Blood Crow's anatomy class was conducted in the charnel house.
This is a cold cave room with a "Corpse Hiding" sign hanging on the door. The room is divided into two rooms, the inside and outside. The outside is made of gravel and dissecting tables. On the tables are placed metal tools of various shapes and bottles full of alchemy.
There are bottles and jars for the solution. There are coffins displayed inside, surrounded by large pieces of chalk ice. Chalk ice is extremely cold and will not dissolve at room temperature.
"You can come to the morgue at any time and practice how to dissect these corpses. This is the right of the teaching assistant." Blood Crow said to Gordon, lifting the lid of a coffin to reveal a naked body covered in crushed ice. "Don't think this is a waste.
Time and dissection are very beneficial to cultivation."
"Thanks for your guidance, I will practice more diligently." Gordon lifted up his cousin's body and placed it on the cold autopsy table.
Not long after, the teenagers came to the charnel house one after another. For some reason, Tracy was absent. Freckles looked at Gordon who was standing next to Blood Crow, curled his lips and said nothing. After the group fight,
Their relationship has become even closer.
Ge Ying huddled in the corner, casting resentful glances at Gordon from time to time. The other teenagers were obviously alienated from Ge Ying, and even Onion Tou pretended not to see him.
"Today, we have a new course - dissection." Blood Crow looked around at everyone and walked to the dissection table.
"As an assassin, you must understand the structure of the human body, master its weaknesses, and kill the enemy with one strike in the shortest possible time." Blood Crow took the curved knife handed over by Gordon and cut the corpse behind the ear.
Make a "Y" shaped opening.
Gordon watched silently as blood seeped out from his cousin's neck and spread in all directions.
"The human body has exquisite and beautiful structures. Disassembling them with your own hands will also bring you incomparable pleasure." Blood Crow laughed "unruly", and the tip of the knife touched the back of the ear, the carotid artery, the temple and the center of the eyebrow.
He said, "Here, here, and here... are all the key points for killing. You don't need to waste much time. One blow can be fatal."
The Blood Crow knife slid down, opening up the chest and abdomen, exposing the internal organs. He divided the stomach, liver, intestines and other organs one by one and explained their physiological reactions when they suffered severe injuries.
Gordon acted as an assistant, handing over blades, scissors, steel pliers, and tweezers from time to time. His consciousness seemed to be divided into two, one part was listening to Blood Crow's lecture, and the other part was staring at the colorful internal organs, imagining how a living life could move step by step.
Toward destruction.
"The heart is the core of the entire body, because everyone has a demon tree in their heart. But once a person dies, we can't find it!" Blood Crow cut open the bright red heart and raised it to signal to everyone,
"The Demonic Life Tree mysteriously disappeared!"
"Where did it go?"
"Why did it evaporate out of thin air?"
"What kind of force caused it?"
"This has always been the biggest unsolved mystery in the history of alchemy. However, a few people believe that the Demon Life Tree is melted into the heart. So every time they kill someone, they will swallow the opponent's heart to nourish their own Demon Life Tree."
Blood Crow bit down on his heart, chewing it with a "squeaking" sound, and thick blood flowed down the corners of his mouth.
Gordon lowered his eyes, and some teenagers couldn't help but bend over and vomit. But Blood Crow forced them to look forward and touch the steaming corpse with his own hands.
"The corpse can talk and tell us many secrets. Look at this bunch of muscles. They are tight and coordinated, and must have good explosive power. The blood vessels are full and the aorta is strong. This is a sign that the energy is flowing through the blood. The bones throughout the body are tough and there are dark lines, indicating that
He had taken a large amount of precious medicinal materials that strengthened muscles and bones during his lifetime, so he must have been a disciple of a rich and powerful family. The bones in his legs were particularly strong, and he had obviously practiced legwork and martial arts hard, and the attack point was on the slightly convex arch of the foot." Blood Crow pointed his fingers.
He stirred and was as sharp as a knife, disassembling the bones, flesh, skin, veins, and arteries of the corpse one by one until they became piles of fragments. Then, he picked up a bottle of alchemical acid solution and poured it on top.
"Zi Zi" green smoke curled up, and Gordon watched the minced meat remains foam, turn into pus, and then evaporate quickly.
The last trace of his cousin left in the world also disappeared. Gordon felt a little confused inexplicably. Human beings are really fragile. No matter how perfectly evolved the body is, why should it sink in the infinite river of time?
"That's it for today. From now on, I will teach you how to dissect the corpses of various biological races and become familiar with their weaknesses." Blood Crow put his blood-stained fingers into his mouth, licked them with an aftertaste, and walked out of the charnel house.
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When he arrived at the door, Blood Crow stopped suddenly and mentioned casually: "No. 13 has been promoted to the base's assistant coach." He listed the many benefits of a teaching assistant, and before leaving, he said, "The rule of the Blood Prison Society is that the weak eat the strong.
Survival of the fittest. Whoever among you has the ability to grab the bloody card from No. 13 can take his place."
A pair of greedy eyes looked at Gordon, gearing up and ready to make a move. If Gordon hadn't been famous for his evil reputation, the teenagers would have swarmed over him.
Artest, Crocus and Freckles gathered around Gordon. Artest looked solemn, as if he were facing a formidable enemy. Crocus straightened her chest, raised her arms, showing off her small muscles. Freckles' eyes rolled, seemingly talking to himself.
He muttered to himself: "I also want to grab this bloody bloody card, but I won't be a stupid bastard and give others an advantage in vain."
Gordon said nothing, and his eyes slowly swept over the crowd. Every young boy who made eye contact with him involuntarily avoided them.
After a moment of stalemate, Gordon turned around and walked inside. The reason why Blood Crow used tricks to make enemies for him was simply to make him completely attached to him and become a loyal dog who knew what he was looking for.
"No. 13 seems to be scared!" "He may not be that powerful." "Let's go together, whoever grabs the blood card first will get it." Everyone looked at Gordon's back and whispered, slowly moving their steps, forcing
passed.
The three of Artest stood in a row, like rocks against a wave, refusing to give an inch. The two sides were about to collide, and Gordon walked out from the inside again.
He dragged a refrigerated body, and the broken ice hit the ground and splashed. Everyone looked at each other, unable to guess what Gordon wanted to do.
"Bang!" The body was thrown onto the autopsy table. Without looking at anyone else, Gordon picked up a curved knife, the sharp blade reflecting his calm face.
In front of the autopsy table, Gordon slowly raised his knife, as if there was no one else around, like a monarch sitting alone on the throne, his mind sinking into the mysterious artistic conception of fire in stone. The young people were captured by his momentum, and fell silent for a while, not daring to move rashly.
The cold tip of the knife cut open the body and began the dissection.
The stiff skin breaks open and rolls outward, exposing dark red muscles, arteries, heart, liver, stomach pouch... The blade is like a dexterous snake, wandering in the jungle of blood vessels and organs, the artistic conception of fire in stone.
The hand holding the knife is stable and precise without any tremors, and the curved knife is fully extended to become a part of the body.
Any abnormal "movement" around him will touch the "quietness" of Gordon's soul, and will be perceived by the artistic conception of fire in the stone.
Every time an organ was dissected, Gordon's eyelids would inadvertently raise. The young people caught by his gaze couldn't help but feel their hearts skip a beat, as if their own internal organs were being scraped by a knife.