Jia Yuanliang was startled.
He instinctively took a step forward, only to realize that the scream did not belong to Yan Anqing.
"Come in."
"Then... excuse me."
Jia Yuanliang slowly walked into the laboratory, feeling uneasy.
He had heard that over in Vatican, the Great Pope of the Church of Yahweh had recently acted in Yahweh's name to confer upon Dr. Yan the title of "Blazing Angel" on behalf of God.
Perhaps it meant something like "the spark of wisdom, illuminating civilization"? Or perhaps, "the flame of thought, setting the dark starry sky ablaze"?
Though such random thoughts ran through his mind, Jia Yuanliang had never been one to gossip. He kept all his thoughts bottled up inside.
Upon entering the laboratory, he saw the person who had cried out in pain earlier.
It was a Golden-Eyed One.
If he remembered correctly, his name seemed to be Ying Kai.
Half of Ying Kai's body was submerged in a tub filled with dark green liquid, and his expression was exceedingly strange—half crying, half laughing.
A devilishly suggestive phrase surfaced in Jia Yuanliang's mind—"painful yet pleasurable."
Jia Yuanliang noticed that every hair on Ying Kai's body stood on end as he continuously rolled and convulsed in the tub.
He looked at his nose, then at his heart, treating himself like a stone that neither looked around nor listened carelessly.
He knew very clearly why he had come here.
The internal database of Yaoguang Section once contained a survey conducted by some predecessor with far too much time on his hands.
It recorded that when faced with an unpaid debt of gratitude, 95% of humans would make one of the following two choices:
1. Since they owed too much, they should just die! As long as their benefactor lived, the debtor's conscience would