Thor stood still.

He was thinking, but his time was running out.

The candle flame on the wall had turned from dark yellow to dim yellow, and when it turned bright yellow, it was about to dawn, and Thor had to return to the fourth floor before the candle flame could glow white.

These are all regulations.

The pool of blood on the ground is still in place.

If he leaves, he will become fertilizer the next day.

But cleanup?

He is an ordinary person, without any extraordinary means, what is the way to solve that strange murderous blood?

Ask someone for help?

The boys who lived together seemed to be somewhat hostile to Thor before the crossing, and they would definitely not come to his aid. Moreover, those people, like Thor, are ordinary people, and they are not able to help him.

Looking for a housekeeper?

But the butler never showed up at night, and Thor didn't know where to look.

His current area of activity is the fourth minion level and the eleventh to thirteenth floors.

There's no way around it.

Thor's trembling fingers suddenly stabilized.

He put the mop back in the cart and straightened his clothes.

Walked to the room opposite the room where the blood was flowing, raised his hand, and knocked lightly on the door three times.

In the silent hallway, the three knocks were clear.

Thor glanced down at the hardcover, which showed no new way of his death.

Just as Thor raised his hand to knock three more times, the door in front of him suddenly opened.

Thor held his breath.

Little by little, the door opened.

An elongated figure appeared in the back.

It was a woman, dressed in a black nightgown, plump but not fat, and her skin exposed to the outside of her clothes was very fair.

Thor looked up and saw a well-defined chin, rosy and plump lips, a high nose, and a ...... on top Without.

A woman has only half a head!

In the dark night, seeing such a picture, Thor only felt that his soul was about to fly.

Thor held back his fear, not allowing himself to be rude.

But his teeth were gurgling uncontrollably.

The woman on the other side lowered her head, the upper half of her head was gone, and the flesh of the skull cut was white and rotten.

The place where it was supposed to be the eye was replaced by a semicircular glass cover.

The glass cover contained a cloudy white liquid, and as she lowered her head, from time to time something suspicious of an eyeball hit the glass wall.

"What's the matter?"

The half-faced woman's lips opened slightly, and her voice was quite good.

"Your Excellency......" Thor heard his voice tremble, he took a deep breath to stabilize himself, "There was a pool of blood coming from the opposite room. I can't handle it, please help me. ”

The woman looked up, and an eye appeared in the glass cover pressed against the edge.

Then her eyes disappeared, she lowered her head again, and chuckled: "Why should I save you?" ”

Knowing that he won't be so lucky, Saul knocks on the door and meets kind, helpful people.

"My lord, what do you need me to do?" Thor lowered his head.

He is just a servant and has no qualifications to open conditions.

The woman propped her chin with her slender fingers, "I need a living test subject, but I haven't had enough credits lately, if you volunteer to be my test subject, I'll help you solve that problem." ”

Thor squinted at the hardcover book on his left shoulder.

The hard book didn't have any reaction.

Thor is too weak now, and he can only rely on the death hints of the hard book to gamble.

"Good!"

The woman curled her lips, satisfied with Thor's determination.

She turned sideways to let Thor into her room, and then walked outside without knowing what she had done.

Thor stood in the woman's room.

He found that it was much larger than the bunk of a dozen of them, and there was a suite in it.

The oil lamp in the living room was very bright and stable, and it was supposed to have a witchcraft effect.

On the long table in the middle of the living room, there were a lot of props and materials that he didn't even recognize.

The most conspicuous thing is a crucible in the middle that sits on a small stove, and a pot of black liquid is bubbling inside.

"That's what you're looking at." The woman didn't know when she walked in.

Thor looked back and saw that the door was closed, wondering if the pool of blood outside had been disposed of.

"I need you to put a hand into the cauldron and tell me how you feel when you take it out."

The woman pulled out the bench and sat across from the table, her legs crossed, waiting for Thor's reaction.

Thor knew that he didn't have the bargaining capital, so he didn't sell it for mercy.

He rolled up the sleeve of his left hand, took a deep breath, stepped forward, and plunged his entire hand directly into the black liquid.

He didn't use a finger to test it first, for fear that it would be self-defeating and cause dissatisfaction among the woman.

"Shhh

But he wasn't burned, but cold.

A bone-chilling cold.

"Giggles"

Thor was so cold that his teeth were shaking.

"You can take it out."

Hearing the woman's voice, Thor hurriedly withdrew his hand.

But when he saw his hand, the breath that had just been exhaled by him because of relaxation was sucked back by him.

The flesh and skin on his hands were gone.

Thor was now left with a skeleton in his left hand, as clean as a mannequin in the art room.

The most terrifying thing is that Thor is not in pain at the moment.

"Ho...... Ho ......"

Thor gasped incessantly, his right hand holding his left wrist, both hands trembling together.

And when his left hand was trembling, there was a sound of bones rubbing.

The woman opposite didn't comfort Thor's fear, she stood up and tapped her chin with her fingers.

"It seems that the gastric juice of the Xisheli python has been put too much. How do you feel with your left hand now? ”

"Giggle...... Cold...... But it doesn't hurt ......."

Thor endured the fear and cold, trying to act like a professional researcher.

"It seems to be in control."

As he spoke, he moved the fingers of his left hand.

It's a little difficult, but it's moving.

"Not bad." The woman smiled, seemingly satisfied with Thor's answer.

She picked and picked a few of the materials on the table and threw them into the cauldron seemingly at random.

The crucible emitted two white vapors, and then returned to the quiet appearance that had just been bubbling and bubbling.

"Now," said the woman, sitting back down, raising her chin with interest, and pointing to the cauldron, "put it in with the other hand." ”

Thor let out a breath that he had already anticipated.

The first attempt, apparently unsuccessful.

The second trial was a logical one.

Thor let go of his left hand, then resolutely put his right hand into the cauldron.

"Uh......"

He suddenly felt like his whole arm was going to freeze.

The right hand, buried in the black liquid, was not even conscious.

"That's it."

Hearing the woman's voice, Thor immediately pulled out his right hand.

Reassuringly, it's not a skeleton hand after all.

Not only that, but his palms, which had been covered with scars and calluses from exertion, were also smooth and white.

Without waiting for the woman to urge, Thor took the initiative to say, "Ho...... It's still cold, colder than just now...... Giggle......"

He struggled to control the impact of his teeth.

“…… It doesn't hurt and can control ......"

Thor stretched out his fingers and held them up for the woman across from him to see.

The woman smiled again, this time visibly happier, and Thor saw the sharp white teeth behind her red lips.

"You've really surprised me."

The woman stood up and even clapped her hands twice.

She walked to the other side of the room, took out a crystal bottle from the cupboard, and handed it to Thor, "Drink it." ”

Seeing Thor's ugly face, she laughed and trembled, and the white pulp on her head swayed with her movements.

"Rest assured, this is not a trial, it is a treatment agent."