Human Skin's skin ache.
Old Yan pushed up the sleeves of his old clothes, but couldn't hold them anymore, so he just stood there, staring straight at the vat.
Iron Bull held the hammer tightly, his eyes fixed on the big vat, and he made no sound.
The black air flow swirled and gathered in the Demon Rearing Hall, getting thicker and higher, and finally condensed into an outline directly above the cylinder.
The outline had no shape at first, just a ball of Chaos.
Then the layers were slowly separated.
The outermost layer is the highest part, which slowly bifurcates into three directions. Three independent head shapes emerge from the black. There is no Five Senses, no eyes, just three smooth and slightly curved shapes, hanging quietly above, not looking in any direction, because there are no eyes.
The figure below continues to take shape in the black, with six arms extending from the shoulders and ribs. Each one is a full arm length, with no unnecessary bends. The six heavy arms are hanging down, with a slight flow of light running on the knuckles.
Three Heads Six Arms, Wumian.
It just hung in the center of the Demon Rearing Hall, motionless, silent, and showing no signs of attack.
Fang Mo stood in front of the tank, facing the black thing, or in other words, facing the three eyesless faces.
Qian Dagui forcefully swallowed what was stuffed in his mouth and tried to maintain his composure.
"As a... master, what level is this?"
Still no one answered him.
Fang Mo was in a stalemate with that black thing for about three breaths.
Then, the thing moved.
The six arms gathered together at the same time and folded inwards, forming a hugging posture. The heads of the three Wumian sank at the same time, tilting in the direction of Fang Mo, actively lowering their own heights, as if they were making a salute, and as if they were sending their necks to each other's hands.
In the silence, a kind of perception emerged from the black mass. There was no language, it was a more direct contact of will, the meaning was simple, without any modification.
Lord, I am here.
Old Yan took a breath.
Mo Qianshan held the thing in his hand tightly, stood there, glanced at Fang Mo, then looked at the ball of things, not knowing how to react for a moment.
Qian Dagui slowly stuffed the stack of Life-Saving Talismans hidden in his sleeves back, looked up at the black existence of Three Heads Six Arms, grinned and smiled, and seven percent of that smile was forced.
Fang Mo slowly curved the corners of his mouth.
"It'll be fine when you come out."
He looked at the three Wumian faces, and his tone was as calm as if he was looking at a boy who had finally finished his work.
"Try your strength a few times first, don't hold it in as soon as it comes out, as you can easily hurt yourself."
The black mass trembled slightly, and the six arms slowly stretched out. An absolutely oppressive aura spread out from it, pressing out several new cracks in the stone wall of the Demon Rearing Hall, and then retracted it, as if it was deliberately controlling its own power not to leak out.
Iron Bull stood nearby, glanced at the thing with the corner of his eye, then moved away, and glanced at Fang Mo, the meaning was obvious.
"It can beat it." Fang Mo said lightly, "When it stabilizes, you can try it."
Iron Bull hummed, without comment, and put the hammer back on his shoulder.
Qian Dagui moved closer to Old Yan and lowered his voice.
"Old Yan, if the leader of the house just moves out one of his subordinates in the future, all the so-called big shots outside will have to sit on the ground."
Old Yan glanced at him sideways.
"What do you care about all those things? Eat enough, get enough sleep, follow the boss closely, and don't fall behind. It's better than anything else."
Qian Dagui thought about it and thought it made sense, so he didn't say any more.
Fang Mo looked at the Wumian demonic figure, thought for a moment, and then spoke.
"From now on, my name is Wumian. Follow me and I won't treat you badly."
The black mass trembled slightly again, and the three heads shook slightly at the same time. There was no sound, but the contact of will clearly surfaced again, with an indescribable emotion, and it agreed.
In Sea of Consciousness, the voice of Nian Nu'er drifted lazily.
"My lord, over there Imperial Clan Court, that aura just now has come out a lot. Those three old Monster are about to leave seclusion."
Fang Mo put his hand on the handle of God Slaying Saber, took his eyes away from Wumian, and turned to the exit of the Demon Rearing Hall.
"Just right."
He walked towards the door, tapping the handle of the knife with his fingers, walking leisurely.
"Let them out so that the new ones can stretch their muscles."
He walked to the threshold, stopped for a step, without looking back, and opened his mouth to the black being suspended in the center of the Demon Rearing Hall behind him.
"Follow up."
The black mass moved silently, and the six arms slowly closed in. The entire form shrank in the flow, turning into a thick shadow, following behind Fang Mo, silently following along the stone wall of the corridor.