Chapter 66 Virus Hunter
This choice of location has nothing to do with hobbies or anonymity.
It is that the virus used for research in the stronghold came from this tomb whose age is unknown and whose origin cannot be traced.
To be more precise, it was the body collected from the coffin.
The man in the black suit looked at Sambika who was concentrating on mixing the potion on the screen. After a moment, he looked away and turned to the screen in the middle.
The picture on the screen is facing the inside of the coffin.
The emerald-green, brand-new upholstery almost covered the entire bottom of the coffin.
On the mat, there lay a strange-looking mummy.
The left half of the mummy's body, after a long period of natural dehydration, shows the characteristics of dark brown skin and dry flesh.
However, the right half of the mummy's body is completely different.
Perhaps it can no longer be said to be a mummy...
The right half of the body still has distinctive muscle tissue, and even blood vessels are vaguely visible.
· To say that it is similar to a mummy, it is that the muscle tissue that still seems to have residual moisture seems to come from an old man, so that the skin texture is like withered tree bark.
The skin and flesh are dry on one side and blood vessels are visible on the other.
It is as if two different corpses were sewn together.
The man in a black suit stared at the corpse on the screen, his eyes filled with thoughts that looked like flames.
Using the amplification ability of "Condensation", one can see wisps of tobacco-like black air lingering between the corpse and the doils, and slowly floating near the coffin mouth.
The researchers who were busy around them could not see the black gas in the coffin from the beginning to the end.
But the virus extracted from the corpse made them intoxicated.
There are some things that cannot be explained by science, but they definitely break into their cognition.
The man in the black suit glanced at the busy researchers, then turned and left.
"How's the progress?"
The man in the black suit asked the men following him as he walked.
Upon hearing this, the subordinate quickly replied: "The problem of OG's infectivity has not yet been solved, but we have a clue. It is that there are not enough 'white mice' in the cocoon room. The pharmacist has been asking for additional experimental animals as soon as possible."
The subordinate said: "I didn't mention the quantity, I just said the more the better."
"It's a good thing he's so open-minded."
The man in the black suit frowned and said coldly: "Don't you know how much a piglet can be sold for if you dissect it? The last time the lion asked for twenty, he even asked for matching blood types. Because of this poor request, the supply and demand of blood packs almost couldn't keep up."
His subordinates lowered their heads and lowered their eyebrows, not daring to speak.
The man in the black suit snorted coldly, and then thought about the priority of this matter. No matter how resentful he was, he could only endure it.
"Go and apply for the transfer of goods now, and give the reason. If the boss pays enough attention to this matter, he should get some from the "dining table"."
"Yes."
Hearing this, his subordinates immediately went to do this.
The man in the black suit came to a tomb alone.
This place can no longer be called a tomb.
The original burial objects and even the things on the niches were all cleaned up.
Instead are piped light fixtures, and glassware filled with liquid one after another.
In the light green liquid are various tissues and organs of the human body.
——
It is night.
Shanni Village, in a house made of mud and tiles, has only four walls and only a bed, table and other furniture.
On the bed placed against the wall, a boy about eight or nine years old was lying.
The boy's face was pale, his eyes were closed, his breathing was particularly rapid, and his small chest was rising and falling.
His exposed skin could be seen to be dry and dull everywhere, as if someone had sewn up pieces of aging skin.
Beside the bed, stood an older boy, looking at the boy on the bed with a worried expression.
Only the boy's right cheek and two fingers seemed to have had all cell activity taken away, and they looked dull and shriveled.
Across the bed, Sambika put the collected medicinal materials into the mortar. He did not mash them immediately, but stretched out his right hand to cover the mouth of the mortar.
Tick tock, tick tock...
The blood directly burst the skin of Sambika's palm and dripped onto the medicinal materials.
A few seconds passed, and the wound on the palm healed automatically.
Sambika took back her hand and looked at the shimmering blood, which was seeping into the medicinal materials at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Her blood can enhance the efficacy of medicinal materials and improve their neutralization.
This has a unique advantage in making potions.
Dong, dong...
Sambika picked up the pestle and pounded the medicinal materials in the mortar.
"For the time being, we can only suppress the replication speed of the virus, but that won't work... Lieta won't last long."
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Sambika was thinking in her heart while making the medicine.
If you don't have enough time, you can only risk using your abilities...
Outside the mud house.
Morrow leaned against the outer wall, a trace of doubt flashing across his brows.
Is it because vigilance is poor, or is it too focused?
He followed him all the way from the forest, and he was somewhat worried that "Jue" would not be able to reach his level of cultivation, and would be discovered by the other party.
However, the other party seemed to be preoccupied and did not notice his presence at all.
Having followed him into this mud-tiled house, the other party's vigilance became even worse.
Morrow even doubted that even if he used "Tangle", he would not be discovered by the woman in the room.
"I feel so weak..."
Morrow thought to himself.
Since I have never seen the opponent release "Lian", I cannot judge the approximate level of the opponent.
But judging from the accuracy of "winding", it is obvious that the basic skills are not bad.
It's a non-combat type, I guess...
Among those who have abilities, there are always those who don't put the "focus of their abilities" on combat.
Even among the twelve earthly branches of the Hunter Association, there are non-combat types like Qiduo.
However, this is the first time that Moro has encountered a person with such weak telekinesis ability in terms of senses only...
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Plit Town.
At night, many places in the town are brightly lit.
Places such as bars and casinos are basically bustling with people.
This place, like a gold mine, continuously produces profits, so naturally there is a place to spend money.
Hisoka walked on the street and glanced at the pubs along the street.
DiDi.
The cell phone in his hand rang.
Hisoka picked up the phone and clicked a few times with his fingers.
As a prompt box pops up indicating that the transfer was successful, the originally wealthy account suddenly bottomed out.
In order to find out Moreau's whereabouts as quickly as possible, Hisoka spent all his savings over the years.
But Hisoka didn't care.
"A year of cold war..."
Hisoka squinted his eyes slightly, but he was not in a hurry to find Moreau, but walked towards the casino in the distance.
The money is basically spent, so I have to save some.
Otherwise, if Moreau were to run away again, he wouldn’t even have the money to pursue him by means of transportation.
That would be quite troublesome.
(End of this chapter)