"...... the body is born and destroyed, both inside and outside are steel, all poisons are not invaded, the five elements are harmless, and the external evils are not afraid of it."

"If the Qi does not absorb the Dantian and the soul does not enter the sea of ​​consciousness, the body will not be destroyed and the soul will not be destroyed."

"Inside, the will is strong and the foundation is strengthened, the power of the king is maintained outside, and the mixture is mixed and intertwined, like a tiger or a dragon"

"........ The power of the body that is cultivated both inside and outside is not destroyed."

The illusory old words lingered and echoed in the sea of ​​consciousness, and the pain sometimes came. Suddenly, the pain was felt. Wang Ruhu gathered his consciousness and opened his eyes suddenly. The red glow was pouring out of the window, falling on the floor and dancing with the dust.

'This is.......'

The furnishings around the room gradually became clear. A small room in a square shape seemed to have only one bedroom, with simple furniture and only a spring bed and desk, filled with books and drawings.

‘Is this saved?’

There was a vague drop inside the whispering words......Dangdang sound, Wang Ruhu shook his head, subconsciously erasing his arm with pain, and the bright red color had spread across his arm...Wait, what is this?

In his eyes, there was a circle of iron rings on his arms that looked like long metal strips, but there were obvious inlay gaps on it, and the part he was wearing.

Wang Ruhu broke it twice, and with his strength, he could easily break it. However, just as he pulled it, he obviously felt the red piece below the iron ring was about to move, so he hurriedly let go, and the iron ring was then calmed down.

“High-tech…”

He didn't have much understanding of this, so he couldn't comment on what metal material it was. He checked the rest of the body, except that he was not wearing any clothes, and it was no different from usual. It was still so big.

After moving my hands and feet, when I went down to the floor, I put a set of clothes on the low cabinet at the head of the bed, put on the inner and outer pants, and put on a white shirt. It was obviously much smaller, and it was tightly pressed against my body, tying out the lines of my muscles.

After looking at the trouser tips that were pulled to the calf, the crotch was also uncomfortable, and Wang Ruhu was not picky either. After all, there was nothing else to wear, but it was better to figure out where it was the key.

Outside the window, the lush sycamore tree was already golden. The man stepped on the creaking and moaning floor with barefoot and stretched out a door in front. The sound of electronic equipment became clearer. Outside the open door, long tables for experiments were piled with various drawings, instruments, and test tubes, which made him look familiar.

His eyes turned and he fell to Chen Li's bookshelf over there. An old Jewish man in a white coat and messy hair was walking over there, flipping through books.

Wang Ruhu couldn't help but shout: "Professor Hales?!"

The old man flipping through a thick book in front of the bookshelf, lowered his glasses on his nose, and saw the oriental man who was a little surprised at the door, and continued to read the book.

On the other side, I realized that the other party didn't understand the Chinese, so Wang Ruhu hurriedly went to find paper and pen to write. As soon as his hand reached a nearby tabletop, he had not picked up a pen, but the old man's voice came from afar, and he actually spoke Chinese.

"Take your hands away and don't touch anything here."

Isn’t this old man not able to speak Chinese?

Perhaps guessing that Wang Ruhu was shocked. Hales took notes to write down several lines of the book, then closed the book and put it in its original position, closed the glass door, and drew it on the paper.

"If you don't want to say it doesn't mean I won't."

In the corridor outside, a student chased and laughed and made a fuss. The laboratory was quiet for a while. Perhaps he had figured out that the old man was a little bit, and Wang Ruhu still said thank you.

"Professor, no matter what, thank you is necessary."

"No, I happened to be walking by the lake to find inspiration for problem solving, just to bring you back, wasting a lot of time." Haarles didn't look at the man, took the copied note and leaned over on the drawing to calculate a formula.

Seeing that he didn't speak much, Wang Ruhu was also a little anxious. After all, there were still many questions in his mind that he had not solved them. He stood by and waited until the other party stopped before he interrupted in at the right time.

"Professor, what's going on with my arm?"

"That's the energy containment device. You're lucky. I only have one and the last one here."

The old man took off his glasses and put them on the table. Because he wore glasses all year round, his glasses were slightly protruding outwards, pinching the bridge of his nose, as if he had something to say to the device, his tone was obviously much more relaxed than before. He poured a cup of coffee and sat down to the chair next to him.

Immediately, Wang Ruhu was invited to sit down, took a sip of the steaming coffee, and pointed at his entire scarlet arm with a cup.

"...Where did you get the things on your arm? Don't hide it, I've seen this thing. It's just a little different from the things on your arm."

When talking about what happened that night, Wang Ruhu couldn't say too much, so he only picked up what happened after rushing into the helicopter and raised his arm.

"It was just that night, and there was a woman who changed her whole body and lost her mind in less than a minute..."

In the red glow, the scarlet arm clenched into a fist. Hales on the other side interrupted without waiting for him to finish speaking: "That is the stone of Mostima, which is our name, which represents the 'source of all evil', but in your country, there is a simple name, called Red Stone."

"Red Stone?" Wang Ruhu frowned, and vaguely felt like he knew this title.

“That’s a simple name.”

Hales looked at the heat surround the cup, drifted away from the sunset, took a sip and leaned over to the back of the chair, "There are records in your ancient books, and it is the only one. It seems that during the Sui and Tang Dynasties, the Red-light Demon Star fell from the sky... Yes, it was called Demon Star at the beginning, but later it was not recommended to call it that way, for fear of causing riots, so he changed it to Red Stone, which seemed very ordinary.

...The light it emits is alive. To be precise, it is composed of countless light life forms, but it looks like a crystal. Once it is infected and parasitic, the person's personality will change drastically. However, it has the advantage that it will gain the ability to stimulate redstone, strengthen the body, or obtain special power. However, this may be different from what I have seen. It is in a liquid shape."

Wang Ruhu lowered his eyes and looked at the scarlet covered with his arms, like skin, and used force to swell and stretch. Except for the occasional pain, there was no difference, and his brows even frowned.

"What do you mean by saying that it is different from what I have in my hands?"

Haarles put down his coffee, walked to the test table, continued to be busy, and said without looking back: "Don't think about taking off the containment device in his hand, you will die. Fortunately, you have a special physique, and this mutated redstone did not erode you as quickly as that woman."

The man sitting there listened to the words while spreading his palms and looking at the red color on it. Suddenly, Professor Hales's words gradually became ethereal. In less than half a breath, the surroundings suddenly became quiet. Wang Ruhu suddenly moved away his gaze. The laboratory, which was originally as usual, seemed to have faded its color, the walls fell off bit by bit, the experimental equipment was rusted, and there were snowflakes floating in the air.

The whole room looked like a grayish-white picture.

Where is this the hell?!

Wang Ruhu looked at the floating 'snowflakes' ashes like fluff, and stood up from the chair, "Professor?! Professor Hales!!"

When he shouted a few times, the grayish-white color quickly faded from his vision, and the vitality-filled colors reoccupied their sight again. The sound of the machine dripping, the noise of students outside, and the footsteps made Wang Ruhu feel that everything became real.

On the other side, Professor Hales held a pen, opened his mouth slightly, and looked at him in a daze.
Chapter completed!