The walls of the office were adorned with reports he couldn't understand, along with some anatomical illustrations.

No issues there.

At the very end of the hallway, there was a tightly closed door.

The sign on the door bore a line of words.

"Morgue."

Skylark recognized that line of Japanese.

Gu Jianlin felt a chill down his spine; how could such a place intentionally arrange for a morgue?

The best way to deal with incomprehensible things is to go see for oneself.

After he used virtualization to enter the morgue behind the door, a dense aura of death filled the darkness.

He returned to his physical form, turning on his phone's flashlight to illuminate the body bags there.

"Right side, the first one."

Skylark once more issued the command.

Gu Jianlin walked over to a body bag, tied the sword bag on his back, and opened the zipper with his phone.

He suddenly froze.

Not because this corpse was riddled with countless knife marks, as if it had been sliced a thousand times.

But because on the left side, the corpse was distinctly human with ordinary features and organs, while the right side had completely transformed into a beast. A white bone mask seemed adhered to the face, covered with sinister Dragon Scales, the skeleton deformed.

Miyamoto Shosuke.

"No wonder they needed to retrieve the corpse; this guy was obviously a beneficiary of Transplantation. He was indeed used to hunt you down, a Holy Land Level Pseudo Ancestor. If I faced him, I'd probably be dead."

Gu Jianlin murmured softly, "Wait."

At this moment, Skylark finally asked curiously: "What did you discover?"

On the forehead of this corpse, Gu Jianlin saw an almost imperceptible wound.

He remembered clearly that at the crime scene where the body was stolen, the deceased medical personnel also had this wound on their foreheads, something not noticeable unless observed closely.

It was extremely subtle.

"This isn't a wound you caused."

He glanced at the data from the Si Family that was sent earlier.

This file had all the photos of Miyamoto Shosuke from childhood to adulthood. This person liked to tie his hair in the unique high ponytail of sword practitioners, leaving his shiny forehead exposed.

Sure enough, in photos before he was forty, there was no such wound.

No, to be precise, there was no such wound before he was seriously injured.

This wound appeared only after he recovered.

"Speaking of which, I find it strange. Have you heard of the Yihua Plan? As far as I know, the experimental subjects of this plan are mostly special groups who have been sick since childhood, hence being used as experimental subjects. Yet, the Princess of the Order World, Thunder, possesses the rare Frieda's Spiritual Schizophrenia Syndrome."

Gu Jianlin spoke softly: "Miyamoto Shosuke's file didn't mention any illness. Yet after he disappeared for a while, he suddenly became a Pseudo Ancestor. That efficiency... too fast. The members of The Order of the Hidden I encountered before had the support of the Penglai Ascension Array, but this time it's different..."

Because this time, it was directly a Pseudo Ancestor.

Skylark remained silent for a moment, then said softly: "You should know the use of the Penglai Ascension Array; it's merely to perfect the effects of Transplantation. Does The Order of the Hidden really use this only to enhance combat power?"

Gu Jianlin felt a chill run down his back.

Of course not.

The Order of the Hidden must be conducting some kind of more dangerous research.

The Penglai Ascension Array was only a foundation.

Perhaps now, their research has been completed!

"What can you profile out?"

Skylark suddenly said: "Just use your intuition."

Gu Jianlin gazed at this terrifyingly gruesome corpse, closed his eyes, and entered a deep profile: "Despair, fear, bewilderment, helplessness. Operating table, disinfectant, high fever, nightmare, whispers. White coats, injected drugs."

After a while, he opened his eyes: "That's all, not enough information."

Suddenly a fleeting bloody shadow appeared.

Skylark jumped out of his shadow, landing lightly beside him, frowned, and snarked: "I didn't want to come out; it's disgusting with corpses everywhere."

"What's up?"

Gu Jianlin glanced at her.

"You're too weak, unable to harness the power of Karma; I'll help you."

Skylark narrowed her bewitching eyes, her gaze proud: "Let's trace back the Karma."

She extended her fair right hand.

Gu Jianlin knew she wanted to perform spiritual synchronization with him.

He silently recited the Great Compassionate Mantra and held her delicate, cool hand.

Spiritual synchronization!

Boom!

"It might hurt a bit, but a man shouldn't say he can't."

Skylark's ethereal and graceful voice echoed in his ears: "Don't let me look down on you."

Gu Jianlin felt as if his brain was evaporating, the world before him plunging into a kaleidoscope, bizarre and twisted, with the light of fluorescent lamps and the smell of disinfectant rushing at him.

In a daze, it seemed like he was having a nightmare.

In this nightmare, he was fitted with a straitjacket, securely fastened to an operating table, with doctors in white coats whispering like ghosts, the glare of the lights forcing him to squint.

His head suddenly throbbed violently, the top of his forehead feeling as if it were being split open like a craniotomy.

As if something was drilling into his brain.

Not just that.

There was also the sensation of his soul being torn in two.

"The experiment is very successful; the test subject of Sequence 1057 has successfully endured the fusion phase, the living sacrifice has been implanted, the Ancient God Gene and human gene for the first time have achieved balance!"