the next day.

As soon as the door opened in the morning, he saw William standing at the door. It seemed that he had been waiting for a long time. Yaerlin looked at William. The other party's face was a little tired. It seemed that he hadn't slept well all night.

Yaerlin looked at the corpse that William had dragged out from under the bed. The corpse had been stiff and rotten all night, exuding a corpse stench.

Yaerlin covered his nose and said indifferently, "Find a way to get rid of the corpse."

William looked at Yaerlin's unsurprising expression from beginning to end, and his heart was awe-inspiring, secretly glad that he made the right decision last night.

"I'll take care of it," William replied.

Yaerlin took a deep look at William. Unlike before, there was something else in William's eyes besides the fear he should have. Although he disguised well, he still couldn't hide it from Yaerlin. Familiar with this look, there is ambition buried in fear.

"It's interesting!" He smiled meaningfully with the corners of his mouth squinting, and threw the blood-stained money bag back to William, "If you have nothing to do, you can go out for a walk and ask. Our next stop is Shields Town."

William's whole body was slightly excited, and a perverted excitement appeared on his face. He knew that it was not until this moment that he was truly trusted by Yaerlin.

Arlin went back to his room, and after a while, Fick walked into William's room with his bedclothes rolled up and yawning.

Close the door and lock it from the inside.

Yaerlin closed the curtains and turned on the light. He was carrying a toolbox in his hand, which was the legacy left by the ship's doctor. At the same time, one after another of transformations crawled out from under the bed and stood side by side in a row.

Opening the box, there were some large and small knives, some gauze and potions stacked inside, and Yaerlin took out a 3-inch-long little finger-thin scalpel.

Holding the scalpel lightly, Yaerlin stared at the transformation body with strange eyes. There was still about half a month before the caravan's ships arrived at Quarry Town. This time was free and he needed to make use of it. ability to do a test.

The testing process may be simple and rough, but the testing itself is of great significance, and the results require detailed records and feedback.

Yaerlin has had this idea for a long time, and he is finally going to put it into action today. Thinking about it, he is a little excited.

On retinal imaging, the 3d projection is rotating:

Mental Strength 1

Nerve conduction rate 1

Bone hardness 1

Muscle activity 2.2

Blood density flow rate 1

Incomplete body - complete body (progress bar 1/100)

Draw allotment points (0)

"The representation of numbers is more precise. However, it is not enough to just stay at the digital level. It also requires a more subjective feeling." Yaerlin said to himself, his eyes flashed fiercely, and the scalpel was deep on his wrist. A deep cut.

The skin was cut open, blood dripping, the red and white muscles were split inch by inch, the cold scalpel was cruelly close to the bones, and Yaerlin's forehead was full of sweat.

What is worth mentioning is that he pinched the knife with his left hand and opened it with his right hand.

The left hand is the external manifestation of Astur Bader's boarding house. In a sense, it is the facade of Astur Bader. Yaerlin will only destroy his facade when his brain is broken. At least, in a short time, this idea He also needs restraint.

"There is no black thread in the muscles and bones."

Yaerlin brutally opened up the muscle tissue with his fingers, exposing the wound to the air. He endured the pain and pressed the back of the knife on the muscle.

The back of the knife pressed an imprint on the muscle, and when the knife was taken out, it bounced back at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the imprint disappeared.

Yaerlin picked up the pen and recorded in the notebook: "The muscles are tight and dense, with sufficient resistance, and the elasticity is like a rubber band. The cutting with the blade is like cutting on brown sugar, which is extremely laborious."

After thinking about it, he stuck the blade vertically on the wound, and then the muscles exerted force. You could see that the texture of the muscle was tightened, and strips of red fibers stretched in the muscle, which looked like the tentacles of a snail were tied together. .

Let go, the blade is clamped by the muscle and stand vertically.

The muscles are tightly closed, and you can even hear the "zilla" sound of the metal being squeezed, and the friction sound of the blood being blocked. The sounds are mixed together, which is very strange.

Yaerlin relaxed his attention, opened his arm muscles, and held the scalpel in his hand again.

"Muscle fibers are thick and dense, and when you are fully focused, you can even manipulate and control the micro-muscles. You can heal the wound by yourself without needing needles and sutures to achieve the purpose of hemostasis, but it requires a high degree of concentration, and prolonged muscle tension will lead to soreness. "

Yallin recorded these subjective feelings in order to save them as a comparison for future experiments.

"The value of muscle activity affects the strength, elasticity, and density of the muscle." Yarlin fiddled with the wounded muscles in various ways, performing all kinds of simple tests he could think of.

"The increase in muscle activity will directly lead to muscle tissue growth, strength growth, and indirect increase in flexibility, as well as the speed of wound healing."

Two hours later, Yaerlin was wrapped in a bandage on his right wrist, the blood flow had stopped, and the slightly itchy wound seemed to indicate that the underlying muscles had begun to grow again, accelerating the healing process.

"At this speed, the wounds can be fully healed in about 5 days~lightnovelpub.net~returned as before." Yaerlin guessed the approximate time, knowing that it takes at least a month for a normal person to have a long and deep incision. heal.

"Muscle activity 2.2 is only 2 times the unit of 1, but the actual increase rate is indeed 4 times that of normal people."

Marking this entry on the notebook, Yaerlin pondered.

There was no change in the other data, and there was no need for a test for the time being, let alone a comparison of subjective feelings. After Yaerlin sat beside the bed to rest for a while, he ordered one of the transformants to lie flat on the bed.

He was able to draw a knife without hesitation for himself, and he was even less soft when it came to transforming Yarlin. With a flick of his wrist, the scalpel made a 20-centimeter incision in his chest.

Roughly peeling off the flesh, the black silk thread inside trembled when he touched it, bent inward and dented, spontaneously exposing the entire chest cavity.

Yaerlin stared at the heart wrapped in countless black threads, his heart moved slightly: "This black egg has grown bigger, it is growing!"

At first, Yaerlin thought that the transformed body was referring to the "living corpse" itself, but now he doesn't think so. He realized that the black egg is the transforming body itself, and the external living corpse is just a disguise for boarding, although , this layer of camouflage is very unsuccessful.

Then, here comes the problem.

The transformants he saw now were only at the stage of embryonic development, that is to say, the seven transformants he had at hand were still in the process of hatching.

It's like saying that I got a chicken, but what I got was just an egg, and I had to incubate it myself. Is this a fraud?

Yarlin didn't ask Astur inferior for an explanation. It was probably just a waste of words. What he needed to think about was how to hatch this black egg.