The next morning.
Xia Zhou rode a public carriage, bade farewell to An Ruer at the entrance of the Energy Research Institute, and then proceeded to his workspace.
His task for the morning was to concoct an antidote for the 13th blood demon shell.
In the afternoon, he would bring the antidote to the 13th laboratory for verification.
The one conducting the verification was Anna.
She placed the antidote that Xia Zhou had made and a small pinch of red sand together on a closed poison operation table.
Black smoke rose, but otherwise, there were no changes.
"Is it a failure?"
Xia Zhou stood by with his arms crossed.
He was not pretending to be ignorant but had some questions to ask the other side, so he had to find an excuse to start.
Each research group had its own work to do, and generally speaking, they were to keep secret...
"Well... it's not exactly a failure."