Prototype (Part 2)

A burnt smell lingered in the air. It came from the flesh scorched by the overheated notes on the body surface.

Ye Qingxuan found the symptoms particularly familiar, and the memory of the creepy old woman, who had been transformed into a half-demon, that he met when he first came to Avalon suddenly popped up in his mind...

"The research on human body transformation that Anglo originally carried out in secret?" he frowned.

The old man replied, "Yes, the research project has indeed provided us with a lot of convenience, or at least, it has contributed part of the mature technology regarding the imprinting of musical movements on the human body."

Newton waved his hand nonchalantly, "Rest assured, I know that you are the Grand Inquisitor, and have not transplanted demon blood onto him. The Net of Aether is meant to be applied to humans anyway, so demon blood is actually redundant."

Ye Qingxuan simply shook his head and said nothing.