Lann walked into the dim alley.
The glowing cat eyes, under the influence of the magic potion, saw the scene clearly.
First, he took off the gauntlets of his "Smaug," exposing nimble and accurate fingers.
Then, as he walked inside, he pulled out a set of medical instruments from the alchemy pouch at his back waist, which he prepared anew each time.
He placed the entire set of instruments on both sides of the small alley, atop the stacked tombstones.
Then he drew out glass test tubes and a small surgical knife.
Gray blood disease, beastification, Holy Blood, blood treatment... It seems that as long as you talk about Yan'an, you have to mention 'blood.'
Lann's goal was none other than the blood of those who succumbed at the final stages of gray blood disease.
This scene, without a doubt, had been cleaned by the Healing Church.
But only so that the city's atmosphere wouldn't be too terrible and desperate, cleaning just the small segment at the alley's entrance.
