A Master's Type Moon Event Book

Chapter 310: Frankenstein

The next morning, the fog dissipated a lot, and the tall buildings in the distance could barely be seen.

Li Xiang looked around vigilantly.

His perception has returned to normal again, although there are still some unsmooth places.

"According to Jekyll's information, an hour ago, one of his assistants in Soho, London lost contact, so we need to check the situation."

Mordred talked about the situation, and was woken up early in the morning, which made her a little unhappy.

"That guy has a lot of assistants in London. According to him, it's his intelligence network. I don't know what a half-baked magician is doing with these things."

"Jekyll is a famous scholar and pharmacist, so it's normal to have so many friends." Li Xiang said that in the past, generally speaking, famous doctors and pharmacists had a very wide network of contacts.One or two can be seen from many fantasy, and the same is true in modern times.

"Who is his assistant?" Because there was still some distance to go, Li Xiang continued to ask.

"Victor Frankenstein."

"Frankenstein? Frankenstein?" Li Xiang asked in surprise when he suddenly heard this familiar name.

"I don't know if a weirdo is not a weirdo. Jekyll said he was a scientist and a magician."

How strange.

Another character appeared.

Frankenstein, from the novel "Frankenstein", is a mad scientist who is famous for creating man-made monsters.

The four-star crazy Frankenstein known as Kenniang in the game is the monster created by him.

Soon a white research building appeared in front of the three of them.

Mordred kicked open the iron gate, and a loud sound echoed in the small courtyard, but no one responded.

When Li Xiang entered the hall, the scene was a bit messy, as if no one took care of it, except for the dining table in the middle, which looked tidy, and in other corners, all kinds of books were placed everywhere.

He picked it up and flipped through a few pages, all of which were knowledge about the human body that he couldn't understand.

"The breath of the dead." Alley raised her head, as if seeing the dead Frankenstein through the ceiling.

Hearing this, Li Xiang immediately walked towards the second floor.

"is it here?"

"Ah."

Li Xiang pushed open the door and saw Frankenstein lying on the ground.

His chest was blood red.

"One hit kills."

Li Xiang squatted down and checked, but found no other wounds except his chest.

"It's dead, what should I do now?"

"What can we do?" Mordred raised his eyebrows and said with a familiar look, "Go back."

Li Xiang stood up, a trace of pity flashed in his pupils.

"Take his body and let Jekyll bury it."

As he said that, the magic circuit was opened, and the magic power turned into floating clouds, slowly lifting Frankenstein's body up.

"You guys are not bad." Mordred turned and walked out the door.

At this moment, there was a knocking sound in the next room, as if someone was knocking on the door.

The three stopped immediately.

"Jekyll said, besides Frankenstein, is there anyone else?" Li Xiang looked back at the door, but there was no tremor, indicating that it was not a knock on the door, but a voice from inside the room.

"No." Mordred took out the magic sword, murderous, "So, they are enemies, let me end them."

"wait a moment."

Before Li Xiang finished speaking, Mordred had already rushed into the room.

He sighed, and as he entered, there was nothing else but a coffin.

Li Xiang suddenly thought that this is Frankenstein's room, so the thing or person in the coffin is...Mother Ken?

"Don't do it." He quickly stopped Mordred.

Mordred kept the posture of the giant sword, turned his head, and asked, "What's wrong? The coffin looks abnormal? I suspect it's a vampire or something."

Li Xiang shook his head.

This is a world of magic, and everything should be about magic.

How can a vampire lock himself in a coffin?

"There is no fluctuation of magic power."

Li Xiang walked in front of the coffin, and the coffin board was shaking constantly, as if someone was knocking hard or trying to push it away.

But all sides of the coffin were locked with steel nails.