This vibrant life force clings to the palm-sized piece of wood; perhaps, eating it could truly transform you into a human.
Zhang Yiming didn't eat. Instead, he took out a piece of paper, a pen, and a scale.
Place the calamus on the scale and record its data.
Then take out a small cup.
Without hesitation, the sharp dagger slashed through her wrist, and black blood flowed into the cup.
The black blood, shrouded in a dark aura, stood in stark contrast to the vibrant life on the plate beside it.
Zhang Yiming carefully poured the sawdust from the plate into the cup containing the black blood.
A pair of eyes stared intently at the cup filled with black blood, as if anticipating something.
The faint yellowish sawdust fell into the cup filled with black blood, as if it had sunk to the bottom of the sea, without a trace of life.
Zhang Yiming could still sense that within the rotten cup, a faint life force was devouring the decay.
Five minutes later, the black blood began to turn brown.
Zhang Yiming's fingers were clenched tightly together as he stared intently at the cup.
Ten minutes later, the brown blood turned slightly reddish, and the life force in the cup was completely exhausted.
Those tiny specks of wood had already used their utmost effort to devour the decay they could bear.
Zhang Yiming was so excited he almost shouted it out.
This means that zombies can indeed become human.
I didn't sleep a wink all night.
The first rays of morning sunlight shone through the window and into Zhang Yiming's room.
The room was a mess, with scrap paper everywhere.
The page was filled with rows and rows of data.
Zhang Yiming, tireless and sleepless all night, held a fountain pen in his slender fingers and quickly wrote down lines of obscure and difficult-to-understand numbers and chemical symbols.
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