I'm trapped in a cube

"I'm going to put this on animation."

The ceremony of the man in robe became more and more weird. After Bai Zhou finished recording it, he even said with disgust: "This is even more disgusting than the sacrifices of our fish-men tribe."

After all the blood cells had returned, these people in robes sat on the chairs, recalling the feeling just now, and seemed to enjoy it very much.

"Get ready to take action."

Taking this opportunity, Bai Zhou lowered his body and stepped forward, piercing several robed people who were still immersed in pleasure with his water tentacles.

Mo Ling also speeded up the transmission, specifically picking up the strange organ in the heart of the remaining robed man.

Soon, the robed men who had lost their strange organs fell to the ground and never got up again.

Mo Ling dropped the organs on the ground. Bai Zhou was also very interested in seeing this.

"Can this kind of organ dissection cause cardiac arrest?"

Bai Zhou came to this conclusion after learning about Cube's abilities from Li Luo.

"The one who lost the ability to speak before probably had the organ in his brain removed."

Bai Zhou quickly guessed the reason why the man in robe just opened his mouth and didn't speak.

He and Li Luo explained: "I have discovered before that attacking the approximate position next to their heart will cause extremely fatal damage. It seems that the weak point is not the heart, but the proliferating organ."

"Help me be on guard." Bai Zhou took out a scalpel from his backpack, set up the camera, and performed an autopsy on a man in a robe who fell to the ground.

"The blood vessels were blocked by foreign matter, and the heart stopped beating after the proliferative organ in the heart was peeled off..."

While he was dissecting, he showed each part of the robed man's body to the camera, and then gave a detailed explanation.

After everything was finished, he took off his gloves, put away the camera, and said "thank you" to Li Luo.

"It might be a little bloody." Bai Zhou said apologetically.

Li Luo didn't care: "It's okay, I'm quite interested."

When Bai Zhou was dissecting just now, Li Luo was indeed watching with interest and was also very curious about the body structure of the man in robe.

"Then you can help me make animations." Bai Zhou's eyes lit up.

He came to the body of another intact man in a robe, took off his clothes, and then handed the clothes to Li Luo.

"Put it on, they can't tell the difference."

Bai Zhou found another one for himself and put it on.

However, the diving helmet was too big and the hood of the robe could not be put on, so he simply stopped wearing the hat and continued to wear the helmet.

Just as Bai Zhou was arranging his clothes, a parchment book fell out of the pocket of his robe.

The parchment was completely black and poorly made, and the cover was stained with rotten debris that the man in the robe had intended to mix with blood.

Bai Zhou was surprised and immediately picked up the book. However, he did not open it immediately. Instead, he placed the parchment book on the stool of the man in robe.

Then he turned the camera on again and pointed it at the book.

"Be careful about contamination."

He asked Li Luo to turn his head. He did not look at the pages of the book anymore. Instead, he slowly turned the pages with his hands. After finishing the book, he connected the camera to the electronic screen and started playback.

Too cautious.

Mo Ling sighed in his heart. It seemed that there was a reason why Bai Zhou had lived alone in the dangerous black tower for so long.

But Mo Ling's vision had already passed through the pages of the book and saw its contents.

There is still a mixture of various words, words in random order, and punctuation separations with unclear meanings.

There are also pictures of human vascular circuits in the book. If you turn to the back, you can see the method of making the rotten leaves that we saw before, as well as the positions of the people involved in the ceremony.

Although he couldn't understand the confusing words, Mo Ling quickly realized that this book was the instruction book for the previous robed man's ritual.

Bai Zhou and Li Luo, who were in front of the electronic screen, also discovered these pictures.

"If my guess is correct, they should be performing the ceremony according to the method recorded above." Bai Zhou said solemnly.

He looked at the parchment again, then went to the other robed men to rummage through it.

Sure enough, other dead robed men also had such crude parchments on them.

Mo Ling's vision immersed again and he found that the contents of these parchments were completely consistent, and they were all instructions on how to perform rituals.

It includes the principles of rituals, material production, and ritual processes. Although the book is rough in production, the content is very detailed.

However, since he could only understand pictures, Mo Ling did not know the specific content and could only roughly guess the theme of the book.

"Who made this thing?"

Why do these people in robes "cultivate" according to the contents of this book?

Mo Ling was puzzled.

Obviously they already have that kind of power similar to "Word Spirit". As long as they wait for the distortion to spread, those powers will become more powerful.

Could it be that this is a kind of sacrifice?

Who is the object of sacrifice? Is it the source of distortion?

After looking at the pictures in the book carefully, Mo Ling didn't find any religious content in it. It seemed like an ordinary "instruction manual".

At the same time, Bai Zhou and Li Luo were constantly searching for information.

This kind of books with "unknown knowledge" is very common in the abyss, and this knowledge often distorts the readers' thinking.

The purpose of most of these books is to subtly change the readers and become dependents of the book makers.

For this reason, the knowledge in the book is usually some kind of shortcut to enhance power, which can easily lure the greedy astray.

It may be some "cultivation techniques" or "sacrificial rituals".

Based on the rough contents of the book, they quickly found similar records in the database.

However, what they found was not a book, but a special relic.

…

From ancient times to the present, people have been obsessed with immortality and extending their life span.

Human beings are always trying every possible means to find ways to live forever. In ancient times, there were alchemy, alchemy, and immortality methods. In modern times, various gene therapies and cell surgeries have appeared.

The only thing they have in common is that they only deceive rich people.

No matter how naive the deception is, after some packaging, it will always arouse the interest of some people and make them believe it.

In the early days of the Cataclysm, due to the frequent appearance of various mysterious forces, many wealthy people were keenly aware that the world was changing, so they spent a lot of money to find powerful relics.

However, the dazzling money has made some scammers more and more rampant.

Martin is one of them. He is a very professional liar who specializes in providing various "health care" services to the rich.

He was a medical student who graduated from a prestigious university, but after graduation he chose a different path from his classmates and did not enter one of those famous hospitals.

Instead, he became a "master".

"Madam, you can learn about our research. Our team injected the plasma of young mice into the bodies of old mice and found that the latter's cognitive abilities could be significantly improved, and the skin's elasticity was also restored."

In the office, Martin was holding a laptop and introducing his research to an old and lustful rich woman.

Above are various comparison charts of mice, as well as various dazzling data.

When she heard that her skin had regained its elasticity, the wealthy woman was a little excited, but she was still hesitant: "Mr. Martin, I know you have a good reputation in this area, but will this really work for me?"

Martin smiled: "Of course, this is not witchcraft. It requires the target to have a specific physique. This is science and is effective for everyone."

The rich woman nodded: "I also saw that my friend was radiant recently. After asking for a long time, I finally found him. By the way, Mr. Martin, what is the name of your therapy?"

Martin took out a document with rows of certifications from professional institutions, and a few words printed neatly in the middle:

"Exchange transfusion therapy."