Huo Zheng hurried to the research room.

Standing at the gate, he was in a very heavy mood. So far, he has not found a prescription for medicines.

There was a loud noise in the research room.

Huo Zheng couldn't take into account small emotions anymore, so he pushed the door in.

The room smells of blood, and it stinks to the extreme.

Huo Zheng's good-looking sword eyebrows frown, the situation inside is very messy, although Huo Zheng does not know what happened after he left, but it will certainly not be a good thing.

"Second Uncle."

The research room was empty.

Hawthorne took a few more steps inside, just...