The next day.
As soon as he opened the door in the morning, he saw William standing at the door. He seemed to have been waiting for a long time. Yarlin looked at William. He looked tired, as if he had not slept well the night before. However, his eyes were bright and full of energy.
Yarlin looked at the corpse that William had dragged out from under the bed. The corpse had been lying there for a night and was already stiff and rotten, emitting a rotten smell.
Yarlin covered his nose and said indifferently, "Think of a way to get rid of the corpse."
William looked at Yarlin's unsurprised expression and felt a chill down his spine. He was secretly glad that he had made the right decision last night.
"I'll take care of it," William replied.
Yarlin looked at William deeply. Unlike before, there was something else in William's eyes other than the usual fear. Even though he had disguised it well, he could not fool Yarlin. He was very familiar with this kind of look. Hidden in the fear was ambition.
"Interesting!" He pursed his lips and smiled meaningfully. He threw the bloodstained money bag back to William. "If you have nothing to do, you can go out for a walk and ask around. Our next stop is Shields Town."
William's body trembled slightly. A perverted excitement appeared on his face. He knew that from this moment on, he had finally gained Yarlin's trust.
Yarlin returned to his room. After a while, Fick rolled up his bedding and yawned as he walked into William's room.
He closed the door and locked it from the inside.
Yarlin drew the curtains and turned on the lights. He carried a toolbox in his hand. It was the legacy of the ship's doctor. At the same time, the transformed bodies crawled out from under the bed and stood side by side in a row.
Opening the toolbox, there were layers of knives of various sizes, some gauze and medicine. Yarlin casually pulled out a three-inch long scalpel that was as thin as a pinky finger.
Gently holding the scalpel, Yarlin stared at the transformed bodies with a strange look. There was still about half a month before the merchant ship arrived at Quarry Town. During this period of time, he had nothing to do. He needed to use this time to test his ability.
The testing process might be simple and crude, but the testing itself was of great significance, and the results required detailed records and feedback.
Yarlin had this idea for a long time. Today, he was finally going to put it into action. Just thinking about it made him excited.
On the retinal imaging, the 3D projection was rotating:
Spiritual Strength 1
Nerve conduction rate 1
Bone hardness 1
Muscle activity 2.2
Blood density flow rate 1
[Incomplete Body — Complete (Progress Bar 1/100)]
Drawing Distribution Points (0)
"The representation of numbers is more accurate. However, it's not enough to stop at the level of numbers. I need a more subjective feeling," Yarlin muttered to himself. A ruthless look flashed in his eyes, and the scalpel made a deep cut on his wrist.
His skin was cut open and blood was dripping. His red and white muscles were torn open inch by inch. The cold scalpel was cruelly close to his bones. Yarlin's forehead was covered in sweat.
It was worth mentioning that he was holding the scalpel with his left hand, so it was his right hand that was cut open.
The left hand was the external manifestation of Asturias' lodging. In a sense, it was the facade of Asturias. Yarlin would have to be out of his mind to destroy that facade. At least for the time being, he had to restrain the thought.
"There are no black threads in the muscles and bones."
Yarlin cruelly spread the muscle tissue with his fingers, exposing the wound to the air. He endured the pain and pressed the back of the scalpel on the muscle.
The back of the scalpel left a mark on the muscle. When the scalpel was removed, it bounced back at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the mark disappeared.
Yarlin picked up a pen and recorded in a notebook. "The muscle is tight and fine. The resistance is sufficient. It's elastic like a rubber band. The scalpel is like cutting a piece of candy. It's abnormally strenuous."
He thought for a moment and stuck the blade vertically into the wound. Then, he exerted force in his muscles. The veins in his muscles tightened, and red fibers expanded in his muscles. It looked like the tentacles of a snail coiled together.
When he let go, the scalpel was clamped tightly by the muscle and stood upright.
The muscles were tightly closed. He could even hear the sound of metal being squeezed and the friction of blood being blocked. The sounds were mixed together and it was very strange.
Yarlin relaxed his attention. The muscles in his arm opened and he held the scalpel in his hand again.
"The muscle fibers are thick and dense. When I concentrate, I can even manipulate and control the micro-muscles. I can heal the wound by myself without the need for needle and thread to stop the bleeding. However, it requires a high degree of concentration, and long-term muscle tension will cause soreness."
Yarlin recorded these subjective feelings and kept them for comparison in future experiments.
"The value of muscle activity affects the strength, elasticity, and density of the muscle." Yarlin fiddled with the muscles in the wound in various ways and carried out all kinds of simple tests he could think of.
"The increase of muscle activity will directly lead to the expansion of the muscle tissue and increase the strength. It will also indirectly increase the flexibility and the speed of wound healing."
Two hours later, Yarlin's right wrist was wrapped in bandages. The blood flow had stopped. The slightly itchy wound seemed to indicate that the underlying muscles had begun to regenerate and heal faster.
"At this speed, the wound will be completely healed in about five days and I will be as good as new." Yarlin estimated the approximate time. It should be known that a normal person would need at least a month to heal a finger-long wound.
"Muscle activity 2.2. The number is only two times the unit 1, but the actual increase is four times that of a normal person."
After noting this in the notebook, Yarlin was deep in thought.
There were no changes in the other data. There was no need to test it for the time being, let alone compare subjective feelings. Yarlin sat by the bed and rested for a while. Then, he ordered one of the transformed bodies to lie flat on the bed.
If he could cut himself without hesitation, Yarlin would be even more merciless to the transformed body. With a flick of his wrist, the scalpel made a twenty-centimeter-long wound on the transformed body's chest.
He roughly peeled off the skin and flesh. When his palm touched the black threads inside, they trembled and bent inwards, spontaneously exposing the entire interior of the chest.
Yarlin stared at the heart that was wrapped in countless black threads. His heart skipped a beat. "This black egg is getting bigger. It's growing!"
At first, Ya Erlin thought that the reincarnated body referred to the living corpse, but now he didn't think so. He realized that the black egg was the reincarnated body, and the living corpse outside was just a disguise. Although this disguise wasn't very successful, it was still a disguise.
Then, here came the problem.
The transformed body he saw now was only in the embryonic development stage. In other words, the seven transformed bodies in his hands were still in the incubation stage.
This was like saying that you had a chicken, but in the end, you only got an egg. You even had to hatch it yourself. Was this cheating?
Yarlin didn't seek an explanation from Astul. It was most likely a waste of breath. What he needed to think about was how to hatch the black egg.
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