This device was just created by Xi Tong. It mainly stimulates the body through a specific frequency of current, just like the electric shock she previously gave Fang Er. However, this one had a much lower power. Even so, it left Yuan Tiangang so intoxicated that he couldn't stop.
Only after the battery was depleted did Yuan Tiangang let out a satisfied groan. "Oh... hiss..." "So comfortable!" "This humble Taoist has never been so comfortable!"
Sun Simiao curiously took his pulse again and his eyes widened in disbelief. "This... This is impossible!" "In such a short time, the old fellow's vital essence and spirit have changed so much!"
Yuan Tiangang stroked his bald head, sitting up from the bed in excitement. The needle marks all over his body made him gasp, but they couldn't dampen his desire to show off. "Hahahaha!" "Sun old man, amazing, right? This humble Taoist also feels it's amazing!"
Seeing Sun Simiao's gaze fixated on the device, he snatched it up with lightning speed, hugging it like a treasure. With a wicked grin, he said, "Hehehehe, this thing belongs to this old Taoist now!" "Want to feel good?" "You have to beg me..." "If you beg me, I'll make you feel good..." "It will absolutely be a sensation that makes you soar to the heavens!"
Sun Simiao's face darkened, a sudden urge to strangle him on the spot surging within him. Infinite heavens, this fellow's Taoist heart is truly warped! More warped than Old Master Li Jiu's precious treasure!
He pushed Yuan Tiangang back onto the bed, pulling out a scalpel from his pocket. "Come, come!" "This humble Taoist suspects your brain has been fried, let me cut it open to see!" "Hey, you, please go to number 96 and invite Senior Hua Tuo." He winked at Leng Nuan and, holding the scalpel, moved towards Yuan Tiangang's head.
Old Yuan was stunned! "Good heavens, fellow Taoist, fellow Taoist, spare me!" "This humble Taoist was just joking, don't, don't, don't really cut!" "The scalp is different from the foreskin, cutting it wrong can be fatal..."
Sun Simiao chuckled coldly, "What's the difference?" "Doesn't it all cover the head?" "Don't worry, this humble Taoist's medical skills have improved recently, I've wanted to try cranial surgery for a while!" "Your constitution is just right for me to practice on..."
Fang Er, standing by, was roaring with laughter. It really took Old Man Sun to handle this! Look at Yuan Tiangang now, he's so cowardly...
But the next second, he froze! He saw a drop of water appear in the middle of the only pair of shorts Yuan Tiangang was wearing. The wet patch quickly expanded outwards. A pungent smell of urine soon filled the entire workshop.
Damn it! He peed himself from fright?!
Sun Simiao, seeing him suddenly freeze mid-laugh, quickly followed his gaze. When he saw the scene, he was dumbfounded. "No way?" "No way?" "Yuan the Great, you peed yourself from fright?"
Yuan Tiangang also felt something was wrong. He propped himself up with his hands and looked down. A map had appeared on his shorts... His eyes bulged like ox eyes, and he couldn't utter a single word. "Ga..." His mouth twisted, and he fainted on the spot...
"Good heavens, Old Sun, quickly check! Is True Man Yuan dead?" Fang Er was startled and rushed over to inspect. Sun Simiao placed his hand on Yuan Tiangang's pulse and felt it for a moment, then winked at Fang Er with a smile. Fang Er immediately understood. This old fellow... was faking it...
However, he also regained his senses. Given Yuan Tiangang's temperament, it was impossible for him to wet himself from fright. This was likely a side effect of the electric stimulation, though it was unknown how long it would last.
Leng Nuan and Chonglou discreetly retreated back into the room. Getting involved in such matters too much could lead to their demise! That old man on the bed was no trivial figure... Hadn't they heard the rumors in the research institute these days? This guy was Superhuman Bomb!
Fang Er casually took out a new pair of shorts and threw them at Yuan Tiangang, then chuckled at Sun Simiao. "Old Sun, want to go for a drink?" "Let's go!" Sun Simiao nodded in perfect cooperation, and then the two of them walked out as if nothing had happened.
As their footsteps gradually faded away, Yuan Tiangang finally opened his eyes. His old face was flushed with shame. He picked up the new pair of shorts. But when he saw what was beneath the wet shorts, he immediately cursed. "Heavenly wrath!" "Where are my hairs..." "Everyone has hairs..." "My hairs are gone..." "If this gets out, how will I face anyone..." "No, this must not get out!"
He quickly put on the dry shorts, endured the pain on his skin, and jumped out of bed. Limping to the side, he rummaged through his discarded clothes and found two packets of black powder. He sprinkled them evenly on the shorts, lit a cigar, and poked it into the powder. "Chiss..." A puff of white smoke rose, and the shorts had successfully completed their mission.
After doing all this, his gaze suddenly fell upon the inner room. He clearly remembered that the two tattoo artists had gone in there just now! They must have heard his voice! No! He had to silence them...
But when he reached the doorway, Yuan Tiangang stopped. His expression was conflicted, like someone suffering from ten years of constipation. Infinite heavens, this humble Taoist cannot bring himself to do it...
In the room, Leng Nuan and Chonglou, hearing the approaching footsteps, trembled in the corner, terrified. Oh heavens! That old beast is coming... What should we do... Someone save us two poor children...
Just then, Wang Xuance appeared at the doorway, followed by several foreigners. "Leng Nuan, Chonglou!" "Hurry out to greet the guests!" "Prepare your wrenches and pliers, it's time for work!" Yuan Tiangang froze, his face filled with regret.
Meanwhile, Leng Nuan and Chonglou inside, as if hearing heavenly music, immediately pushed open the door and rushed out. "Coming, coming!"