Zhou Qingfeng doesn't know much about anatomy either.
but......
I have never eaten pork, but I have always seen pigs running away.
After all, the physiological structure of the human body was taught in junior high school's "Physiological Hygiene" class.
The so-called 'nervous system', 'respiratory system', 'blood circulation system', 'digestive system', etc. I have never seen an anatomy diagram that shows a person chopped into seven or eight pieces and then studied.
Uncle Zhou covered his nose with a cold face and looked extremely contemptuous. Todd on the side immediately praised him, "This is my friend Victor. He is an aristocratic scholar who has read many books. He is very knowledgeable and knows everything about the Black Forest."
A lot of secrets.”
When he said the last sentence, the barbarian smiled and made wrinkles on his ugly face and winked.
Zhou Qingfeng turned his head and glanced at Todd, thinking to himself: "Hey... when did I become a noble scholar?"
The barbarian deliberately lowered his voice and said seriously: "Don't worry, Victor. I will never reveal your true identity."
Zhou Qingfeng rolled his eyes at the chorus, which frightened the old dwarf.
In its opinion, the young man in front of it is indeed different. He has thin skin and tender flesh, a delicate face, and not even a scar on his face. This is by no means a person who has lived in the Black Forest for a long time. Only nobles from the upper class can be like this.
appearance.
The old witch doctor Borg stepped aside, pointed to the 'anatomy table' behind him and asked: "Young man, do you know something about anatomy? So what do you think of my research?"
"I don't know what you are studying, and I don't have anything good to say." Zhou Qingfeng had no time to waste. "It is said that you are the best witch doctor in the black forest. I want to prepare a potion."
Zhou Qingfeng's refusal came with a condescending attitude, which made the old dwarf very unhappy. He frowned and said, "You want to prepare a medicine, do you have a prescription?"
Prescription? Of course!
The 'paralysis poison' produced by Cyric, the God of Murder, is made from bat guano from the Black Forest, viper serum, blood-sucking vine pith, etc. It requires a variety of sophisticated processing methods such as distillation, extraction, and quantitative synthesis.
According to Sirik's description, Zhou Qingfeng believes that this is a nerve agent that has a quick onset, wide application, and long validity period. The poison can be applied on arrows or blades. Once it enters the blood, it can forcibly interfere with the nervous system and cause cardiac arrest.
.
This is more severe than ordinary poisons, and much more sophisticated than using a knife to randomly cut into pieces of human flesh.
Zhou Qingfeng relayed it orally, and the old dwarf found it novel as soon as he heard the beginning. He quickly found paper and pen, and carefully copied down the prescription and manufacturing process sentence by sentence. After writing it down, he recited it several times.
After reading it, the old dwarf decided that Zhou Qingfeng was definitely a 'medical expert' - the real expert was Cyric. The God of Murder knew nothing about poisons, but he understood poisons with different effects thoroughly and studied them profoundly. No one could compare with him.
it.
The dwarf old witch doctor was born in a wild way. He was doing research blindly without any systematic study and accumulation. Just looking at the messy piles of things in his shack, you can tell that his level is very limited.
But that's what witch doctors are all about, almost like civil medicine.
The formula of the 'paralysis poison' is not complicated. It can be explained clearly in a few simple sentences. This in itself is a professional performance.
The old dwarf tried to figure it out word by word, and repeatedly asked about the key points that he still didn't understand. Zhou Qingfeng also casually gave him a few popular science sentences about the human body's physiological structure, which made the other person feel that he had gained a lot and was overjoyed. He danced on the spot and laughed happily.
Todd said in Zhou Qingfeng's ear: "Old Borg is a believer of Talona, the goddess of poison and disease, and one of the earliest residents of the Black Forest after the Day of Eternal Darkness. He is not interested in wealth and status, and most likes to develop
It’s poison.”
Compared to Cyric, who was once powerful, Talona only has weak divine power. The strength of the two is very different, and they are not on the same level at all. However, neither of the two gods are kind beings.
The followers of Talona are not good people. They want to be respected enough, but have twisted personalities. Anyone who dares to offend them will be secretly poisoned or infected with disease as revenge.
"I said...Old Borg, can you stop jumping around in front of my eyes?" Zhou Qingfeng stopped the dwarf old man from losing his mind and asked remindingly: "You have some medicine here?
Tools? Beakers, test tubes, heating dishes, etc.”
"Yes, yes, of course I have it." The old dwarf carefully collected the potion formula provided by Zhou Qingfeng and shouted outside the shack: "My stupid servants, come in and tidy up the house. Today we have distinguished guests.
The guests are coming."
A few timid servants came in from outside the shack and started cleaning up in a hurry.
The cleaning work mainly consisted of putting the internal organs of some casually thrown corpses into wooden frames, and then cleaning the knives used to chop the corpses. At the same time, the shack was ventilated to allow the smell of blood to dissipate.
While the servants were busy, the old dwarf smiled at Zhou Qingfeng again and said: "Young man, I noticed that you are different at first sight. You must be from a noble family. I wonder if I can know your full name.
?”
"I...? My name is Victor Hugo." Uncle Zhou thought for a moment, raised his head and shouted: "My origin is naturally extremely noble. My nation has a history of thousands of years.
My tribe even has the blood of dragons."
The descendants of the dragon have dragon blood, right?
But these words shocked Old Borg, and the barbarian was also extremely shocked.
In the world of swords and magic, dragon bloodline is no joke. Anyone who dares to say this must have extraordinary origins and a profound background. Todd blinked his eyes and asked in a low voice: "Victor, your bloodline can really be traced back."
To a certain dragon?"
"Of course." Zhou Qingfeng said with certainty. He thought to himself: "It's good that I didn't say that I was the successor of gòng chǎnism. A huge empire with a population of more than one billion is waiting for me. I just don't know when I can go.
On duty."
This answer is half affirmative, half ridiculing.
Todd sighed again, "Victor, I knew you must be a born noble, but I didn't expect you to have such a noble bloodline. No wonder you know the biggest secret in the black forest."
Even Cyric was very interested in Zhou Qingfeng's 'Dragon Vein' bloodline. He pondered it over and over again in Zhou Qingfeng's mind, but did not deny the authenticity of the 'Dragon Vein' and only asked doubtfully...
..
"Victor, I've been wondering why your body can become a prison for gods. There really is no other better explanation except that you have the bloodline of a giant dragon. Can you tell me that your bloodline inherits that dragon?"
The God of Murder asked seriously, but Zhou Qingfeng just wanted to put his hand on his forehead - I just wanted to show off, how come you all believed it?
"No, this is a secret." Zhou Qingfeng refused to answer. After all, he couldn't answer. He only urged the old dwarf: "I use this potion formula as a reward, and you help me prepare the paralysis poison. Please hurry up, my time
Very nervous."
Todd also helped, "Yes, yes, the Black Forest is about to be in chaos, and Victor's time is very tight. We must beat others to hunt for treasures."
"Treasure hunting?" Old Borg exclaimed again, "Where are you going to hunt for treasure? I have never heard of any treasures in this black forest?"
The barbarian seemed to realize that he had let it slip. He quickly covered his mouth, shook his head and said, "I promised Victor that I couldn't tell you unless he told you himself. But we really want to find an unparalleled treasure. Say
It will scare you to death if you come out."
Todd's funny look made Zhou Qingfeng roll his eyes. He couldn't figure out whether this barbarian was cooperating with him in playing a double act, or whether he was really being stupid.
Anyway, the behavior of the two people was really bluffing. The old witch doctor of Black Marsh Village was aroused with great curiosity and his eyes were wide open. Even the servants who were cleaning up the shack pricked up their ears.
Eyes wandering, whispering to each other.
Everyone has already decided in their hearts that a noble man has come to the Black Forest. He knows a huge secret and is about to find a magical treasure.
After the servants finished cleaning up and walked out of the shack, the news spread throughout Black Marsh Village as if it had wings. The more it spread, the more mysterious and outrageous it became. Every time it passed through someone's mouth, the rumor would be added to the story.
After a while, the rumors turned into rumors - a powerful warlock with dragon blood came to the Black Forest, and he was going to find a huge treasure hidden in the forest for many years.
When this rumor of "export to domestic sales" came back to Zhou Qingfeng's ears, he was immediately stunned.