In the greenhouse, Bai Mo hugged his apprentice, sat down on the ground, rubbed his temples, and felt a slight dizziness in his head.
"The amount of thinking, it’s still a bit too much."
It’s the first ti he’s felt this way in years.
After all, genes, the amount of information within them is truly imnse!
Genes are the language of the creator, the fire in the hands of the cloud god.
Humans will never be able to steal this fla; at best, they can only look up and glimpse the firelight shining through the god’s fingers.
If the genetic information of a creature is a library, then what Black Ghost Eye possesses is rely one layer, one room, one shelf, one book, one page, one paragraph of that library.
Bai Mo’s just given "gene editing sche" is the sa.
Forget about understanding the library; just tracing its tracks and finding this paragraph has already exhausted much of his ntal capacity.
"Suddenly tackled a big task."
While complaining, he picked up a bottle and took a swig of mineral water to moisten his bitter mouth.
As for sending false ssages for Black Ghost Eye... it’s not an easy job either.
You need to go into Black Ghost Eye’s cells to find specific biochemical reactions and understand them.
It’s like arriving in a foreign country, finding a foreign city, then locating a factory in that city, finding a room in the factory, and from that room finding a neglected telegraph machine used for years.
This unfamiliar telegraph machine has no manual, no telegram texts; it requires him to stay by the machine, secretly watching the operator, listening to the long and short beep sounds, and then combining the politics, economics, and diplomacy operations of this foreign country, guessing the telegram format, learning the telegram language, and familiarizing with the buttons and operations of the telegraph machine before he can kick away the original operator and sit at this telegraph machine to send out that crucial telegram.
Big Golden Cuff shrank in the master’s arms, seeing the master sweating from the forehead... Master sweats? Never seen this before!
Bai Mo shook his head, still feeling dizzy... Must be from exhaustion, low blood sugar.
He took a giant pear cultivated by Mo Lanyou from the nearby fruit basket.
The pear isn’t very tasty, but...
"...add so flavor."
Silently, his fingertips overflowed with Harlan Zhongli Peach Origin Immortal Qi, transforming the pear!
Crunch!
With one bite, no fragrance dispersed, but the crisp flesh and sweet juice instantly filled the lips and teeth.
Swallowed a gulp, Bai Mo’s eyebrows relaxed, returning to normal.
Crunch! Crunch!
After finishing more than half of it, he was completely restored.
He looked at Big Golden Cuff in his arms, bringing the remaining pear to its mouth.
"Want so?"
Big Golden Cuff looked at the master’s face, the master’s brows, confirming the master’s full recovery.
Its eyes rotated around... Was this pear tampered with by the master?
Foxes are very cunning!
It imdiately bead with enthusiasm, opened its mouth, and crunched the pear in the master’s hand.
It ate carefully, not letting a drop of juice escape, even gnawing the giant pear core and swallowing it.
"Ow?"
Finally, it licked the master’s fingers, licked its lips, and nuzzled its head in the master’s arms.
"Whimper whimper!"
This really tastes good!
Beside them, Zhang Shan stared blankly.
He ca along to handle odd jobs, without any serious business. Professor Zhang, Committee mber Gu Lin, and others were busy, so no one called him, and he wandered over to Bai Mo.
"That big pear... seems really delicious?"
Bai Mo grinned, handing him another big pear.
Seeing Zhang Shan chuckling foolishly, hesitating a few tis, then taking the big pear with high expectations and taking a big bite.
Crunch!
As he chewed, his expression changed gradually, reluctant to swallow but embarrassed to spit it out.
"Why does eating this pear feel like chewing cotton..."
...
In the office.
Poison Master Wang E sat in front of the computer, browsing the Immortal Discussion Forum, looking at posts related to Immortal Grass.
[The End of the Human World’s Immortal Grass is Coming, Where Will Immortal Grass Enterprises Go]
[How Does the Ancient Immortal Achieve This Conceptual Lockdown?]
[Will Mycelium Healing Patch be Available in the Future?]
He showed no expression, his eyes sunk deep where dicine Monkey Ancient Immortal faced out, full of joy, occasionally bursting into strange laughter.
"Hehehe."
"Hahaha."
"Hoohoohoo."
Wang E held the mouse in one hand, his other hand resting on the desk, looking casual, pretending to be relaxed as he spoke up.
"Master, what is this thod? Which Ancient Immortal is doing this?"
dicine Monkey Ancient Immortal’s laughter was subtly peculiar.
"It’s your master, , hahaha!
"Not just , but also a few other Alchemy Dao Ancient Immortals.
"Anyway, Black Ghost Eye is useless in hand, throw it out for so fun!"
These words contained too much information, causing Wang E to pause for a mont.
He picked up his tea cup and took a sip.
"Master, you’ve done this, why didn’t your apprentice know?"
dicine Monkey Ancient Immortal’s tone grew even stranger.
"Heh, when the master acts, must he notify you?"
Wang E quickly defended.
"Of course not, I’m just regretful I couldn’t witness the master’s terror firsthand..."
As he flattered, he beca cautious, realizing dicine Monkey Ancient Immortal also carries out tasks through other apprentices, not trusting him entirely! He must be more careful in the future!
Flattering done, he shifted the topic.
"... Master, can humans really not solve this?
"Their mobilization capacity is quite strong."
In the depths of his eyes, dicine Monkey Ancient Immortal was firm in tone.
"Good apprentice, rest assured!
"Even in the Ancient Immortal Dynasty, this thing tornted for decades, the Celestial Palace dispatched nurous disciples, ard with invaluable special dicine, to hunt it down everywhere, yet it still couldn’t be completely wiped out.
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