Zhou Qingfeng didn't know anything about anatomy either.

but......

I have never eaten pork, I have always seen pigs running.

Junior high school "Physiohygiene" has taught the physiological structure of the human body at least.

The so-called "nervous system", "respiratory system", "blood circulation system", "digestion system", etc. I have never seen that anatomical picture chopped people into seven or eight pieces before studying them.

Uncle Zhou covered his nose, his face cold, and his expression was extremely contemptuous. Todd, who was beside him, immediately praised, "This is my friend Victor. He is a noble scholar who has read many books. He has a lot of knowledge and knows many secrets in the Black Forest."

When he said the last sentence, the barbarian laughed out loud and pleated his ugly face and shook his eyes.

Zhou Qingfeng turned his head and glanced at Todd, thinking to himself: "Hey..., when did I become a noble scholar?"

The barbarian deliberately lowered his voice and said seriously: "Don't worry, Victor. I will never reveal your true identity."

Zhou Qingfeng rolled his eyes when he was singing together, which made the old dwarf frightened.

In its opinion, the young man in front of him is indeed unique. He has a tender skin and a pretty face, and does not even have a scar on his face. This is definitely not a person who has lived in the black forest for a long time. Only the nobles in the upper class can have such a look.

The old witch doctor Bog made way out of half of his body, pointed to the ‘anatomy table’ behind him and asked: “Young man, do you know anything about anatomy? So what are your comments on my research?”

"I don't know what you are studying, and there is no good reviews." Zhou Qingfeng didn't have time to waste his time. "It is said that you are the best witch doctor in the Black Forest, and I want to give it a pair of potions."

Zhou Qingfeng's refusal was unhappy with a lofty attitude, which made the old dwarf very unhappy. It frowned and said, "You want to prescribe medicine. Is there a prescription?"

Prescription? Of course there is!

The "parasitic poison" produced by the god of murder, Cialek himself, uses black forest bat dung, viper serum, blood-sucking marrow, etc. It requires a variety of fine processing methods such as distillation, extraction, quantitative synthesis, etc.

According to Cialek's description, Zhou Qingfeng believes that this is a nerve agent with fast onset, wide application and long-term effectiveness. The agent can be applied to arrows or blades. Once it enters the blood, it can forcibly interfere with the nervous system and cause cardiac arrest.

This is more ruthless than ordinary poisons, and it is much more profound than cutting pieces of human flesh with a knife.

Zhou Qingfeng retelled orally, and the old dwarf felt novel at the beginning. He quickly found paper and pen, and copied the prescription and manufacturing process in detail. After recording it, he also recited it several times.

After reading it, the old dwarf decided that Zhou Qingfeng was definitely a 'medical master' - the real master was Cialique. The god of murder could not do anything else, but he understood the poison with different effects thoroughly and studied it in depth. No one could compare to it.

The old witch doctor from the dwarf was born in a wild way, and he was thinking about research without any systematic study or accumulation. Just looking at the messy things in his shack, you will know that his level is very limited.

But this is what the witch doctor is like, it is similar to the civil subject.

The formula of 'parasitic poison' is not complicated, and it may be explained clearly in a few simple sentences, which is a professional manifestation in itself.

The old dwarf pondered word by word, and asked repeatedly about the key points he didn't understand. Zhou Qingfeng also gave it a few words of human physiological structures, which made the other party feel rewarded, happy, danced and laughed happily on the spot.

Todd said in Zhou Qingfeng's ear: "Old Borg is a believer of Talona, ​​the goddess of poison and disease, and is one of the earliest residents of the Black Forest after the Dark Day. He has no interest in wealth and status, and he likes to develop poison the most."

Compared to Cirick, who used to be powerful, Talona is just a weak divine power. The strengths of the two are very different, and they are not at the same level at all. However, neither of the two gods are kind-hearted.

Talona's believers are not good people. They want to get enough awe, but their personality is distorted. If anyone dares to provoke them, they will be secretly poisoned or infected with diseases in revenge.

"I said... Old Borg, can you stop jumping in front of my eyes?" Zhou Qingfeng stopped the old dwarf man's heartbroken happiness and asked with a reminder: "Do you have any tools to configure potions here? Beakers, test tubes, heating dishes, etc."

"Yes, yes, of course I have it." The old dwarf carefully collected the potion formula provided by Zhou Qingfeng and shouted outside the shack: "My stupid servants, come in and clean up the house. Today, a respected guest is here."

Several timid servants came into the shack and began to clean up in a hurry.

The cleaning work mainly involves putting some randomly thrown corpse internal organs into wooden frames, and then cleaning a few knives that chopped the corpse. By the way, the shack is ventilated to let the smell of blood dissipate.

The servants were busy, and the old dwarf laughed at Zhou Qingfeng again and said, "Young man, I realized that you are unique at first sight. You must be from a noble family. I wonder if I can know your full name?"

"My name is Victor Hugo." Uncle Zhou thought for a while, raised his head and shouted with his chest out: "My background is naturally extremely noble. The nation I live in has thousands of years of historical heritage, and my ethnic group has the blood of dragons."

The descendants of the dragon have the bloodline of the dragon, right?

But these words scared Old Borg and the barbarians were extremely shocked.

In the world of swords and magic, the dragon bloodline is not a joke. Those who dare to say this must have an extraordinary origin and a deep background. Todd blinked his eyes and asked in a low voice: "Victor, your bloodline can really be traced back to a certain dragon?"

"Of course." Zhou Qingfeng said affirmatively. He thought to himself: "It would be nice if I didn't say I was the successor of communism. A huge empire with a population of more than one billion is waiting for me, but I just don't know when I can go to work."

This answer is half affirmative and half ridiculous.

But Todd sighed again, "Victor, I know you must be born noble, but I didn't expect you to have such noble bloodlines. No wonder you know the biggest secret in this black forest."

Even Cialek was very interested in Zhou Qingfeng's bloodline. He thought about it repeatedly in Zhou Qingfeng's mind, but did not deny the authenticity of the "dragon vein". He only asked in confusion...

"Victor, I've been wondering why your body can become a cage for gods? Apart from having the blood of the dragon, there is really no better explanation. Can you tell me that your bloodline inherits that dragon?"

The God of Murder asked very seriously, but Zhou Qingfeng just wanted to hold his forehead with his hands - I just wanted to pretend to be a pussy, why did you believe it?

"No, this is a secret." Zhou Qingfeng refused to answer, after all, he couldn't answer. He only urged the old dwarf: "I will use this potion formula as a reward, and you can help me configure the paralysis poison. Please hurry up, I'm very nervous."

Todd also spoke, "Yes, yes, the Black Forest is about to be in chaos, Victor is very nervous. We must rush others to take action to search for treasure."

"Treasure hunt?" Old Borg screamed again, "Where are you going to search for treasure? I have never heard of any treasure in this black forest?"

The barbarian seemed to realize that he had missed it, so he quickly covered his mouth and shook his head desperately, "I promised Victor that he could not say it unless he told you himself. But we really want to find an incomparable treasure, and it will scare you to death if you say it."

Todd's funny look made Zhou Qingfeng roll his eyes. He couldn't tell whether the barbarian was cooperating with him to play a double act or was really stupid.

Anyway, the two of them were really intimidating. The old witch doctor in Kurozuma Village was hanged up with great curiosity and his eyes were wide open. Even the servants who were cleaning up in the shack erected their ears, their eyes wandered, and their ears were whispering.

Everyone had already determined that a noble figure came to the Black Forest. He knew a huge secret and was about to find a magical treasure.

Waiting for the servants to pack up and walk out of the shack, the news spreads in the Black Zang Village like wings. The more it spreads, the more magical it becomes, and the more outrageous it becomes. Every time a person's mouth comes, the rumors will add fuel to the fire.

In a short while, the rumors turned into rumors - a powerful warlock with the blood of the dragon clan came to the Black Forest, and he was going to find the huge treasure hidden in the forest for many years.

When the rumor "export to domestic sales" returned to Zhou Qingfeng's ears, he was stunned.

Dragon tribe bloodline?

A powerful warlock?
Chapter completed!