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Chapter 113 Potion (Fifth)

Under the guidance of Zhu Dachang, the old man walked into a courtyard full of wine fragrance, and thirty middle-aged men, between 40 and [-] years old, were drunk and drunk.

The old man walked among the crowd, as if admiring a fat pig waiting to be slaughtered, and looked at the drunken man on the ground with satisfaction.

Zhu Dachang saw the old man walk into the middle of the crowd, his eyes flashed fiercely, and he said sharply: "Do it!"

The drunk people on the ground immediately stood up with their knives in their hands, and rushed towards the old man in the crowd.

The old man smiled and shook his head indifferently, "Even you, an acquired martial artist, are not my all-in-one enemy. It's really stupid to arrange such a scene!"

With a wave of the old man's hand, the gray mist rose at some point, and all the besieging him turned into slow motion, and in the end they even stood still like a statue.

Zhu Dachang had never seen such a method before, and he couldn't help but limp on the ground.

"Is this the art of witchcraft? Are you a Gu master?!"

After he exclaimed in surprise, he found that he was not affected, but after guessing that the other party was a Gu Master, he was scared out of his wits and didn't dare to make any more moves.

Immobilizing all thirty warriors in an instant, the technique of witchcraft is really terrifying.

"Did you know? Sure enough, all of you Jianghu warriors are brainless idiots!"

The old man glanced contemptuously at Zhu Dachang, who was limp on the ground, and stopped looking at him. He looked at the 30 people standing still with satisfaction, and with a wave of his hand, drops of black liquid accurately flew into their mouths.

As the black liquid fell into their mouths, their bodies began to tremble uncontrollably, with painful expressions on their faces, but none of them made a sound, like a silent puppet show.

When their bodies stopped trembling, the pained expressions on their faces disappeared, their eyes became lifeless, and only the numb and stiff expressions that people had after death remained on their faces.

"They're all dead?!" Zhu Dachang covered his mouth and shouted in horror.

The old man admired his work very satisfied, probably because he was in a good mood, so he didn't blame Zhu Dachang for his gaffe, but answered his words.

"They're not dead, but it's almost the same as being dead. They have lost control of their bodies, and only have the instinct to follow my orders. And..."

The old man turned his head, looked at Zhu Dachang, and said with a smile: "I am the secret medicine of our Nanban. For this secret medicine, I traveled all over the swamp for thousands of miles and prepared for nearly ten years before refining it. By the way, you know Blood pill?"

Zhu Dachang shook his head in horror.

The old man shook his head in disappointment, sighed and said, "You are from a rivers and lakes in a small place like Bian County, and you don't even know about blood pills, so what about demon warriors? You always know this, right?"

"I know, I know!" The old man nodded in satisfaction and said, "The magic warriors are transformed after eating blood pills."

As the old man walked towards him slowly, he said slowly: "You may not know, in fact, this blood pill has the same origin as my secret medicine. Speaking of which, it is the predecessor of the blood pill, and the blood pill is here. On the basis of the secret medicine, combined with your research on the way of Danwu."

The old man walked up to Zhu Dachang, looked down at Zhu Dachang, and said with a smile: "You know the function of the blood pill, right? After taking it, it can increase the strength of the warrior to a great extent. My secret medicine also has the same effect. Moreover, if the effect is stronger, their strength will at least increase to the acquired perfection, and those with extraordinary talents may even increase to the innate state."

"However, its side effects are very serious. The reason why they increase so much strength is to consume their vitality. The more they use force, the less time they can survive. They can survive to the end. Thirty of them It’s impossible to live until dawn.”

"In addition, although they have memories, they don't have their own minds. They can only become puppets who obey orders."

"You said, are they the most perfect dead soldiers? This secret medicine has a name in your Central Plains because of its world-famous magic blood pill. For the Potion Slayer."

"Isn't it very vivid? Haha..."

Seeing the old man looking up and laughing unpreparedly, a stern look flashed in Zhu Dachang's eyes again, the martial arts aura was instantly aroused, and he slashed at the old man viciously.

A figure suddenly appeared in front of the old man, blocking his knife with the same knife technique.

Zhu Dachang looked at the person blocking him, and exclaimed, "Brother Cheng? You..."

Seeing Brother Cheng's Mengran expression, and thinking about what the old man said just now, he suddenly understood something.

"You..." Before he finished speaking, he just started talking. A knife was inserted into his heart from behind him, and the tip of the knife came out from the front. Blood, with the last of his strength, said: "I'm sorry, it's me, even... tired..."

Before the word "you" could be said, Zhu Dachang vomited a big mouthful of blood, twisted his neck, and died of breathlessness.

The old man looked at Zhu Dachang's body, shook his head, and said, "Why bother? Is it not good to live? As long as you don't have any wrong thoughts, how could I kill you? Alas, as the master said, this warrior from the Central Plains , each of them is an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf, so you can't have any illusions about him!"

The old man didn't know what he thought of, and with a ferocious expression on his face, he roared in a low voice: "People from the Central Plains, all deserve to die! All deserve to die!"

It took a while for the old man to calm down, his face regained his indifference, looked at the dark night under the dim moonlight, and said with a smile: "Very well, God help me too!"

The moon is high, the wind is black and the night is killing people.

While the old man was speaking, thirty potion slayers stood in front of the old man in uniform.

The old man looked at the seven people in the front and was very satisfied: "Sure enough, the warriors who chose to practice the "Wild Boar Art" mainly to increase their physical fitness have achieved very good results in refining potions and dead soldiers. Seven of the 30 people have reached the level of beginners. Innate strength."

The old man had a deep understanding of the Central Plains.

In a city like Qinglin County, even with the addition of the imperial court, the number of innate masters is very small.

The seven innate-level potion slayers could theoretically sweep the entire Qinglin County.

According to the old man's will, the potion slayers were automatically divided into three teams.

A team of ten people.

The number of people is evenly distributed, but the distribution of innate-level potion dead is not evenly distributed.

There is a team with six innate-level potion slayers, a team with only one innate-level potion slayers, and the remaining team has no innate-level potion slayers.

"Tonight, I want Qinglin County's blood to flow into a river in memory of the 16 people who died in vain 520 years ago!"

As the old man's voice fell, the three teams of Potions died quietly walked out of the yard and disappeared into the night.

(End of this chapter)