In the cellars of the Kassel estate, the aromas of wine and oak flow silently in the cellars.

The nurses separated the space with a white curtain with the black coffin in the center, and Dr. Modler's assistant opened a flat wooden suitcase to reveal the neat surgical tools inside.

Ange put on a white medical robe and stood behind Dr. Modler.

"Beginning?" Ange asked.

Dr. Modler nodded, took a deep breath, and slowly raised his hands as the assistant put on a double layer of rubber gloves for him.

Ange pulled out the folding knife again, dipped it in the silver mercury basin next to it, and then plunged it into the seam between the top lid and the side wall of the coffin.

Everyone's eyes were on the folding knife in his hand.

Ange exerted his force slowly and silently, the blade of the knife advanced along the seam, and one after another half-foot-long coffin nails were broken on the edge of the folding knife, and the ancient coffin, which had been sealed for a long time, revealed a narrow black slit, and the cyan gas accumulated for thousands of years erupted with a sharp sound, and the doctors and nurses dodged in unison.

"Exhaust fan!" Ange said.

The male nurse at the entrance of the wine cellar stepped on a flywheel to drive a man-made extractor fan developed by Menek to pump the gas of unknown composition out of a thick rubber pipe.

It has to be said that Menek is a genius mechanically, and those cyan gases were just about to disperse in the air when they were pumped by the exhaust fan.

The folding knife moved smoothly around the coffin wall, and there was not the slightest expression on Ange's face.

"You've got a lot of strength, young man." Dr. Modler praised through his mask.

Judging from his face, Ange, the Cambridge doctor, still has a childish look on his face, but he now shows a "static power" that ordinary people dare not imagine, and forcibly dismantles the coffin that required several adult men to nail it at the beginning.

[At present, it is the most complete and best sound for listening to books, integrating 4 major speech synthesis engines, over 100 kinds of timbres, and it supports offline reading

What kind of thousand-year-old tapestry for him to lie down?"

Ange picked up a handful of fine ash and slowly sprinkled it in front of Modler, his face expressionless, "I have to remind you once again that you are not one of our members, but before this autopsy, we have reached an agreement that you should not doubt all the incredible things you see, you just need to record them truthfully."

"There's so much you don't know in this world, don't try to explain everything with science."

"Yes, yes." "I know that I agreed to be here to see what is beyond my comprehension in this world, and I would rather see all this and have my eyes gouged out than regret."

Ange patted him on the shoulder and smiled, "We're not that cruel, just some too terrifying knowledge, we don't dare to teach him too much, perform the autopsy, I'll be back soon."

Menek looked through his glasses into the wilderness beyond his manor, the silent wilderness sleeping in the drizzling night, with no light in sight and no one in sight.

His ancestors had bought a large area of farmstead around it, but had built the manor with high walls in the middle of the land, so that if anyone tried to invade, the manor could be found in advance, and his cellar was full of guns and ammunition in addition to wine, enough to crush the attack of a small army.

But he still had to be cautious, he hadn't seen the undead yet, and he didn't know how they would appear.

A few of the new guests had exchanged pleasantries with Meneke and then gathered in the corner, whispering something.

"Actually, I don't think I can avoid it." Lu Mingfei shrugged, "According to Principal Ange, this matter itself is a conspiracy."

"Even if we stop that doctor from using ...... on Li Wuyue," Nuo Nuo picked up Lu Mingfei's words, but he was stuck.

"Adrenaline." Lu Mingfei reminded.

"yes, adrenaline." Nuno glanced at him, "Li Wuyue will still be resurrected through other means."

The two of them sang and harmonized, and Chu Zihang next to him felt that the two of them were singing double yellow, and he felt that he was in the next set.

If Lu Mingfei didn't participate in this matter, he was the first to disbelieve it, and the purpose of abolishing such a big Zhou chapter was to trap someone in it. ….

I wonder who is so lucky......

"All in all, we should think about how to cooperate with Menek to face Li Wuyue." Lu Mingfei made up his mind, "Instead of thinking about how to escape."

"That's right." Nono nodded.

"Real men should fight head-on." Caesar smiled proudly, "I would like to see what the so-called dragon king is capable of."

"Wait, wait, wait." Xia Mi suddenly interjected, "Principal Ange should be here too, should we avoid contact with Principal Ange?"

"After all, when I watch movies that travel through time, such as "Back to the Future", they all say that you can't get in touch with things related to you in the past, otherwise it is easy to have chaos in time and space, and the timeline overlaps and so on."

"Because Menek hasn't seen us, it's okay if you do, but Headmaster Angers ......."

"Senior sister is really smart." Lu Mingfei gave a thumbs up, "I just wanted to say this."

"Say Cao Cao, Cao Cao." Caesar's eyes narrowed slightly, "Headmaster Angers is here."

Several people peeked into the stairwell at the same time, and a handsome and tall young man walked up from the basement.

"Grandpa Ange was super handsome when he was young......" Xia Mi's eyes burst into love.

"I know that junior sister, you like this kind of very n man, otherwise you wouldn't have taken a fancy to senior brother......" Lu Mingfei smiled and pushed them to a room, "Hurry up and avoid it, don't let him see us."

……

……

"We found this in the coffin, and it should be an important proof of his identity." Ange walked up to Menek and handed the silver medal, "By the way, what about the guests?"

Menek turned his head to look around the corner, and several of them were gone, "Just now

It's still here, weird......

"Forget it, don't talk about that, time is urgent, you take a look at this silver medal first." Ange said.

"What is this?" Menek looked at it and handed the silver medal to Lu Shanyan next to him for help.

Lu Shanyan flipped through the silver medal and frowned slightly.

"How," Ange asked.

"It stands to reason that this corpse should be a very high-status Western Xia nobleman, and when he is buried, there will be a silver medal of sterling silver to explain his identity, but this side is not." Lu Shanyan lifted the silver medal.

"The text on the silver medal is in Western Xia script, and its pronunciation is......" Lu Shanyan changed his Chinese, "Five thunder generals, train generals, turn the sky and the earth, drive thunder and clouds, fight thousands of battles, lead the divine soldiers, open the flag and call urgently, no stopping, urgent as the law." 」

"What is this?" Menek froze.

"The Taoist Flag Opening Spell is a kind of spell that summons divine soldiers to suppress evil spirits, and this is a magic weapon to suppress evil spirits."

"So when he was buried, his identity was revealed?" Ange said.

"Go back and see if there's a long iron nail smeared with chicken blood stuck in the corpse." Lu Shanyan said. "If the person who buried him in the first place really thought he was a demon, then he would have pierced it with something like a soul locking nail."

"That thing will be useful?" Ange shrugged.

Lu Shanyan was stunned for a moment, and shrugged his shoulders, "How do I know, I am a new-school official, and I also know about the old things."

……….

……

"Oh my God, this gray past." Modler chanted poetry as he watched as the nurse untied the white robe from the Chinese boy.

The bones of his whole body protruded from the skin, and he was slender and beautiful, and after many years, it could still be judged that he was once a handsome child.

"Oh my God!" Modler said again.

Beneath the boy's robe, a wrought steel handcuff wrapped around his delicate wrist, a small steel handcuff that seemed to have been made for him had sunk deep into his flesh, and after so many years, it seemed to have become one with the wrist bone.

What was even more terrifying was that a cyan, half-meter-long giant nail sank through his heart, pierced through the sternum, and nailed his whole person and the coffin together, and more iron nails penetrated through his body in all directions, leaving only the nail head outside.

"What a cursed man this is!" Modler whispered, took the pliers from the nurse, and lifted the first nail from the boy's skull temple, the vicious nail was ten centimeters long, with barbs, almost penetrating the boy's brain.

Modler examined the spike and silently threw it into the iron plate, frowning slightly.

Not only was he the most famous surgeon in Hamburg, but he was also a coroner often invited by the police department, and judging by the remnants of tissue, he was only newly dead and even alive when the nail was driven into the teenager's body.

He could not imagine that those ancient Chinese would use such ferocious methods to deal with a child who was still underage.

"Cut off the handcuffs, get all the nails out, and be careful not to cause too many wounds, so that the perfect corpse that has been preserved will not be found in the world with a second one, right?" Modler spoke to the nurse and began to write his autopsy notes.

He also made a special sketch of the nail because he noticed the ancient pattern of Chinese characteristics on the nail head.

When Ange returned from outside, there were more than twenty spikes thrown in the iron plate.

Ange picked up a scrutiny, which was completely in line with Lu Shanyan's description, it was a magic weapon used by ancient Chinese people to ward off evil spirits, and the deep grooves were painted with bright red cinnabar, and it did not fade after so many years.

Ange didn't speak, he stood silently behind Modler, he didn't need to explain anything, all he needed was Modler's medical knowledge, the hand holding the scalpel and the drawing hand.

Modler doesn't need to know anything, he just needs to record everything.

"There are no signs of mercury corrosion on the nails, they didn't fill him with mercury, I don't know how to preserve it so well." Modler said to Angers.

"Remember to soak everything in mercury." Ange said.

"Okay." Modler looked at the mercury next to it that dissolved a trace amount of silver, and hesitated, but agreed anyway.

The handsome and aloof young man apparently possessed about the same level of scientific knowledge as his, which compelled Modler to respect his opinion.

The first sharp scalpel was dripping with mercury and pointed at the Chinese boy's chest, and Modler pressed slightly, and a drop of blood as fresh as a red bean jumped out and stayed on Modler's fingertips.

"Oh my God!" Modler used the word tonight I don't know how many times, but he couldn't help it, "There's still blood that hasn't been killed!" Sampling! Sampling!"

He lost his usual composure and urged the nurses.

The doctors and nurses were busy, and Ange, dressed in a white medical robe, was among them, silently looking at the handsome face of the Chinese boy.

"It's hard to kill you." Ange said silently to the corpse.

……

……

"Gone?" Xia Mi clenched his fists and whispered, and Lu Mingfei was looking out of the crack in the door.

"Gone." Lu Mingfei nodded, "Let's go out too."

"Anyway, do you have any iconic codes for the secret party, such as the iron armor is still there?" Xia Mi tilted her head, "I think we can reveal our identities a little bit, so that the follow-up action will be easier."

"Senior sister, you seem to have played a string of ......" Lu Mingfei helplessly supported his forehead.

What do you call it