The yellow-haired villain in Feng Aotian's novel also wants to be happy

The balding middle-aged man froze for a moment: "Exact words?"

"Exact words."

Celesia paused,

"Also, you tell him, and I will give him an explanation."

So, with Celesia's guarantee, Earl Rhodes was furious, but he had no choice but to leave. The field became quiet again, and the guards in black continued to collect information silently, only the sound of rain filling the world could be heard.

Celesia lowered her head and looked at the corpse.

The blood around the corpse had been washed away by the heavy rain, but the chest of the corpse was still red with blood.

Through the tattered uniform on the left chest, one can vaguely see that this corpse seems to be missing some important parts.

"What about the cause of death?"

Celesia looked back silently.

"Just... just as His Highness saw."

The balding middle-aged man vigorously wiped his forehead which could not be wiped dry, and said:

"The dead, died from digging out the heart."

[WEB] 57. Mercury

"Heart out..."

Celesia stared at the hideous hole in the chest of the corpse, her expression became more and more gloomy:

"Is it the direct cause of death?"

"Probably, but not 100% sure."

The balding middle-aged man said:

"We roughly checked the body of the deceased. Except for the hole in the chest, there was no other trauma on the body. Therefore, we preliminarily judged that the cause of death was that the heart was taken out. However, since the body has not been dissected in detail, it cannot be ruled out that The dead are the first to die from poisoning or cursing."

"There are too many ways to kill without causing trauma, so there is no need to get entangled in this aspect. What I want to know more is how his heart was pulled out."

Celesia put on her gloves, gently lifted the broken clothes on the chest of the deceased, and peeped into the hideous hole.

"This kind of trace should not be a sharp weapon."

"no……"

The middle-aged man paused, and there was already a hint of fear in his tone:

"Initial judgment, it was bare-handed. His heart was directly pulled out with bare hands."

"Warcraft?"

"people."

Middle-aged man said:

"And judging from the traces, it may be a woman."

"Woman..." Celesia's eyes became serious.

"I remember that in the lower city, there has been a rumor that there is a heart-pitching banshee who will seduce men on the night of the full moon, and then pull out his heart and eat it."

Celesia glanced at the dark sky: "Although the weather is not good, according to the day, today is indeed a full moon night, that is to say, that rumor may be true?"

"Yes... there is such a rumor."

The balding middle-aged man wiped his forehead more frequently and vigorously, which made people worry that he might accidentally pull off those poor hairs on the top of his head.

"However, the lower city is full of fish and dragons. It's too chaotic. The number of corpses picked up from the alleys and gutters every day is at least double digits, so we can't confirm whether this rumor is true."

"Whether it's true or not, it's at least a clue."

"Yes, check, we will check right away."

"What about other information?"

"For the time being...not for the time being."

The middle-aged man said tremblingly:

"When we came, the heavy rain had almost washed away all the traces, and the murderer didn't even use the murder weapon. It was really difficult to find other clues."

"In other words, can we only start with the dead themselves?"

Celicia lowered her eyelids, her gaze kept sweeping over the dead body.

No wonder the middle-aged man looks so bald. Rainy night, murder, heart-breaking, the son of the earl, and even the city's strange stories that make people talk about it, no matter which one is not handled well, it is enough to make him lose his hat. To take a life.

"Leave first."

But at this moment, Celesia seemed to have discovered something, and said suddenly.

"Huh? No, don't you want to check?"

The middle-aged man was taken aback.

"This is no longer something you can handle."

Celesia looked at the dead man's hand.

Due to the rigor after death, the hand that lost all blood was twisted like a frozen chicken paw, as if it was about to grab something desperately before dying.

And in the bloody nails of the twisted fingers, Celesia saw something different.

scales.

Black, fine scales.

Like snake scales.

"Snakeman..."

As if thinking of something, Celisia's eyes flashed coldly, and she murmured softly.

……

……

"what is this?"

Of course, it was impossible for Teacher Mei La to really take out the hammer and electric drill and remodel Mu En randomly like the mad scientist in the story. Instead, she brought Mu En to a lake that seemed to be filled with mercury.

No, it is not so much a lake as it is a well that is too huge to describe.

"This is the Well of Silver.

Mei stretched her hand and said:

"It is not only the foundation of the academy, but also a cage to suppress that thing."

"That thing?"

"I know you are very curious, but about that thing, I advise you to ask less before you become a crown wearer."

Meera glanced at Mu En coldly, telling him to shut up quickly.

"Then since we're not visiting prisons for ideological and moral education, why are we here?"

"Of course it strengthens you."

"strengthen?"

"If you want to become the carrier of the Eternal Clock, the most important thing, of course, is that your foundation must be stable enough."

Mela said:

"So I want to strengthen you to a certain extent, so that you can develop resistance to the complicated law of time."

"Resistance?"

"Simply put, it makes you more wearable."

"Abrasion resistant?"

Mu En became more and more confused.

"Why do you have to ask everything?" Teacher Meera couldn't help but rolled her eyes.

"Because I don't know anything."

"Ugh."

Meera sighed, pointing to the Well of Mercury with an expression of why I have such a stupid disciple like you:

"Forget it, don't think about anything, just jump down."

"Oh, so I just need to jump down... What a ghost!"

Mu En roared with horror on his face:

"You can't jump casually when you see a place like this, it's mercury, it's poisonous!"

"Although I don't know what mercury you understand, but in alchemy, pure mercury is one of the basic elements that make up all things."

"That's it."

Mu En breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

It's fine if it's not the quicksilver he understands.

"But it's true that it's highly poisonous. I hope you won't die too soon."

"Eh?"

Before Mu En could react, as soon as she turned her head, she saw Teacher Meera's white and tender feet zooming rapidly in her sight.

"Hey what? Come in for me!"

The impatient teacher Mei La flew up directly, kicking Mu En into the well with a loli kick.

"Damn it!"

Feeling the sharp pain on her cheek from the flying kick and the weightlessness that brought her strong discomfort, Mu En couldn't help letting out a miserable cry in mid-air.

"Why is there such a goddamn setting as an anti-gravity skirt in reality!"

……

Mu En fell into the well of mercury.

Like falling into the mud, Mu En was instantly covered by the thick flowing liquid.

Mu En subconsciously held her breath.

But the endless mercury, as if it had its own consciousness, poured into his body frantically along the nasal cavity, ear canal, pores, and all parts that could penetrate into his body.

Severe pain came instantly, and then, Mu En felt that the mercury began to erode his body gradually, spreading rapidly like ink dripping into clear water.

And all the places eroded by mercury, as if they had experienced the passage of countless years, quickly decayed into scattered dust.

"Use fire."

Teacher Meera's voice rang in my ears.

Without any hesitation, Mu En opened her eyes.

In those blue eyes, fire suddenly ignited.

The flame of the withered king is not only the flame of death that burns everything, but also the flame of vitality that brings new life.

So even if he suffered a frontal blow from a crown wearer, he did not die.

And under the burning of the flame, Mu En's lost body quickly recovered, and the new flesh and blood seemed to have a mercury-like luster.

But that didn't bring him relief.

Because the mercury erosion continues, as if it will never stop.

The excruciating pain of decaying flesh and limbs, the itching of countless ants gnawing.

Two completely different, yet extremely terrifying feelings tormented Mu En's consciousness crazily.

If it were an ordinary person, I'm afraid he would have gone crazy already.