97: Knowledge is power!

The man in the white coat glanced at Feng Zhe, "This one is almost done; go bring another one!"

Feng Zhe nodded, said nothing, and turned to walk towards a nearby corridor.

As Feng Zhe walked into the corridor, each side had a corresponding room.

A sign hung above each room, indicating the area it corresponded to.

Feng Zhe walked past the Nursery Zone, Mating Zone, and Gestation Zone in order.

The Nursery Zone, as its name suggests, was where young life, such as demon beast cubs and humans, lived.

The Mating Zone was where various demon beasts were crossbred, regardless of species or bloodline.

For example, between different demon beasts, or a male demon beast and a female demon beast.

These creatures, of course, were not very cooperative.

Demon beasts were manageable, but humans were the main issue, so they could only be held down by people during each session.

This zone was the busiest of the three major zones, hardly stopping from morning to night.

Finally, there was the Gestation Zone; what was inside didn't need further explanation.

Feng Zhe opened the door to the Gestation Zone, just as he was picking out a 'lucky' woman.

Suddenly, a woman burst past him, rushing out the door to Feng Zhe's side.

Seeing this, Feng Zhe didn't stop her; instead, he nodded, "This one will do."

However, he showed no intention of chasing her.

The woman frantically fled through the corridor; she couldn't imagine what she had endured these past few days.

Everything she had witnessed was like a living hell to her.

Every day she lived was an torment, and she was on the verge of going mad.

Finally, she was about to reach the exit of the corridor.

Feng Zhe watched from behind, silently observing everything.

Suddenly, just as she was about to reach the exit, several burly men appeared and pinned her down.

Then, they carried her onto the central metal platform from before.

At this moment, the body that had been on it earlier was gone, taken to who knows where.

The woman struggled violently on the platform, but it was futile.

Then, several burly men took four thick stainless steel nails and nailed her limbs to the metal platform.

The metal platform had exactly four nail holes, distributed in four different positions.

By placing her hands and feet in specific positions, the steel nails could be perfectly fitted into the metal platform.

The metal platform had many interconnected grooves, specifically designed to guide the flowing blood, preventing it from splattering all over the room.

When the four nails were driven into her, she immediately screamed in pain, her mouth wide open.

The man in the white coat, at some unknown point, was already holding a cup of sulfuric acid.

Before she could even scream, while her mouth was still open, he poured the sulfuric acid into her mouth.

The sulfuric acid flowed down her mouth to her throat, neck, and other areas.

Within a few breaths, thick black smoke began to rise from her face.

Her mouth, tongue, and throat were quickly corroded by the sulfuric acid.

Even a chrysanthemum-shaped birthmark on the woman's neck was completely washed away by the sulfuric acid.

Soon, some parts of the skin eroded by sulfuric acid began to carbonize.

It was as if knocking off this layer of carbonized skin would reveal the flesh and blood underneath.

The amount of sulfuric acid poured by the man in the white coat was just right; it achieved his goal of preventing her from screaming.

And it didn't kill her, ensuring the vitality of her body.

Precisely because she wasn't dead, the extreme pain made her struggle violently.

The man in the white coat ignored all this, turning to pick up a surgical knife nearby and began to sterilize it.

Then, he took out a pen and drew a rough position on her body.

As for anesthetics, they weren't needed; these were all one-time use items, so there was no need to prepare such things.

Next, the white coat's surgical knife fell, and fresh blood flowed from her body.

Following the grooves on the metal platform, it was finally collected in one place and all drained out.

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Soon, the matter ended, and the scene on the metal platform was exactly what Feng Zhe had seen when he first came down.

However, this time, the white coat did not ask Feng Zhe to pick another one.

Instead, he had other assisting personnel take the bloody contents of the small cart nearby for disposal.

And the one on the metal platform was removed by another group of people.

She was taken away and placed in the sample retention area of another corridor for preservation.

The white coat then took off his mask, revealing the face of the disciple Chen De had parasitized.

Yes, this man in the white coat was Chen De.

Chen De looked at the modern-style architectural decoration, feeling a sense of nostalgia.

When Chen De had just left, he had issued the task of building the secret room.

Not only that, but also to capture as many demon beasts and humans as possible...

Especially those women who had already been 'processed'; this was the most important.

And their construction efficiency was indeed fast; after all, the physique of martial artists was incomparable to the workers of Chen De's previous life.

Moreover, the engineering efficiency was incredibly fast; a 30,000-square-meter secret room was built in less than half a day.

Afterwards, they went to collect and procure various materials and equipment according to Chen De's instructions.

Although this world did not vigorously develop technology like Chen De's previous life.

However, in the process of development and martial arts cultivation, many substitute products for some of Chen De's previous life's technological products still appeared.

For example, the fluorescent light-like object in the laboratory.

Behind it was a battery-like device used to store energy.

However, it did not consume electrical energy; it only needed spiritual power to be injected into it at regular intervals.

Of course, this fluorescent light was not like this when it was first bought.

But after Chen De's modifications using his knowledge from his previous life, it achieved the exact same performance as the fluorescent lights of his previous life.

As for these glass jars, they were even easier to make; Chen De's world already had quite mature craftsmanship before he transmigrated.

With Chen De's skills, he could only make slight improvements.

There were also those microscopes; Chen De's ability naturally couldn't create high-precision microscopes.

However, Chen De generally knew the principle of microscopes, so making a usable one was enough.

Coupled with Chen De's vision as a martial artist, which far surpassed that of his previous life.

Even without a microscope, he could see extremely tiny things.

Adding this inferior microscope, he could see things even clearer than with the high-precision microscopes of Chen De's previous life.

As for those chemical reagents, Chen De dealt with these things almost every day in his previous life.

Regarding the preparation methods of these things, Chen De felt like he was about to vomit from memorizing them.

But it was the first time Chen De had actually prepared them by hand; when he did experiments before.

The laboratory always purchased reagents with specific proportions and concentrations that were already prepared.

There was no need for Chen De to prepare them himself.

When he first started preparing them, there were several explosions.

Either a large amount of toxic gas was produced, or the concentration of the prepared product was not quite right.

Knowledge gained from books is ultimately shallow; one must practice to truly understand!

What Chen De memorized in his previous life was mostly about what conditions yielded the highest efficiency, what conditions produced the best product quality, and so on.

Or just some equations and reaction conditions.

But in reality, not a single piece of data was given to Chen De.

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