Constructing-Style Wizard

Chapter 391: 139. Thatched Toilet with Lamp_3

Hudson’s excitement successfully stirred up the emotions of the exploration team members.

They clamored to experience the huge difference brought by the barrier between them and the noise, one wall apart.

The novel experience of hearing the noise just by sticking their heads out, and getting rid of the noise just by retracting their heads, was incredibly thrilling, as if they were repeatedly probing the edge of death…

It could be described as playing with fire in a powder keg, to describe their adventurous behavior.

Miss Esme Smith did not stop the actions of the team members.

She took out her notebook and began to seriously record the experimental data, directing the exploration team members to carry out the experiments.

When it came to experimentation at sea, she was as passionate as her team of explorers.

Derek Davis coughed lightly, interrupting Miss Esme Smith’s operation, asking if they should move the ship away from the Eastern Region No.117, where the cargo ship was.

After thinking for a few seconds, Esme Smith gave a negative response.

“There’s no need to worry about the Imperial soldiers aboard the cargo ship catching up, Derek. Those who forcibly move in the Lost Sea Fog, whether people or ships, will be permanently lost and never be able to leave the fog. Besides, we have to wait here for the assistance sent by the Alchemy Cathedral.”

Derek thought about it and simply had his team members help the research team with their experiments at sea.

Noland Lee, avoiding the lively outer corridor, came to the quieter corridor near the stern of the ship.

He squinted at the grey mist in front of him, carefully observing every detail of the fog.

Ripples, fragmentation, floating…

The strange fog constantly changed its posture in the air but never drifted in the direction of the exploration ship.

in Eastern Region No.117, but Noland Lee

extraordinary

to himself, and threw

[System Message:]

the deconstruction technique

energy points, allowing the degree

“10 billion…”

Lee’s mouth twitched, dispelling the

would not cause any negative effects, or else he would have to spend 100 billion for harmless deconstruction

his chin, pondering for a

of the investigation team members, sticking his

the grey fog, he felt a refreshingly chilly sensation, like fine rain splashing on

difficulty in breathing; there was air

peoples” shadows, he could hear the voices

arm into the fog and threw a heavy

Lee’s mind did

The punch missed.

Lee took a lighter out of his backpack, and clicked it on

to see the

he was destined to

of gray mist passed through

air in

shielded the alien space noise with his “Soul Shield” while trying to

deconstructing the noise of outer space,

It was just too unpleasant

was curious about why a dial-up modem sound would appear in the noise of outer

wouldn’t risk being harmed by

the fog, it wasn’t too late to