There were all kinds of experimental equipment in the laboratory, such as gauges, flasks, titration tubes, scales, glimmering hourglasses, and so on. Of course, there was also the microscope that Dean cared about the most.
"Did you buy all of these from a black shop?" Dean asked.
The black sorcerer nodded.
Dean picked up a few experimental instruments that he couldn't recognize and asked the black sorcerer about their uses. The black sorcerer answered them one by one in a low voice. His face regained his confidence. In this field of experiments, he was a professional. Moreover, as a black sorcerer who studied the art of life, he had a sense of superiority in his bones like other people in the same field. Even in the face of the strong abyss, his heart was filled with disdain.
Dean turned around and found that the instruments in the laboratory were used for biological and chemical research. He was very satisfied because it saved him a lot of time. He immediately came to the microscope, took out a drop of his blood as a sample, and carefully observed it under the microscope.
The black sorcerer looked at Dean who was concentrating on looking at the microscope. His eyes flashed slightly, and there was a hint of killing intent in his eyes. But when his eyes swept to the end of Dean's spine, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes. He didn't know whether Dean was testing him again, but he estimated that this was not the best time to assassinate him. Because soon, Dean would be shocked by this great magic tool and exclaim.
He was waiting.
However, after waiting for a moment, Dean seemed to be asleep, motionless, still concentrating on looking at the microscope.
He frowned slightly, and there was some entanglement in his heart. He felt that he couldn't figure out Dean's thoughts.
Ten minutes later, Dean slowly raised his head. His expression was uncertain. Sometimes he was shocked, and sometimes he was confused. If it wasn't for the previous repeated confirmation, he would really suspect that he was mistaken!
The general composition of blood mainly consisted of blood cells and plasma. But in his blood, in addition to these two basic substances, there was also a type of tiny cell. It was light black, and the cell was not round. Instead, it was bullet-shaped and extremely sharp. As it flowed, it pierced into the blood cells and fused with them, just like the fusion of sperm and eggs! After accepting the light black cone-shaped cell, the color of the blood cell became darker, and a black outline could be seen inside, as if it was breeding something. The color of the blood cell also changed, and sharp black thorns slowly grew on the surface, like a sea urchin.
One after another, the blood cells were penetrated by the cone cells and fused with each other like a virus.
The speed was medium. Dean could not help but think of his body. At this moment, the blood in his body was fusing with the black cones. His body was constantly undergoing changes that were difficult to be seen by the naked eye!
This feeling made his scalp go numb, and his heart was filled with panic. No matter who it was, when they felt that they were changing uncontrollably, they would be afraid — afraid that they would lose themselves!
However, these black cones were only the mysterious third substance that made up his blood. He found that the composition of his blood was also very different from that of a normal human. His blood contained a small amount of plasma protein, but a large amount of hydrochloric acid.
In other words, the substance could not be called hydrochloric acid. Salts and acids were only the main components of it. In addition, there were other substances that he could not identify. All of these combined made the hydrochloric acid in the plasma extremely corrosive, even more terrifying than sulfuric acid. However, the amazing thing was that the hydrochloric acid in the blood did not corrode the glass he used to extract the blood.
Rather than saying it was corrosive, it was more accurate to say that it was engulfing. This characteristic had no effect on inanimate objects, but to other lifeforms, it was a fatal poison!
"Is this the aftereffect of the Crimson Moon experiments? Could it be the Desolate God's substance? " Dean's eyes flashed. After thinking for a moment, he turned to look at the black mage beside him. "Call in one of your guards."
The black mage was slightly startled. He did not know what Dean's intention was, but he still left the laboratory and summoned a guard near the cloister.
The guard wearing a black robe entered the laboratory. He lifted the hood of his head, revealing a snow-white face. It turned out to be an extremely beautiful woman wearing crystal pendant earrings. She had an elegant temperament. She quickly glanced at the scene in the laboratory and was somewhat puzzled. She bowed her head and said to the black mage: "Sir, what can I do for you?"
The black mage looked at Dean.
Dean got up from the chair in front of the microscope and slowly walked in front of the snow-white beautiful woman. He said: "Raise your hand."
The woman was slightly surprised. She looked at the black mage next to her. The latter nodded slightly, indicating that he would obey.
The woman did not dare to ask more. She raised her slender hand. There was a string of shiny bracelets hanging on her snow-white wrist.
Dean's face was indifferent. He reached out to hold her hand. When the woman blushed, his finger moved.
"Ah!" The woman let out a soft cry. She saw that Dean's palm had retracted. There was a bloodstain on her palm.
She looked up blankly at the tall and handsome Dean in front of her. Her face showed a look of grievance.
Dean raised his hand as if he did not hear anything. He raised his other hand. The nails on his other hand rose by several inches. He gently cut a wound on his finger and squeezed it hard. Soon, a few drops of blood fell along the wound and fell on the woman's palm.
Dean put the cut finger in his mouth and sucked it slightly. When he took it out again, the wound on his finger had healed. At this time, the woman suddenly screamed in pain. Her body bent down and she took two steps back. White smoke rose from the wound on her palm.
She wanted to withdraw her hand and knead it, but Dean quickly grabbed her wrist and brought it to his face. He carefully stared at it.
The woman felt the burning pain in her palm. She was terrified. She knew that the black mage was doing experiments all year round. Although Dean was wearing linen clothes, his temperament was extraordinary. Naturally, she would not treat him as an ordinary person. Moreover, from the performance of the black mage, it was likely that he was in the same profession. They were experimenting on her! Thinking of the terrible experiments of the black mage, she could not help but struggle violently. She wanted to withdraw her hand.
Dean slightly frowned and raised his hand.
Puff!
The woman's hand was broken from the elbow. The cut surface of the wound was smooth.
The woman fell back. Seeing the beautiful broken hand held by Dean, she suddenly screamed.
Dean turned back to the microscope. He adjusted the distance of the microscope. Then he put the woman's broken hand under the microscope and observed it from the microscopic world.
He was stunned by what he saw.
After a moment, he slowly raised his head. There was no shock on his face. Everything was as he thought. The woman's hand only confirmed his speculation. His blood could devour the cells of other creatures!
Simply put, for other creatures, his blood was equivalent to sulfuric acid!
If he did not cut off the woman's hand and let his blood corrode it, her life would end here. It was only a matter of time.
"Is this the God's Blood made by Crimson Moon?" Dean's face changed. Even he felt horrified. Just a drop of blood was enough to be fatal.
While he was thinking, the snow-white broken hand beside the microscope quickly rotted and dried up. The surface emitted more white smoke. The festering area expanded from the palm to the whole palm and quickly extended to the wrist.
The black mage was dumbfounded. He could roughly guess the reason, but he could not believe it.
After a moment, the beautiful broken hand completely rotted. Even the bones became incomparably black. The bones were sticky with black and shiny mucus. It was crooked, like a few black leeches lying on it.
The snow-white crystal bracelet hung intact on the wrist bone. It was particularly eye-catching.
Dean also noticed this change. He did not expect that in just ten minutes, a few drops of his blood could burn the arm of a Limitless. He saw the pure black and crystal mucus. He took out a pair of tweezers, pried a little of it, and smeared it on a piece of glass. He took it under the microscope to observe.
Just as he thought, the black mucus was indeed the black cone-shaped substance in the blood. These cone-shaped cells were like black holes, swallowing all the cells in the woman's severed hand without leaving any residue behind. It was as if all the swallowed cells had been transported to another world.
Seeing this, Dean felt goosebumps all over his body. He could not help but look at the few drops of blood he had taken out earlier. The color of the blood was dry and black, just like the black mucus!
"Could it be that I will eventually be swallowed by this thing?" Dean was scared. He took the few drops of blood and continued to observe.
Soon, he found that his blood was different from the black mucus on the woman's hand. His blood still maintained the appearance of blood cells, but the red blood cells and platelets in these blood cells had been swallowed. The blood cells were like black sea urchins, covered with sharp thorns. They looked like very dangerous viruses.
Dean frowned. He cut his palm and observed it under the microscope.
Half an hour later, he was relieved. Although the blood in his wound was constantly swallowed and turned into a strange black sea urchin-like appearance, the mutated blood would still mix with the oxygen in the air and bring vitality to the body.
He knew that the blood in his body would mutate sooner or later, but he did not know what he would become after the mutation.
Perhaps Crimson Moon also did not know this change.
The black magician looked at Dean studying his body. His face was strange, and his narrow eyes flashed with deep fear. He felt that Dean was more like a monster than him.
The woman with the broken hand shrank by the door and did not shout. She knew that doing so would only make her die faster. After all, the patience of a superior would never be used on a lowly person like her, unless there was an ulterior motive.
After midnight, Dean had a good understanding of his blood. He continued to collect samples from his body, such as his frozen right arm.
Now his right arm was no longer frozen and returned to the appearance of a normal person's arm. It seemed that the cold in his arm had been digested, and his arm had regained feeling. Through the microscope, Dean found that there was no difference in the structure of his right arm and his left arm. The frozen right arm that had troubled him for many years was magically solved after Crimson Moon's experiment.
Dean tried to find his magic marks to observe, but he could not find any magic marks on his whole body, so he could only give up.
"A microscope alone is not enough. I can't even detect the mitochondria. It seems that more advanced instruments are needed." Dean sat in front of the microscope. The biggest gain tonight was to understand the changes in his blood, so he was mentally prepared.
"Sir, it's almost dawn," the black magician whispered.
Dean recovered from his thoughts and glanced at him. "Don't sleep today. Accompany me to the black shop."
The black magician was startled and quickly said, "Sir, the black shop usually opens at night."
"Then accompany me to go shopping," Dean said indifferently.
The black magician slightly opened his mouth and finally agreed with a wry smile.
The woman who shrank by the door could not help but be stunned when she heard the words of the two. She looked at Dean in a daze. She did not expect that the black magician, who was like a demon in her mind, would actually call this young man "sir".
Dean was about to go out and noticed the woman who was in a daze by the door. He slightly frowned and said, "Go and bandage the wound. Don't let it get infected."
The woman was stunned. She did not expect Dean to care about her. She was a little touched in her heart. She knew that her hand was cut off by the young man in front of her, but she was still inexplicably touched when she heard his words of concern.
But soon, she calmed down and hurriedly promised.
Dean opened the door and gestured to the black magician. "Go in front."
The corner of the black magician's mouth twitched slightly. He wanted to secretly signal the woman to send a message when he went out, but now it seemed that it would not work.
After walking out of the underground laboratory, Dean did not return to his room. At the moment, the sky was still dark. There was still more than an hour before dawn. He followed the black mage to his room and asked him to take out some gold coins. Then he asked about the purchase of equipment in the black shop. He found out that it was not gold coins, but the exclusive transaction currency of the Darkness Temple, black gold.
Black gold was a special metal that was refined by a special dark wizard. It was circulated in the black shop as a currency. It was very hard and more expensive than gold.
"Black gold can be exchanged with points and magic tools. Gold coins can also be exchanged. The exchange rate of gold coins is 10: 1. Ten gold coins can be exchanged for one black gold. The 'See the Mirror' that the elder used just now costs 90,000 black gold. It is equivalent to 900,000 gold coins. It is enough to buy half of the street's property." The black magician introduced to Dean.
Dean asked, "How much is the Bourne family's property worth?"
The black magician was surprised, "Do you want to sell all the property of the Barritt family?"
"Answer what I ask. Don't you have a long memory?" Dean frowned.
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