Sun Simiao pursed his lips, long accustomed to such matters.
Damn it, good thing he'd been cautious and swapped it earlier.
This fellow had a "death-defying constitution" buff. At most, it would cause a small explosion for him!
If it had happened to me, my mouth would probably end up looking like an alligator's...
He stared expressionlessly at Yuan Tiangang, remaining silent for a long time.
Yuan Tiangang, knowing he was in the wrong, gave an awkward smile.
"Well, no harm was done, was there? Continue!"
"I, a Daoist priest, warn you, it's best to inspect things carefully before giving them to others!" Sun Simiao glared at him menacingly.
"Yes, yes, whatever you say!" Yuan Tiangang nodded cooperatively.
If there was anyone in the Great Tang who could control him, it was Sun Simiao.
Even Fang Er would have a hard time!
"Good that you're sensible!"
"Here, it's this thing!"
As Sun Simiao spoke, he picked up bottle labeled 290 and showed it to him.
"With this pigment, tattooed on your head, it can grant you the ability of soul departure!"
"And not just you and me!"
"Even ordinary people who haven't cultivated can do it!"
Yuan Tiangang was stunned.
Soul departure!
This was a rare and sought-after opportunity in Daoist cultivation!
Those with shallow Daoist roots might never encounter it in their lifetime!
The last time someone experienced soul departure was Li Chunfeng, and on that occasion, he gained insight into the Tuibeitu!
If everyone could achieve soul departure, what would this world become?
Seeing him standing there dumbfounded, Sun Simiao changed his tone.
"However, don't get your hopes too high. This kind of soul departure is different from the opportunities we Daoists seek."
"Our soul departure allows us to traverse the river of time and glimpse a corner of the Heavenly Dao."
"But this soul departure achieved through external means can only travel a few meters away from the body."
Yuan Tiangang slammed the table: "What's wrong with a few meters?"
"A few meters are enough to comprehend the evolution of all things!"
"Mortal eyes can only see the surface of things, but soul departure allows for deeper exploration!"
"Hurry, I, a Daoist priest, have reached a bottleneck. Soul departure will surely help me break through this difficulty."
Sun Simiao smiled slightly, picked up the bottle labeled 290, and walked out.
"Follow me, and I'll show you what a true miracle looks like!"
Yuan Tiangang immediately followed, the two leaving the research room 96 side by side.
Seeing his cautious demeanor, Sun Simiao couldn't help but hum a little tune.
"Perhaps Cupid is offline, and love is managed by the God of Wealth. His co-pilot makes you linger."
"My rustic charm falls for an urbanite, though it's just a temporary companion."
"..."
"Hey? Old Sun, what are you singing?"
After listening for a few sentences, Yuan Tiangang couldn't help but lean in and ask.
"Here, listen to a couple of lines."
Sun Simiao smiled, opened his phone, played the song, and put the earphones into Yuan Tiangang's ears.
A few seconds later, Yuan Tiangang's eyes widened.
"Damn, I like this line!"
"Which line?"
"I am your father, you use the top to insert!"
"Almost, using different mountains to sandwich..."
"Bang!"
The moment Yuan Tiangang finished speaking, Sun Simiao kicked him.
"What nonsense is that, spit it out!"
"Are your ears stuffed with donkey hair? Can't you hear the words clearly?"
He snatched the phone back, wound up the cord, and put it away, glaring fiercely at him.
Yuan Tiangang: ...
Isn't that what the song is singing?
They walked all the way to the entrance of the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin studio. Looking at the distinctive storefront, Yuan Tiangang instantly forgot his recent displeasure.
"Fang kid actually set up a place specifically for tattoos?"
Sun Simiao ignored him, and upon entering, said to Chonglou,
"Hurry up and shave this old guy's head bald, and bring out your designs for him to choose from."
"Oh, and use this number 290 pigment."
A few minutes later.
Yuan Tiangang looked at the designs with disdain and shook his head.
"No good! No good!"
"What are these things!"
"Here, I'll draw one for you!"
Saying that, he picked up a pen and quickly sketched a scene on a notebook. kAnshu伍.ξà
Chonglou looked at it and burst out laughing: "Old sir, you want an explosion pattern, right?"
Yuan Tiangang glared: "You know nothing!"
"That's called a miracle! That's art!"
Chonglou chuckled and took out his phone.
"Coincidentally, I have more artistic pictures here!"
Saying that, he flipped through his album and found a nuclear explosion image.
"Hmm, this is good, this is good, let's use this!" Yuan Tiangang's lips trembled with excitement.
This picture was exactly to his taste.
The razor moved, and strands of silver hair fell. In just a few minutes, a freshly shaven bald head was ready.
Then, Chonglou picked up the tattoo tools and started working on the back of his head.
Soon, a bloody mushroom cloud was completed. After bandaging it with gauze, he patted Yuan Tiangang on the shoulder.
"Elder, all done!"
Yuan Tiangang leaped several meters away with a yelp, pointing at Sun Simiao and scolding him.
"Good you old Sun, I knew you were being so kind!"
"You actually brought me to experience soul departure, but you were actually eyeing my backside!"
Sun Simiao: ?????看書溂
After pondering for a while, he understood what he meant and grabbed a chair to smash at Yuan Tiangang.
"Have you gone stupid from staying in America, you old immortal!"
"Eyeing my backside..."
"Where's your face!"
After some speechless scolding, he flicked his sleeve and turned to leave.
Yuan Tiangang: ...
I'm depressed!
Did I really stay in America for too long and become out of touch with society?
Why doesn't he understand human language anymore?
Damn it, I don't care anymore. I didn't plan to leave after coming back anyway!
Seeing Old Sun leave, he didn't chase after him. The tattoo was already on his head, and all that was left was to wait.
It would take two days for it to take effect anyway. Since he was idle, he casually strolled around the research institute with his hands behind his back.
Even though the sun was blazing, the vast research institute was still bustling with people. Some were going to the warehouse to collect materials, some were going to the workshop to retrieve components, and some were applying for projects at Motorola.
But everyone who saw him had the same reaction.
They took a detour...
Yuan Tiangang was furious. Damn it, it must be that tattoo guy who shaved his head so ugly that people thought he was a bad person...
With his hands behind his back, his gaze swept over the signs at the entrance of each research room.
He heard that someone here was also tinkering with explosives?
Let me find out first...
No. 3, Feng Huolun Electric Motor...
No. 4, Aerospace Platform Project Team...
No. 8, Aviation Liquid Engine...
No. 32, Ion Propulsion Engine...
No. 35, Anti-gravity Project Team...
...
After searching for over an hour, he couldn't find any place that dealt with explosives.
The pedestrians, seeing him, all avoided him as if he were a plague. He had no chance to find someone to ask.
Yuan Tiangang stood on the main road, cursing angrily.
"Damn Fang Anzhi, setting up such a huge research institute and not putting up any road signs!"
"I curse your explosive research..."
"Boom!"
Before he could finish speaking, a violent explosion suddenly erupted from the northwest corner of the research institute.
Yuan Tiangang instinctively turned his head in that direction and saw a mushroom cloud soaring into the sky from afar.
This left him utterly bewildered.
Crap!
I was just saying it casually, and I didn't even finish my sentence!
This damn...
It actually came true?