When the general pointed his sword at the ground, Qingyi clearly felt the change. An extremely powerful "force" passed through his soul force field, and then exerted it in the sea of bones, causing the ground to sink and collapse continuously, and in just ten seconds, it was three meters lower; But only the ground was under pressure, and the white bones were intact, which completely defied common sense. Qingyi knew very well that even if this "force" was weakened to one ten-thousandth, it would be enough to crush him into ashes.

System Prompt: Due to the ban set by the Demon God General, the Ocean of Bones will be transformed, and the transformation time will be eight hours, please pay attention to safety.

The Sea of Bones is about to be transformed? Qingyi looked at the generals again, expecting the other party to give an explanation.

"Looking at the world, those who have this means will not have a slap in the face - huh? This...... It's broken, it's broken......" The general was still laughing wildly at first, but after pinching his fingers, his face turned strange, and the content of the babbling made Qingyi extremely worried. He kicked the ground and left quickly, only throwing down a sentence: "Ahahaha, for the teacher, I suddenly have some urgent matters, and I have to go back to 'Huaxia'!" Don't worry too much about being a teacher, ahahaha......"

Looking at the figure of the mentor who was fleeing and seemed to be scattered, Qingyi was silent. Xue Duo had a heart-to-heart connection with the host, and at this time, he compared his middle finger from the shadow, and expressed the harshest contempt on behalf of the host.

After losing control of the generals, what will become of the sea of bones? Qingyi didn't know, he could only resign himself to fate. Besides, the sea of bones is a poor mountain and bad water, how bad can it be? So he put this matter aside, walked to the joint scientific research center, and connected the soul wavelength with Brian: "Something happened just now, you sent someone to observe and record the changes in the sea of bones." ”

"Okay." Brian seemed to be working on something else, and he got back to work after a little distraction. His ability to do things is terrifying, because he can get to the crux of the problem with one sentence, solve the problem of other people's headaches for a long time, and improve the overall work efficiency by three percent. It can be seen that the benefits that a senior scholar brings to the forces are truly immeasurable.

When he came to the Joint Research Center, Qingyi happened to see a sturdy human man being carried up the stairs. The human man was struggling with his hands and feet tied and his mouth sealed, but it was a zombie known for its strength that was in charge of carrying it, and the man couldn't break free of his pincer-like hand. Qingyi thought about it and followed.

The application for experimental materials is a scientific research group specializing in "soul harmony". This research group is dedicated to the study of soul wavelengths, and is currently tackling the problem of "dialogue between living and dead". As we all know, necromantic creatures talk in soul wavelengths, and living creatures communicate in the continental lingua franca, and once the soul wavelength can be converted into the continental lingua franca, necromantic players and living soul players below the third turn can talk freely. Qingyi attaches great importance to this subject, but none of his subordinates are proficient in soul science, so there has been no progress in research.

After Qingyi entered the laboratory, he watched carefully. After the experimental materials were tied to the metal table, they seemed to resign themselves to their fate, and closed their eyes tightly, their eyelids trembling. A ghost researcher floated up, plunged his hands into the human man's temples, and nodded, signaling "the experiment begins", and a zombie intern quickly picked up a pen and paper and began to record.

In order to ensure the accuracy of the experiment, the laboratory must be closed; The walls, floors, and ceilings are covered with magic alloy plates, which were purchased from Schroeder Bray and can effectively absorb soul wavelengths; None of the researchers involved in the experiment (including Qingyi, who was watching at the moment) were not allowed to converse with soul wavelengths. As a result, the laboratory was frighteningly quiet.

One of the researchers pulled out a piece of red paper, and the ghost responsible for stimulating the experimental material nodded, emitting a clear wavelength: "Red." ”

The human being who had been inserted into his brain by his illusory hands opened his mouth, rolled his eyes, and said after two or three seconds, "Red, red...... Blood...... Flowers......"

Qingyi shrugged. The wavelength of the soul and the spiritual power are one and the same, and direct indoctrination of the wavelength can indeed instill the concept into the human brain, but the wavelength accuracy cannot be well controlled under the existing conditions, so that the area responsible for memory and association in the target brain will be unprecedentedly active, allowing the target to feedback mixed and distorted information. Although some people proposed to "cut off part of the brain", Qingyi felt that it was a symptom but not a cure, so he rejected it directly.

Then I tested it a few more times, and the wavelengths that needed to be tested became more and more complex, from words to phrases, then from phrases to long sentences, and finally from long sentences to paragraphs. Among them, the experimental material has been incontinent several times, and the facial nerve is out of balance. The human brain is delicately structured, and once it is overstimulated, it can cause irreparable trauma. This man is exactly like this, although he is still alive, his brain function has collapsed, and even his personality no longer exists. Strictly speaking, he is now just a bunch of pieces of meat with physiological reactions, and he can't be considered a "human".

Obviously, direct stimuli cannot be used for communication. The experiment failed again, and several researchers looked at each other, a little helpless and depressed.

"If only we could find a soul mage and a spirit mage." Qingyi shook his head. Soul mages practice soul magic, relying on their own souls when casting spells, and do not need to rely on external elements; Psychic mages practice spiritual magic and are adept at illusion and attacking the mind. If they help, we will be able to make progress in the experiment.

When the experiment fails, the man is pushed out of the lab, and several Flesh Slimes rush in to clean it. In line with the principle of "no waste", the experimental materials were parked outside the door to see if there was a need in other laboratories.

Brian hurriedly walked over, stretched out his hand to remove the eyelids of the experimental materials, and after confirming the degree of pupil dilation, he said, "There is no need for the time being, you can take it and deal with it." ”

Qingyi interjected: "Try to be as humane as possible, so that he will suffer less." ”

So the man was sent to the conversion room. Each floor has a conversion room to facilitate the handling of useless experimental materials. There are three kinds of processing of experimental materials by the staff, one is cervical dislocation (pinching the neck and pulling the thigh), the other is cutting off the head, and the third is intravenous injection of air at the ear margin. In charge of the handling is a zombie dressed as a doctor, who skillfully picks up the syringe and injects the experimental material. The experimental material struggled for a while, and soon ran out of breath. After confirming that the test material was dead, the Medic Zombie untied him.

"Your Majesty, I request the addition of farms and breeders." Qingyi was seeing that he was in danger, and Brian walked up to him and took out an application: "We have always raised humans extensively, but this practice is full of drawbacks, and we must not continue like this." ”

In the conversion room, the man slowly got up and became a zombie. He was assigned a number, and from then on he was one of the staff members of the research center. Qingyi noticed that the number was four digits. He casually asked, "Why are there so many drawbacks?" ”

Brian didn't answer first, but walked in front of Qingyi, blocking Qingyi's sight, and then said: "Extensive breeding of humans will cause them to degenerate and become no different from ordinary animals, then they will lose their value." I propose to divide the human race into groups and treat them differently. For example, group A can wear clothes, eat utensils, and have privacy, so that they can maintain good human morals and habits. Group B is used for breeding and reproduction, and group C maintains the original extensive management...... In this way, it is possible to observe the behavior and psychology of human beings in different environments, and it is also convenient to compare samples in future experiments. ”

After being forced by his subordinates to listen to a large number of words, Qingyi thought about it seriously and said, "Sample comparison? That's true, but as the population grows, it costs a lot of money to eat. I can't go to Schroeder Bray for these guys, can I? ”

"This one is easy to solve. At the end of each experiment, muscle, fat, and offal are removed from the experimental material, and processed into dishes, which should ensure a daily diet supply. And after the experimental material is resurrected, it will no longer turn into a zombie, but into a skeleton, what do you think? ”

"That's going to have to be done by Fermat to develop a set of tools for meat extraction, and this link needs to be more efficient."

Brian said again: "Your Majesty, I just thought of a feasible method: it is not necessary for a professional to be able to use both the continental lingua franca and the soul wavelength, but an ordinary half-undead creature can do it. It would have been more effective if the Twilight clergy had cooperated with the experiment, as the clergy were sane, while the living dead could not communicate properly. ”

Qingyi nodded and exclaimed, "That's right! You're so smart, Brian! Why didn't I think of that?! You really are so much smarter than everyone else! ”

"'A drop of water will never dry up until it is put into the sea, and a person can only be most powerful when he integrates himself with the collective cause' (Lei Feng's famous quote). I don't play much personally, but if you want to compliment, please compliment all the members of the Joint Research Center. Brian bowed slightly, with a calm attitude, which can be said to be "pampered and not surprised".

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Just as Qingyi was wandering around the Joint Scientific Research Center, in the distant capital of Astant, in a reception room......

"I've been waiting for a long time." Jonny said coldly.

"Wait. You said you wanted me to bring you, so don't be impatient. Bald Eagle said.

The reception room was covered with a beautifully crafted blanket, so the two sat on the floor. There is not much interior decoration, just a low table and a copper lamp, but there is a kind of elegance in the bottom of my heart. The door of the reception room is a kind of trap door that is sliding left and right, and outside the door is a small courtyard with a small fountain in the courtyard that is constantly spewing crystal flowers. The aroma of magnolia and the melodious music waft slowly. In the moonlight, it all seemed so perfect and so unreal. As soon as you step out of the reception room, you can enter the dream.

"When the hell is he coming?" Jonny said coldly again.

"God knows. It is said that he would always finish playing a piece before doing anything else. The bald eagle was impatient. The environment is quiet and elegant, but unfortunately these two people don't appreciate it at all. They did not come here for admiration, but to meet one person, Lancelot, the patron saint of the kingdom of Astant, one of the twelve heroes of the "Gospel", and the graceful.

The music stopped.

Jonny's pupils condensed into a white line.

An unhurried footstep came from the depths of the courtyard, which seemed to contain music theory, making it sound extremely comfortable.

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(I found out that I was very simple, and I was happy to see a book friend recommend "The Dead")