The large box stirred.
Fang Xin's heart tightened.
When Fang Xin entered earlier, he had already sensed his surroundings.
Through his own perception, there was only Ma Fuxiao in this place.
He hadn't detected anyone else at all.
Now, for someone to suddenly appear again meant that their strength was above Fang Xin's, or they possessed some treasure that could evade Fang Xin's perception.
Fang Xin clutched the Rewind Treasure Mirror.
He stared intently at the large box.
Clang!
The large box opened.
A head emerged from it.
A sinister and eerie smile was plastered on his face.
The moment Fang Xin saw the other person, his butt clenched in surprise, and his basket shrunk back in shock.
That person was none other than...
The fake King of Slaughter whom Bai Mao Zai had fought with before.
One of the temple arms of Ma Fuxiao's glasses was broken, making his glasses slightly askew. He adjusted his thick lenses and, smiling, introduced to Fang Xin, "This is Mr. Ji Yuan. He said he was your father's assistant back then, and he knows a lot about the potion your father researched."
Fang Xin glanced at Ma Fuxiao, that big idiot (censored).
This grandson is an experimental subject who has been inoculated with the potion!
How could he not know about Fang Zhengping's potion?
It was clear that Ma Fuxiao had no idea who the other person was. His face still held an honest and simple smile, and he even considered the other person a good guy.
After the person emerged from the box, he scrutinized Fang Xin from head to toe.
"It really is you! I knew that day I felt a very alluring aura from you!"
"You know each other?" Ma Fuxiao, that big idiot… asked, still a bit surprised.
Two tentacles emerged from behind the person, supporting his upper body as he climbed out of the box.
Only then did Fang Xin see that the other person only had an upper body. Originally, there were four huge tentacles behind him, but now only two remained. The other two tentacles were only as thick as a finger and about ten centimeters long.
Fang Xin's gaze dropped to the person's waist and below, and he couldn't help but be stunned.
He saw that two more legs had grown from the person's lower body.
Oh no.
Three.
The two legs on the left and right were about ten centimeters long, and a small stubby one was sandwiched in the middle.
Those two bean sprout-like legs supported his upper body, looking a bit comical.
Ma Fuxiao breathed on his lenses, then lifted a corner of his shirt to wipe them before adjusting and putting them back on.
"I didn't expect you two to know each other, that makes things easier. Mr. Ji Yuan, now that Mr. Fang's son is here, can you tell us what to do next?"
Ji Yuan looked at Fang Xin, then at Ma Fuxiao, and suddenly smiled, "Do you know why your deductions always fall short, no matter how many times you try?"
"Why?" Ma Fuxiao, the bookworm, asked curiously, his eyes filled with a thirst for knowledge.
Ji Yuan stared at Fang Xin, baring a mouth full of stark white teeth.
"Because in the potion Fang Zhengping created, there's a most basic yet core component you don't know about: his own genes in the potion!"
Ma Fuxiao froze, "What did you say?"
Ji Yuan continued to smile, "This is something I've only figured out these past few days. I suspect this was a precaution Fang Zhengping took. He might have anticipated his demise, which is why he did this. If you want to replicate that potion, do you think he isn't important?"
"In fact, with him, your 70% probability will increase to at least 80%!"
Ma Fuxiao stared blankly at Fang Xin, then asked again, "Mr. Ji Yuan, didn't you say it could increase to 90%? What about the remaining 10%?"
Ji Yuan showed a cruel and chilling smile, "The remaining 10%... Bookworm, let me reintroduce myself. I am the experimental subject of the potion created by Fang Zhengping! With me, don't you have another 10%? Or even more?"
Ma Fuxiao stood up, his gaze wavering between Fang Xin and Ji Yuan.
"You... you are an experimental subject of Mr. Fang's potion?"
"Absolutely genuine!"
Ma Fuxiao paced back and forth excitedly, "This is great, this is great! With your help, the probability of me replicating that potion will skyrocket!"
"Not 'us'!" Ji Yuan stared at Fang Xin, his crimson tongue licking his lips, and corrected him with a smile.
Ma Fuxiao didn't quite grasp it for a moment.
"What do you mean?"
Fang Xin gripped the Rewind Treasure Mirror, his hairs standing on end. He had already sensed the dangerous aura emanating from the other party, and the Panlong Spear in his spatial ring was also stirring restlessly.
This grandson currently possesses Level 10 Warrior strength. Fang Xin could directly summon the King of Slaughter to reach Level 9 Warrior strength. If he then used Situ Shenshu's innate skill to weaken the opponent, it would not be impossible to suppress and kill him.
Ji Yuan's two long tentacles behind him thickened, lengthened, and swayed back and forth. "He is Fang Zhengping's son, so he naturally has a very high genetic similarity. I am currently severely injured, and I can clearly feel that he is an excellent tonic for me. If I devour him, I can naturally recover to my peak state in the shortest possible time, and it's even possible to achieve a new breakthrough."
Upon hearing this, Ma Fuxiao immediately spread his arms and stood in front of Fang Xin, "Mr. Ji Yuan, please don't be impulsive. Let's sit down and talk slowly. Although my academic prowess is not as high as Mr. Fang's, I will still find a way to help you recover!"
Ji Yuan snorted coldly, "By the time you figure out a method, it'll be ages from now. That white-haired fellow severely injured me to this state; I must have my revenge!
However, you, the bookworm, are indeed useful. I can't do everything by myself. You must continue researching the potion for me. I want to build an invincible army."
Fang Xin raised an eyebrow.
Heh!
This grandson is plagiarizing my ideas!
Unexpectedly, Ma Fuxiao, the bookworm, actually had some backbone.
"Mr. Fang is my benefactor! If you want to harm Mr. Fang's child, you'll have to step over my dead body first... Ah ♦ Oh ♦ Hiss ↑!"
Ma Fuxiao was cut short and sent flying by Ji Yuan's tentacles. "Get out of the way!"
Ji Yuan's crimson eyes stared at Fang Xin.
"When Fang Zhengping created this potion, he probably never imagined that there would be a day when he would indirectly cause his son's death! However, Fang Zhengping's lifelong ambition was to create a fair and just utopian society, to use the terrifying existence he created to restrain this world. By devouring you today, you can be considered to have fulfilled part of your father's last wish. The rest of the matters, I will take care of. I will transform into the King of Slaughter and judge all living beings!"
Ji Yuan raised his hand, his palm glowing with a crimson light, and his pupils instantly turned crimson.
"In the name of slaughter, I sentence you to death!"
Fang Xin didn't bother with so much villainous nonsense.
He started with a zero-frame move, raising his hand to his heart.
"Scythe!"
Instantly.
Fang Xin's eyes turned a deep crimson.
A terrifying aura gradually awakened.
Countless blood energies condensed behind Fang Xin into a blood-red throne.
Fang Xin sat on the throne, his expression cold and his lips curved into an icy arc, carrying a disdain that treated all beings and all things in the world equally.
"If you are the King of Slaughter, then who am I, this King?"