I'm telling fortunes in North America. I'm really not a wizard.

In the basement, a strange atmosphere filled the air. Various strange experimental instruments were placed around, and faint unknown lights flickered in the corners.

"Why do these cursed monsters melt away?"

This is what the military attaché asked.

Chen Yaozu didn't say anything. He just glanced at the monsters casually and already knew the reason, but his lips were tightly closed and he didn't utter a word.

In his opinion, sometimes doing too much and talking too much are not good things. Too much talk leads to mistakes, and rash actions can easily expose one's intentions and cards.

Moreover, he was very curious about the extent to which the witch Angelina had studied the mysterious curse field.

The witch Angelina was like a fish on a chopping board waiting to be slaughtered, and had to bow her head.

Hearing the question raised by the Oriental man in front of her, she hurriedly and eagerly reached out to take the documents that were being sorted aside, and quickly flipped through a few of them with slightly trembling hands.

"Sir, this is the data from our experiment."

There was a hint of flattery and uneasiness in her voice as she handed over the information respectfully.

The records in the materials are all in English, and the military attaché can naturally understand English.

He knew all the letters and could pronounce them easily, but when it came to putting words together to form sentences, he was often at a loss.

Because English is always keen on creating new words, especially when studying things that have never been seen before, since there are no ready-made words to describe them, they can only create them.

However, the meaning of these newly coined words is often only understood by the people who created them.

This is completely different from Chinese characters, which have a profound cultural heritage and semantic logic. Even when encountering new concepts, they can be understood by combining the meanings of existing characters.

Therefore, although the military attachés could spell out those English words, they found it difficult to understand the meaning of these new English words, let alone the sentences they were combined into.

“Sir, it’s like this. To put it simply, it’s because these people’s bodies can’t withstand the curse, which causes genetic collapse.

It's probably like this!"

When facing non-professionals, Witch Angelina very tactfully discarded all complicated terms, data and lengthy descriptions, and summarized them in the most concise and clear sentence.

After hearing this, the military officer nodded slightly, and he already understood the key point.

Seeing this, the witch continued to explain, "This is a curse. The power of the curse, through their resentment, anger, and greed, induces mutations in their bodies, which is why these species appear.

However, they were just ordinary people. They did not have an indomitable will and could not withstand the power from the dark world.

What's more, their cognition, anger or resentment are not pure.

This is also the reason why their conversion is unsuccessful.”

As she spoke, a hint of regret flashed in her eyes, and she felt a little unwilling to accept the unsuccessful experiment.

“But according to the records, this curse technique was originally introduced from your East, and there is no record of people turning into monsters.

After recording the formation of the curse, they can use hatred to temporarily borrow the power of the ancient ancestral spirits, tigers, leopards, and wolf-eagles in battle.

But there has never been any record of them turning into werewolves, cat-men, or the greedy Wendigo skeletons in Indian horror myths. "

The witch continued.

“Later, according to my research, I found that the curse is a kind of power and also a bridge of communication. It can use negative emotions such as anger, resentment and greed from the dark world to attract dark forces to transform itself.

What kind of transformation is made depends on the person being transformed's own perception of himself, and what kind of devil he wants to become when he is lured by dark emotions."

The witch Angelina started talking, and her emotions grew more intense as she spoke.

The depressing life of the basement experiment made him want to talk. The military attaché and Chen Yaozu just listened quietly, like two silent statues, neither interrupting the witch's words nor asking any questions.

Their eyes are calm and deep, making it impossible to peek into their thoughts.

Seeing this, the witch Angelina paused, licked her dry lips, and continued to explain: "My data records that when you ancient Eastern people borrowed this power, you did not borrow the power of darkness, but ancestor worship.

Ancestors worship humans. They believe that their ancestors were humans and that their ancestors had the power to control tigers, leopards, wolves, and eagles, rather than turning themselves into tigers, leopards, wolves, and eagles.

So you Orientals, when cursed, can draw upon these special powers without turning into monsters.

Moreover, because you are borrowing the power of your ancestors instead of the power of the dark abyss, it will not cause your body to collapse quickly.

That’s the difference! The difference in perception!”

The witch Angelina spoke out all the results of her years of research without reservation.

She knew very well that her current situation was precarious, and only by demonstrating her own value could she have a chance of survival in this cruel situation.

After all, what kind of person has value?
Useful people are valuable!
Otherwise, the FBI operations chief who is now lying on the ground with a broken neck is a lesson for her.

Finally, she got the chance to survive that she had always dreamed of.

The military officer looked at her and nodded slowly. He certainly understood what the witch in front of him wanted most at this moment.

"Okay! We need your knowledge and experience!"

The witch felt as if she had been pardoned, and a grateful smile immediately covered her face. She quickly thanked him, "Sir, I will do my best to contribute my knowledge and research.

I’m useful!”

It looked as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw.

In just a few minutes, the members of the action team moved quickly and skillfully, packing up everything in an orderly manner, including all the data in the surveillance video.

In the laboratory, any recording medium was taken away, not even a piece of paper was left behind.

As for those experimental subjects.

No one spoke.

Because Chen Yaozu knew that there would be cleaners to take care of everything.

Whether dead or alive, experimental subjects are valuable.

As for Shi Weiguo, after Chen Yaozu nodded to him affirmatively and told him that the information about the Shi family's magical fighting techniques had been destroyed, his tense nerves finally relaxed.

A huge weight was lifted off his chest, and he knew that he would have to work wholeheartedly for Chen Yaozu from now on.

Everyone quickly packed up the information and loaded it into the car.

Soon, a group of people got on the car, which started slowly and disappeared silently into the night.

The night was dark, like a huge piece of black silk, covering everything, including, of course, the car that was running silently without its lights on.

The military attaché was sitting in the car, looking out the window into the dark night. He suddenly turned his head and asked Chen Yaozu, "Is the werewolf you caught still alive?"

In fact, he guessed that the werewolf was still alive, otherwise Chen Yaozu would not have shown such a surprised expression when he saw the monsters' bodies collapse just now.

And why is this living werewolf still alive? (End of this chapter)