The old man walked through the slender hallway and soon came to the door of a white room.

Pushing open the door, inside was a large laboratory-like room.

Three large iron frames were filled with a variety of materials, as well as some tools commonly used for testing.

In the center of the room is a large circular stone platform.

At this time, Ron **** was lying quietly on the stone platform with his upper body up.

On either side of the stone platform, two identical dwarfs were evenly applying some brown plaster to his body.

When the old man entered, the two dwarfs had just finished smearing.

Looking at Ron, whose upper body was covered with plaster, the old man waved his hand and said to the two dwarfs.

"Let's go down. ”

"Yes, master. ”

The two dwarfs saluted respectfully and left the lab.

The old man walked slowly to the bench and stretched out his withered hand to gently caress Ron's hard muscles.

Everywhere he touched, translucent white marks slowly lit up on his skin, and after a while, most of Ron's body lit up with such white marks.

Looking at the large number of white marks on Ron's body, the old man withdrew his hand and pulled out a white silk scarf from under the laboratory table to dry the plaster on his hand, revealing an interested look.

"Most of the body is eroded by pollution, if it weren't for the high physical fitness, I'm afraid I would have died a long time ago, but this kind of pollution, the demonized biological meat is still secondary, and the main pollution ability is still here."

Muttering to himself, the old man turned his gaze to the position below Ron's neck.

Although he couldn't see the specific form of the witch's blood, through his white pupils, he could clearly feel that there were circles of crimson smoke emitting there.

The smoke stabbed deep into every corner of Ron's body like a living thing, and seemed to be slowly transporting something unknown into it.

"You can devour all the eggs of the Disillusionment Worm, so let me see what you are. ”

Squinting slightly, the old man took out a test tube containing the blue liquid from the tool rack next to him, uncorked the bottle, and carefully poured the blue liquid inside on the place under Ron's neck.

'Huh.'

As if a soldering iron was pressed against his skin, a large amount of white smoke suddenly rose from the place below Ron's neck.

Ron, who was originally lying calmly on the stone platform, suddenly turned pale, and the muscles in his body tensed unconsciously, as if he was enduring great pain.

His entire chest began to turn a faint blue, and the color of his skin became lighter and lighter, and finally the blood vessels and muscles inside could almost be seen, and at the very end, a red heart was rapidly agitating, pumping blood to all parts of his body.

When the liquid in the test tube was completely poured, the old man calmly put away the test tube, stretched out his finger and pressed it on Ron's chest.

'Click!'

The pale blue skin suddenly shattered, and the red-white muscles were suddenly exposed to the air.

Cold sweat covered Ron's entire face, his teeth clenched, his eyelids throbbing wildly, as if he was going to wake up at any moment.

Ignoring Ron's unusual reaction, the old man immediately grabbed a handful of white powder and sprinkled it on the exposed muscles.

Suddenly, in these muscles, dense slender red lines slowly emerged.

These red threads seemed to have self-awareness, and when the old man saw them, they immediately became active, and they drilled hard into the gaps in the muscles.

"Oh, isn't it regular energy pollution, something else?"

Seeing the appearance of these thin lines, the old man frowned, and he stretched out his fingers to quickly pinch an outer red thread and pull it gently.

"Ah!!h

A terrible woman's howl suddenly appeared in his ears, and at the same time, a strong feeling of dizziness was accompanied by a strong feeling of vertigo in his mind.

However, this feeling of dizziness made the old man smile slightly.

"Interesting, I seem to have seen this phenomenon once in a certain place, and by the way, it's not pollution, it's like assimilation. ”

Letting go of the hand holding the red line, a strange black pattern faintly lit up in the old man's white pupils.

The pattern appears to be an upside-down triangle, with a stationary black crow in the middle.

The crow slowly flipped its wings as his eyes rolled.

The old man's vision is also changing rapidly, and everything has become black and white, like a simple stick figure caricature.

And Ron, who was on the stone platform, was completely exposed to the old man's strange vision.

"Seventy percent of my body is covered with these thin threads, but it seems that this assimilation is not purely physical, but also mental, and also mental, I would have encountered this kind of thing in a mortal city, I wonder what this kid encountered before?"

In the old man's field of vision, all the thin threads were deep in Ron's body, and the source of the thin threads was the place below his neck.

"It's close to deep assimilation, and I'm afraid it will lose its activity if it is rashly peeled off, but I may be able to try to interfere with the source."

After a pause, the crow in the old man's pupils slowly disappeared, and then the old man's thin palm suddenly grew slender black feathers.

The feathers quickly covered the old man's palm completely, and in a few moments, his hand turned into a black bird's claw with a metallic sheen.

"Now, let me see what's in your head!"

As he spoke, the old man jerked his claws at Ron's head

In the endless scarlet meadow, Ron walked slowly with a solemn expression.

The salty wind was blowing on his cheeks, and it was very uncomfortable.

"Back again?" he paused, swept around, and crouched down to pluck a slender red weed.

The touch in your hand has an unusually real feeling.