How to become a mermaid

Chapter 230 It's Wrong to Spit Anywhere
"Boom, boom, boom...!" A burst of intense beating sounded.

Accompanied by the beating sound, there was a scream that was louder than the other.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

In the khaki-colored sand basin, lay a half-dead fish head grass.

Half of its head had been shattered, and the eye-catching red and white mixture was splashed everywhere, spraying it all over the basin, but the mouth part was still intact, screaming screaming one by one.

"Ahhh~~!" The noisy shouts echoed in the air, making Shamanleer's ears numb.

"Boom!!"

Only a muffled sound was heard, and Shamanlael slammed down the stone pestle in his hand, and hit the fish head grass with a stick on the mouth.

The mouth that was screaming just now was instantly smashed into a red flower like an octopus intestine.

Losing its mouth, the fish head grass immediately became quiet and fell into a permanent tranquility.

It was dead, killed by Shaman Lear.

"I'm sorry... you can go at ease, I will eat you well, and I promise not to waste anything!"

After closing his eyes and mourning for this fish head grass for a few seconds, Shamanlael grabbed the rhizome underneath it and quickly threw it into the stove.

As soon as it came into contact with the hot charcoal in the stove, the stems and leaves of the fish head grass immediately burned, emitting a faint green light.

Shamanleir is currently brewing a magic potion for protecting the voice. The main material is fish head grass, and the combustion-supporting material is its stems and leaves.

As the saying goes, cooking beans burns Osmunda, Osmunda burns under the cauldron, and beans weep in the cauldron. To make potion with fish head grass, you must use its roots and stems to mix with charcoal fire, otherwise it will have no effect.

Halfway through the killer whale's blind date meeting, Shaman Laier has to host intensively every day, and at night he has to practice singing and breathing fire under the supervision of Alicia. His voice has long been unbearable. Days always feel dry and swollen.

It just so happened that he picked a few fish head grasses before, which can be used to make medicine.

It was the first time that this potion, Samantel, was boiled, so every step was done carefully.

"Zizi..."

The potion pot on the shelf stove was boiled dry and made a sizzling sound.

He probed the pot with his hands to make sure that the pot was hot, then Shamanlell dug out a spoonful of powder fin whale oil and poured it in.

After about five or six seconds, the whale oil completely melted and turned into a clear oil, and Shamanel then picked up the sand basin and poured the fish head grass juice that had just been smashed into it.

"Zizizi..." The mixed red and white fish head grass juice danced in the oil, making a loud noise.

While crushing these things into mud with a spoon, and mixing them with oil, Shamanlell added other materials into it.

First, two scallions, then a few big black garlics, and finally a spoonful of sea worm slime, throw all of them into the pot, and stir them together to form a red paste.

He has made the potion several times, and the more he makes it, the more he feels like he is stewing curry, because every time he makes it, it will become mushy.

Black paste, green paste, red paste, they are all paste anyway, with a clean and hygienic Asan flavor.

"Zizizi..." When Shamanleer's mind was full of fuzz, a burst of pink smoke came out of the pot.

Miraculously, this cloud of smoke is not indeterminate, but in the shape of a whole fish head like fish head grass.

The fish-head-shaped smoke rose from the pot and floated all the way to the ceiling. The moment it touched the wall, it let out a sharp and mournful cry: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

This is the unwilling whine of the fish head grass, and also its desperate roar!

But this is not important to Samantel, the louder it is, the more energetic the fish head grass is, and the better the effect of the stewed potion will be.

After covering his ears and waiting quietly for the fish head grass to finish calling, Shamanlael hurriedly added other ingredients into the pot.

First add a glass of water to prevent the contents of the pot from burning, and then add two tablespoons of blood algae powder to the pot to replenish qi and blood.

In the end... Shamanlael looked around nervously.

After making sure that there were no other creatures in the kitchen, only himself a fish, he closed his eyes and spit into the pot.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a puddle of his own saliva floating on the red paste.

Seeing the slightly viscous jelly-like substance in the crystal, Samantel stirred it with a shovel in disgust, so that it could be fully mixed with other materials.

Let me explain in advance that spitting in the cauldron is not because he has no quality, or because he doesn't want to give other people to drink this tube of potion, but it is written in Planck's formula!

[Mermaid's saliva can not only act as a sedative and be used as the main material of sedative potions, but also can be used as auxiliary materials when preparing certain potions. 】

[For example, when making a throat-moistening potion with fish head grass, you can add half a spoonful to a spoonful of mermaid saliva. Although it can be successfully prepared without adding it, the medicine will be more effective after adding mermaid saliva, so you can use it according to the situation. 】

As a mermaid, Samantel has a lot of saliva.

Since he took it by himself, the stronger the effect of the medicine, the better.

When everything was stirred evenly and no saliva was visible in it, the feeling of shock in Shamanlaer's heart gradually subsided.

It doesn't matter, anyway, he vomited it himself, not other fish.

While comforting himself in this way, Shamanlael stirred the red paste in the pot.

"Zi'er wow~Zi'er wow~"

When it was stirred to a viscous state like maltose, the red paste made of fish head grass made a burst of sizzling in the pot.

Even if the fish head grass is dead and turned into a potion, it still has to use its rotten vocal cords to shout out "Zi'er wah~Zi'er wah~" before it comes out of the pot!
Hearing this voice, Samantel raised his eyebrows, knowing that his potion was about to come out.

He carefully scooped out the red paste in the pot, and after letting it cool down a little, put it directly into the glass tube to start centrifuging.

"咻咻咻咻～" Just like last time, Shamanleir made a simple centrifuge made of paper, spinning the glass tube and flying it.

"Son, where are you!"

While Shamanlell was turning the potion, Alicia's call came from a distance.

Before he could answer, there was a knocking sound from upstairs.

Alicia hopped downstairs and followed the smell to the kitchen where Shamanlell was.

"Are you making potions?" Alicia asked.

"Hmm." Shamanlear responded casually.

He stopped pulling the rope, and poured the centrifuged potion into the glass bottle.

"Ahhh~~!" Even after being poured into the bottle, the liquid screamed.

In order to check the quality of the potion, Samantel picked up the glass bottle and put it in the sun to observe carefully.

Unlike the previous situation, the glass bottle emits neither colorful neon lights nor faint fluorescent lights.

Shamanleir was surprised to find that there was a tiny colorful small fish swimming in the bottle of light red liquid.

The fish in the potion bottle looks a bit like the jellyfish just now, but the color is not red and white, but changes to different colors with the light, and its flexible posture is like a living life.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" The fish head opened its mouth wide and let out a sharp cry.

This sound is exactly the same as that of Yutoucao, hiss...it is really loud enough!

(End of this chapter)