Blood like ink droplets spattered out, staining half of the window red.

Chen Yan was so frightened that she almost pulled out of the vision camera.

This venerable goddess actually kills someone if she disagrees with her!

Is he crazy? Does he have homicidal tendencies?!

In the picture of the spiritual vision camera, Xanthium pulled out a short-handled sickle, and then used the sickle to slash his neck...

Xanthium easily lifted the man's head.

Xanthium sat with its head facing its head, as if looking carefully.

As his lips opened and closed, his voice came from the phone microphone.

"There is a power beyond the extraordinary in that knife wound. That power restrains the extraordinary blood, so the wound will never heal anyway.

Whether you die early or die late, it's all death. Why don't you let me study it carefully?

As long as I get results, you can be considered as having made a contribution to imperial medicine, and your life has not been wasted."

What on earth is Xanthium doing?!

Medical research? Isn’t he a goddess? What is he doing to study medicine?!

There was a knocking sound in the house. It seemed that Xanthium was cleaning up the crime scene.

Chen Yan no longer hesitated, immediately exited the camera, put away the phone, turned around and left.

But the next moment - only a few seconds had passed since Xanthium had tidied up the house, and he suddenly heard footsteps.

He had turned off his vision camera, and the footsteps did not come from the phone receiver.

The footsteps came from the door of the room!

The cockleburs are coming out!

Chen Yan's face turned pale.

When he raised his head, Xanthium had already opened the door.

Chen Yan stood in the corridor and saw Xanthium standing inside the door through the wind and snow blowing into the corridor.

Although she is said to be a "goddess", Xanthium is not a woman, but a middle-aged man with white hair.

He was wearing a light brown traditional Chinese medicine suit. He had a peaceful face and bright eyes. He looked like a wise man with excellent temperament. He didn't look like he had just killed someone.

"Awaited."

Xanthium knows he is out there all the time!

Chen Yan's heart skipped a beat.

Does he know that I could just see what happened in the room?

A thought quickly flashed through Chen Yan's head:

No, he couldn't see that what happened just now happened through spiritual vision. In other words, Xanthium used some extraordinary power to block everything in the room.

And I am a mortal, how can I see extraordinary existence with mortal eyes?

Chen Yan forced a smile: "Hello, master, I'm here to see my third uncle."

Xanthium said: "Brother Kishi is not at the entrance of the hall."

Chen Yan tried to keep his tone as normal as possible: "That's it, then I'll come visit you another day."

Xanthium's gaze remained unchanged, and there was an irresistible tone in his voice: "Since you are here, you are destined, how about I make a fortune for you?"

Chen Yan groaned in his heart, not knowing what Xanthium was planning.

He is a mortal who is nothing, so what fortune can he make?

But he didn't dare to refuse casually. Xanthium had just killed someone. If he wanted to leave in such a hurry, wouldn't it mean that he had just seen something?

Besides, this is Tai Shenghe's palace! Without his third uncle, Xanthium has the final say - as long as Xanthia doesn't want to, he won't be able to take a step out.

Chen Yan complained endlessly in his heart.

It's over, the sheep has entered the tiger's mouth.

He could only bite the bullet and said with a smile: "Thank you so much, Master."

Xanthium turned around and entered the house: "It's cold outside, come in and talk."

For the first time, Chen Yan felt that the ice and snow outside was much warmer than Xanthium's room with the stove burning.

That's all, I can't run away anyway.

He entered the house silently.

As soon as he entered the house, he saw a complete brain being soaked in a cylindrical glass vessel filled with light yellow liquid on a half-square-meter display stand in front of the door to the right.

Seemingly noticing Chen Yan's gaze, Xanthium turned back and said in a slightly happy tone: "Hey, are you also interested in anatomy?"

Chen Yan stammered in reply: "Ah, yes...no! I just know that this seems to be a solution of formalin."

Speaking of formalin solution, a hint of surprise appeared on Xanthium's face: "You know formalin!"

Chen Yan nodded, and a thought came to his mind:

Could this brain soaked in formalin solution come from the extraordinary person who was killed just now?

But it was clear that there were only a few seconds. How did Xanthium use these few seconds to take out the brain and put it in a glass vessel?

Before he had time to panic, he heard Xanthium continue to say:

"It is difficult for most Asians to learn the convoluted Imperial dialect, and even fewer can speak professional medical terms fluently... How long have you been in the Empire?"

Chen Yan was vague: "It didn't take long..."

Xanthium nodded: "Not long after you came to the empire, you were trusted by Li Cha and let into Ansheng's hall... Are you Chen Yan?"

Chen Yan's guess about Xanthium was not surprising. The capable people in Taishenghe were smart and smart, and most of them were smart people who had mixed up in society.

Chen Yan nodded, his eyes wandering.

Xanthium's room... is said to be a reception room, but in fact it doesn't look like a reception room at all.

The walls are covered with various specimens.

There are dry limbs and feathers of various colors that have been processed and dried.

There are also meat balls soaked in small bottles that resemble living tissue.

Some of these specimens are clearly birds and small mammals.

Some look like the body parts of large animals.

And... a chimpanzee-like overall skeleton.

Chen Yan didn't even look at it for a few seconds before Xanthium's voice with interest appeared in his ear.

"Are you interested in this stuff?"

Chen Yan shook his head subconsciously.

Xanthium chrysanthemum turned around with a smile, picked up the boiling kettle on the wall stove, poured hot tea into two white ceramic cups, and handed them to Chen Yan.

Chen Yan took the tea and thanked him, but he didn't dare to take a sip for fear that there would be something strange in the tea.

He asked casually: "Is the master a doctor?"

Xanthium nodded slightly: "I'm a doctor. I study medical classics and imperial surgery. But I'm not a doctor either, because I never treat people."

Xanthium seemed to be interested in Chen Yan's question. He pointed at the brain soaked in formalin solution on the display cabinet by the door and said:

"After coming to the Empire, I discovered that Asian medical knowledge and the Empire's native medical science are actually complementary."

"Formalin solution could only be used to prepare lifeless animal specimens."

"After I tried adding some other things to it, the formalin solution changed - this new reagent can maintain the activity of biomass to a certain extent."

When Xanthium said this, he mentioned a rather professional term:

biomass.

The empire's medical science has only been developing for a few decades, and if you want to learn relevant knowledge, you have to pay a lot of money.

Even in universities, the popularity of medical terminology is still not high.

Where did Xanthium know the term ‘biomass’? Did he rely entirely on self-study? This is amazing...

Xanthium's next move interrupted Chen Yan's thinking.
Chapter completed!