There's nothing much to say, actually Kama Taiji and the Three Great Temples have similar laboratories, just not as extreme, and they don't experiment on humans.
Except the London Temple, but Merlin's experiments never killed anyone.
Here with Jibo, not sure how he got so extravagant, just a glance reveals suspected human corpses numbering in the hundreds.
But what's the point of hanging them like this, airing them in the hallway?
Are they going to resurrect? Or await a Demon Soul to possess them in the flesh, as reinforcements for the Warlock Assault Team?
However, according to theory, Demon Souls cannot drive dead bodies, that's the realm of the Undead, incompatible with Demonology.
Unless...
Su Ming walked over, reaching a hand under the nose of one of the corpses...
Suddenly, the corpse opened its eyes, and opened its mouth attempting to bite his finger, thrashing on the iron frame like a fish swallowing bait.
"Hisssss! Haha!!"
The body made a sound like a poisonous snake, because of air leaking from the trachea.
If it weren't still hanging by a huge iron hook through its neck, with various junk spewing from the wound with its struggles, it would be no different from the living.
"Hmm, it really is a Voodoo Corpse." Su Ming withdrew his finger.
So Xiao got the mushrooms from Africa, then through the Wind Demon and the Warlock Assault Team, connected with Jibo the Great Mage to prepare his grand ambition.
And Jibo cultivated the mushrooms with magic here, then gave them to Lady Nine-Heads, to exchange for legitimate command and material support from the Warlock Assault Team, planning to supress Kalu's return, overturning Kama Taiji.
And through Jibo's intermediary, Lady Nine-Heads also gained financial support from certain people in Hellfire, because Sebastian is actually very rich.
One wants money, one wants power, one wants influence, these three are indeed a match made in heaven.
This makes sense, though it's a bit convoluted, this is the scene after three different forces exploit each other, a rather stable triangle.
Sometimes vision is limited, seeking solutions only within the framework of allies makes many things seem not quite reasonable or ideal.
Just like the Justice League, knowing that sometimes magic might solve problems more easily, but preferring to rely on their own rather than outside help, they would rather send Superman or Barry for a round.
The only question left for Su Ming now is just a few remaining doubts.
If Jibo's Voodoo Mushrooms came from Xiao, then how did Xiao, as a British, know about such mushrooms in Africa?
And where is Lady Nine-Heads' consciousness hiding now, where is her memory backup? Moreover, who built all those various robots of hers?
Looking at it this way, there should be another ally or subordinate on her side with no apparent motives, which is quite interesting.
A spectator hoping for fun? Su Ming does know a few in the world today.
Passing through the noisy corridor, allowing those Reanimated Corpses to keep roaring on the racks, Su Ming doesn't even bother with what they mean, just some Living Corpses filled with beast souls, their weapons only nails and teeth, nothing to worry about.
Yet this scene has a zombie outbreak kind of déjà vu, making Su Ming feel a bit nostalgic.
Since entering Jibo's lab, naturally he has to check on the research progress, destroy too disgusting things, and bring useful things back to Kama Taiji for Monac to study.
After all, being involved in Dark Magic, maybe it will inspire the Magic Prince in some way?
Always having others do the work, you have to give him a taste of sweetness, the Magic Prince considers money as dirt, only caring about his beard and rabbit, Su Ming also wants to cultivate more hobbies for him.
So the Strangulation gang helped him search for things, while the cloak, as usual, scavenged for magical materials and artifacts, and Su Ming quickly flipped through various magic books and experiment records here.
Have to say, Jibo indeed researched some seemingly useful stuff, such as a potion.
The Voodoo Corpses here are one step further on the magic level than the controlled US Army, almost genuine Voodoo, but after all, they are corpses, and with the passage of time, they always have issues like shedding skin or nails, difficult to blend into society for covert missions.
Hence, Jibo invented a magic potion to reboot the body's metabolic mechanisms, allowing the nails and teeth of the dead to regrow, skin as well, and the formula explicitly states—'trace amounts of Self-healing Mutant blood.'
This trace made Su Ming smirk, further confirming the identity of Lady Nine-Heads' mysterious helper.
It's supposed to be useful, maybe after Monac studies and modifies it a bit, this thing can be used on the living? At least there's always someone hoping to regrow teeth or skin, right?
Hmm, once researched, find a way to mass produce, let Holloway sell it under his name, as a source of income.
In this era, ice pick therapy is still considered an effective treatment method, let alone a potion that can regrow teeth, people of this time are very willing to believe in 'scientific miracles,' far less skeptical than later generations.
Simple-minded, just like the residents of Gotham.
Unfortunately, flipping through for a long time, the most useful data was just that potion, Jibo's other experiments or inventions seemed a bit too absurd, even filled with sinister madness to a normal person.
Su Ming considers himself well-traveled, but he still can't figure out what Jibo intends by magically transplanting human heads onto kangaroos?
And he wants to modify the kangaroos to grow wings? And use skunk-like gas attacks for biochemical warfare?
What kind of nonsense is this? Jibo seems to be quite mad doing experiments.
Besides knowing this base is located in the hinterland of Australia, with kangaroos available for experiments, this experiment conclusion is utterly useless.
Demonology experiment reports are most abundant here, which also means they are the most useless, as Jibo seems to be experimenting and reasoning to study why demons don't die in the Main Dimension but their souls return to the Hell Plane for rebirth.
The topic is not bad, involving the balance theory of Hell souls, but what's worth studying? Just ask Mephisto or any Demon King for the answer!
So in the end, Su Ming only harvested a few magic books, a potion sample, a formula, and most things here were regarded as garbage.
Even the cloak, which could usually sweep the ground like a hound, sniffing out where magic items were buried, didn't find much loot here.
Found two Magic Rings, some low-level material with energy, the other Dark Magic and Voodoo materials were too dirty, dirtier than Deadpool, the cloak didn't want to touch them.
"Since the clues aren't underground, then they're upstairs, not entirely fruitless. Ah, even bits of mosquito legs are meat, just make do."
Su Ming walked through the noisy mass of corpses again, chatting lightly with Strangulation, pressing the elevator door close button.