The most eye-catching thing is the crucible in the middle, which is placed on a small stove. A pot of black liquid is bubbling.

"This is what you are looking at." The woman came in at some point.

Thor looked back and saw that the door was closed. He didn't know whether the pool of blood outside had been dealt with.

"I need you to put one hand into the crucible, and tell me how you feel after you take it out."

The woman pulled out a bench, sat across from the table, crossed her legs, and waited for Thor's reaction.

Thor knew that he had no bargaining power, so he simply didn't play the victim and beg for mercy.

He rolled up the sleeve of his left hand, took a deep breath, walked forward, and directly put his whole hand into the black liquid.

He didn't use a finger to test it first, for fear of making things worse and causing the woman's dissatisfaction.

"Hiss--" Thor took a breath.

But he was not burned, but cold.

A bone-chilling cold.

"Crackle"

Thor's teeth were trembling from the cold.

"You can take it out now."

Hearing the woman's voice, Thor hurriedly pulled his hand out.

But when he looked at his hand, the breath he had just exhaled because of relaxation was sucked back by him.

The flesh on his hand was gone.

At this time, Thor's left hand was just a skeleton, as clean as a human model in the art room.

The most terrifying thing was that Thor didn't feel any pain at this moment.

"Huh... Huh..."

Thor kept panting, holding his left wrist with his right hand, and both hands trembled together.

And when his left hand was shaking, there was a sound of bone friction.

The woman opposite did not comfort Thor's fear. She stood up and pointed her finger at her chin.

"It seems that the Xisheli python has put too much gastric juice. How do you feel in your left hand now?"

"Giggle... cold... but it doesn't hurt..."

Thor endured the fear and coldness and tried his best to act like a professional researcher.

"It seems to be controllable."

As he said that, he moved the fingers of his left hand.

It was a little difficult, but it did work.

"Not bad." The woman smiled, and seemed very satisfied with Thor's answer.

She picked and chose, took a few materials from the table, and threw them into the crucible seemingly at random.

The crucible "chi chi" emitted two streams of white steam, and then returned to its quiet appearance of bubbling just now.

"Now," the woman sat back, raised her chin with interest, and pointed at the crucible, "Put your other hand in."

Thor exhaled, he had expected it.

The first experiment was obviously unsuccessful.

The second experiment was also a matter of course.

Thor let go of his left hand, and then resolutely put his right hand into the crucible.

"Uh..."

He suddenly felt that his whole arm was going to freeze.

The right hand buried in the black liquid had no feeling at all.

"It's OK."

Hearing the woman's voice, Thor immediately pulled out his right hand.

What was reassuring was that the hand he took out this time was not a skeleton hand.

Not only that, his palms, which were originally covered with scars and calluses due to labor, also became smooth and white.

Without waiting for the woman to urge him, Sol took the initiative to say, "Oh... It's still very cold, colder than before... Gurgle..."

He tried to control the collision of his teeth.

"... It doesn't hurt, I can control it..."

Sol stretched out his fingers and raised them up for the woman opposite to see clearly.

The woman smiled again, and this time she was obviously happier. Sol saw the sharp white teeth behind her red lips.

"You really surprised me."

The woman stood up and even clapped her hands twice.

She walked to the other side of the room, took out a crystal bottle from the cabinet, and handed it to Sol, "Drink it."

Seeing Sol's ugly face, she laughed so hard that the white pulp on her head swayed with the movement.

"Don't worry, this is not an experiment, it's a healing potion."