Miss Poison Doctor

Chapter 352 Burning

burn!
Hearing Feng Lao's words, Feng Qingge's eyes widened in surprise.

What kind of solution is this?
"Sometimes, the method that seems to be the most unreliable is actually the most reliable."

Expecting Feng Qingge's reaction a long time ago, Feng Lao opened his mouth with a smile.

The corners of Feng Qingge's mouth twitched and he glanced at the iron sheet in his hand, and then at Mr. Feng's old face with a sinister smile.

When Yu Guang inadvertently caught a glimpse of the medicine cauldron on the table, he froze suddenly.

Suddenly belatedly realized...

Just now I burned the iron leaf orchid for such a long time, and this piece of iron was also in the purple lotus fire cauldron, and there was not even a trace of melting.

Feng Qingge's eyes flashed, and she narrowed her eyes silently.

"How about it, girl... burn it or not?" Old Feng opened his mouth calmly.

"burn."

Feng Qingge gritted her teeth and became cruel, and handed the rusty piece of iron to Elder Feng.

"Hey hey hey hey...Girl, watch it."

With a wave of the old palm, the piece of iron was quietly suspended in mid-air.

Old Feng smiled "hehehe", and a jet of jet-black flame popped out from his hand, wrapping it towards the piece of iron.

In the room, with the appearance of the jet-black flame, the temperature in the surrounding air suddenly rose rapidly.

The jet-black flame, like an iron pot, is densely wrapped around the iron sheet inside.

As time slowly passed, the rusty iron pieces quickly began to melt.

"It really works."

Looking at the piece of iron that was gradually melting, Feng Qingge's eyes lit up.

A pair of clear eyes stared closely at the flame in Feng Lao's hand, with a hint of envy in his eyes.

You know, I spent 10 minutes just now, and this piece of iron didn't even melt the corners.

But now, the jet-black flame only burned for half a minute, and the piece of iron had completely melted.

Thinking of the "Fire of Strange Numbers" recorded in the books borrowed from Zangshu Pavilion, Feng Qingge suddenly burst into admiration.

Obviously, the black flame in Feng Lao's hand is also a kind of "strange fire".

While thinking about it, the five centimeter square piece of iron had completely melted into a liquid state.

The gray-brown liquid was suspended in the air, but not a single drop fell, and it continued to burn rapidly under the wrap of the jet-black flame.

puff!
After about 5 minutes, there was a light "poof" sound from the gray-brown liquid.

The original rusty iron sheet has completely disappeared.

In the black flames, a piece of brown parchment the size of a palm slowly floated down in mid-air and fell towards the table.

"Hey hey, it's done."

Looking at the old brown parchment in front of him, Mr. Feng waved his smiling palm, and the flames in mid-air disappeared without a trace.

"This is, a map?"

Reaching out to pick up the brown parchment, Feng Qingge looked at it carefully.

I saw this piece of parchment, I don't know when it was drawn, the corners have been yellowed, and the pavement on the page reveals a sense of ancient vicissitudes.

On the yellow-brown paper, there are zigzag lines drawn on it, and it can be seen that it is the outline of a map.

But this map is obviously not complete, it is just a residual map.

"It's just an incomplete map, why hide it in such a secret place?"

Looking at the obviously broken lines on the edge of the parchment, Feng Qingge was puzzled.

(End of this chapter)