Soon, he entered a gray dream and saw a dim but spacious room.

There are king cobras, black widow spiders and other animals hanging in the room, and many strange plants are placed, messy and scary.

A serious middle-aged man in a white coat stood in front of the long table in the center, and threw snake gall, spider venom glands and other things one after another into the large black iron pot hanging from the ceiling.

In the end, he even put in a few items with strong spiritual brilliance, for example, lungs that sometimes dissipate into black air and sometimes condense into dark green solids, for example, a tube of clear blue liquid, for example, fiery red Eye��

The air around the large black iron pot gradually became thicker, and they gathered towards the center, but they kept being pushed away, making it difficult to do so.

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man in a white coat slowly frowned, with a vaguely anxious expression on his face.

He flipped through the black notebook beside him, gritted his teeth, and cut his wrist with a ritual silver dagger.

Drops of bright blood then fell into the black iron pot, which seemed to have life in it, and a terrifying suction force suddenly burst out, sucking in all the viscous air around it, sucking in all the crimson that hadn't completely left the wrist .

This is not over yet, no matter how the middle-aged man in the white coat struggled to resist and how fearful he was, he couldn't help but approached the iron pot involuntarily.

His body was stretched, his head was compressed, and he was eaten by the iron pot bit by bit amidst the screams.

The specimens hanging around, the plants on display, and everything that could move and move, all flew into the iron pot.

Brown mist suddenly filled the room, flowing and rippling quietly.

When everything was over, the entire room became empty, only the brown translucent vial lying quietly in the central open space remained.

...

The scene quickly faded, and the dream quickly shattered, Klein opened his eyes, and said silently to himself: "It turns out that the biotoxin bottle is the product of a death experiment.

"I thought it was the Extraordinary characteristic left by some out-of-control person... In that case, the formula can be divined..."

For Klein, the Extraordinary characteristics of the out-of-control person and the Extraordinary characteristics polluted by evil gods can be used for divination formulas, just like the "All-Black Eye" left by "Master of Puppet" Rosago before, this It is because he has the gray fog to cut off contact, has this mysterious space to eliminate negative influences, and has rich capital to die.

Similarly, Sealed Artifacts directly formed with similar Extraordinary characteristics can also be used to divination potion formulas.

But if they are only used as the main material and turned into magical items through the production of extraordinary people such as craftsmen or some dangerous experiments, then Klein's current level of divination will be helpless, even with the help of the mysterious space above the gray mist. Enhancement doesn't work either.

"That's right, at least you don't have to worry about other hidden dangers in the biotoxin bottle..." Klein glanced at the fangs of the "werewolf" and rationally gave up his curiosity.

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Queens, in Earl Hall's luxurious villa.

Audrey continued to study psychology.

At her feet, Susie, a big golden retriever dog, squatted there with piercing eyes. She would wag her tail from time to time, as if enjoying herself very much.

The psychiatrist Escalante finished the introductory part and casually mentioned: "Actually, there is such a theory.

"It believes that human beings will inherit a certain consciousness from their ancestors and from the past generations, thus forming the underlying logic of their own behavior patterns. For example, although many people have never seen a poisonous snake, as long as they encounter it, they will instinctively feel Afraid, wanting to avoid.

"Why is this? This is the feeling that we inherited from our ancestors and hidden in the deepest part of our consciousness. In ancient times, people continued to fight with poisonous snakes and various ferocious animals, and gradually engraved this memory in their consciousness. Here, inherited."

"How did you inherit it?" Audrey asked with interest.

Escalante with waist-length hair smiled and said, "This is a very good question.

"Some people's explanation is that everyone's consciousness is actually connected and one at the bottom, and the traces and characteristics left here will affect their own consciousness upwards. JrNovels.com