By the time the girl left, Dean had finished eating all the mushrooms and mushrooms in his stone trough. The seemingly weedy grass was not as difficult to swallow as he had imagined. The taste was bitter, but it was not rough. It was easy to swallow after chewing it up.
After eating, he leaned against the iron pillar and continued to be in a daze.
Time passed quickly as he was immersed in his thoughts. When Dean felt a little hungry, the cell door opened again. It was the girl in the white dress. Her dress fluttered in the wind. Coupled with her quiet and beautiful face, she looked like an angel. The only thing missing was a pair of wings and a halo.
The girl pushed the dining cart to feed the cage. Her dress seemed to flutter as she walked. Two tiny shadows could be seen on her well-developed breasts, with a different kind of temptation.
However, Dean's taste was biased towards maturity. He had no feeling for this kind of young girl. Especially when he knew the true face hidden under the white dress, he felt even more indifferent and even disgusted.
Just like yesterday, two spoonfuls of broth were scooped into the stone trough.
Dean glanced at it and slowly moved closer to it.
The girl continued to feed the other cages, but skipped Jason.
After the girl left, Dean looked up from the stone trough. The broth in the stone trough was not reduced at all. He just pretended to lie on his stomach, lest the girl saw that he did not eat and cut off his lunch tomorrow.
Although he was ruthless enough, thinking that today's broth might be cooked with human flesh mixed with monster flesh, he felt it difficult to swallow. He was still rational as long as he was not extremely hungry.
"You... don't want to eat?" A voice came from the side.
Dean looked over and saw Jason licking his dry lips, looking at the stone trough in front of him. From time to time, a trace of heat flashed in his eyes.
"Do you want to eat?" Dean looked at him quietly.
The heat in Jason's eyes suddenly dissipated, as if he had sobered up. He hesitated for a moment and said with difficulty: "I, I don't want to eat. I just want to drink some soup. I'm too thirsty. I was injured before, and my body is seriously dehydrated... Can you give me a little?"
Dean was silent. After a long while, he slowly reached out and scooped up a handful of broth from the stone trough. He passed it to Jason through the gap between the iron bars. Jason looked at the broth in Dudian's hands. His eyes flashed a trace of complex color. He whispered "Thank you" and slowly drank the broth faster and faster. Dean could feel his tongue licking the palm of his hand. It was wet and hot, like a dog.
He suddenly felt disgusted, but he didn't move his hand away. He just watched silently, his heart full of bitterness and anger as deep as the sea.
He abandoned his dignity and lived a lowly life just to survive.
Was this the fate of every life that was born to be tormented like this?
If there really was a God, did he create life just to play with it?!
"Thank, thank you!" Jason's words made Dean recollect his thoughts, and the deep anger gradually buried in his chest. Then he once again scooped up a handful of broth and handed it to him. Suddenly he felt like a lake in this mountain, occasionally splashed by the rain from the sky, but eventually returned to silence, as if nothing had happened. He was still looking up at the sky, reflecting its posture.
Who was not like this among all living beings?
Jason's hunger and thirst eased after eating three handfuls of broth. He resisted the urge to refuse as he saw Dean was about to give him more. He said thank you and turned back to the depths of his cage. He leaned against the wall and didn't say a word.
Dean glanced at him, turned his head and picked up the rest of the broth, throwing it into the stone trough on the other side of the cage. The shadow in the cage was immediately attracted by the broth and rushed over to lick it. With the help of the light, Dean saw its appearance clearly. It was a wolf-like monster, but it had three tails. The hair on the tail was thicker, and at the tip of the tail was a sharp horn. Moreover, under its abdomen, there was a carapace-like fine strange limbs that coiled around each other. It seemed to be a hidden attack weapon.
Soon, the monster finished licking the broth in the stone trough. It looked up at Dudian. Its green fluorescent eyes had a bit of human light. It let out a low roar.
Dean smiled, grabbed the meat from the stone trough, and threw it over.
The monster immediately caught it with its mouth and ate it.
Dean gave it the broth and a few pieces of meat in the stone trough. After the monster finished eating, it still looked at Dean eagerly. When Dean said "no more", it was still unmoved. Until Dean did not throw it anymore, it turned its head and shrank back to the corner.
The next day.
The girl came to the cell again and gave Dean and Jason weeds and mushrooms for lunch.
"Where is our companion? He was taken out by your father. Why hasn't he come back yet?" Dean took the opportunity to ask her.
"It's none of your business." The girl glanced at him and walked away.
Seeing that he could not get any information, Dean frowned slightly, but did not ask any more questions.
This continued for four or five days. Every day, Dean only ate weeds and mushroom vegetables at noon, and the broth in the evening was all given to the monster next to him. The monster, who had been eating his meat soup for a few days, had obviously changed its attitude towards Dean. When it had nothing to do, it would lean on the iron pillar next to Dean. Dean boldly reached out to stroke its hair, but it did not resist.
"Look at your appearance, you are also an unlucky guy that was caught. Your body has been transformed into this strange appearance." After a few days of observation, Dean had seen the fine carapace tissue under the monster's abdomen. It should be from an aquatic monster or a sea monster. It obviously did not match the monster's body, but it still grew in its abdomen.
The three-tailed wolf whimpered as if it was responding to Dean.
Dean sighed. He thought that Boro knew about cloning and organ transplantation. He must have mastered a lot of technology from the old era. He did not know the reason why it betrayed the empire.
The next morning.
The cell was pushed open. Boro walked in with a tired face. He glanced at Dean and Jason: "You, come with me." He helped Dean open the iron lock of the cage.
Dean was startled. He did not expect that it would be his turn so soon. He could not help but look at Jason. He thought that Jason would be in front of him.
"Are you going to do an experiment?" Dean stood up and asked.
Boluo nodded slightly.
"What experiment? I have entered a relic from the old era. I found a lot of ancient books and learned some things. Maybe they can help you. "Dean said.
Boro gave him a look and shook his head. "You wouldn't understand even if I told you. In terms of biological research on the human body, I've long surpassed the olden era. The information in the ruins isn't of much use to me. It really is laughable when I think about it. The olden era humans have developed for so long, their technology in other areas so advanced that it's unimaginable, yet they still haven't made any progress in the field of the human body. Even an organ transplant is a rather difficult experiment, let alone cloning or genetic modification."
Dudian was startled. He didn't expect the old man to know so much about the old era. Thinking of the microscope, he suddenly realized that the latter was once a king. Judging from the size of the Shenluo Empire, how many relics were hidden in it? Boro must have seen a lot of items in the relics. Although his understanding of the old era was not as good as Dean's, but it was not much worse.
"The environment is different. The focus is naturally different." Dean explained: "The environment in the old era was comfortable. Not like now. We have to rely on our fists and feet to fight the monsters. So the natural development is different."
Boro looked at him with interest. "That's true, but the true reason is because of us humans — hypocrisy! The pedantic humans in the old era advocated the idea of humanism. Not to mention using the human body as experimental material. Even monkeys and orangutans with human genes would be banned from the experiment! How slow is the progress of the experiment under such circumstances? How much time does it take to change different materials and repeatedly adjust the experiment? "
"There is no other way. If it was allowed to kill their compatriots then they would have self-destructed." Dean frowned.
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