Fake Ancient God

After a while, Nie Yuan brought Gustav up.

Tiptoe, he walked cautiously into Buck's studio. Mr. Gustav Jr. said doubtfully, "Why did you ask me to come up? There are still things to do down there."

Buck did not speak, but glanced at Nie Yuan.

Nie Yuan understood and said, "We need Big Gustav's help now. Could you ask Little Gustav to leave for a while?"

"Is there anything I can help you with? I'm clumsy, but I'm happy to help."

Like a seamless switch, Mr. Gustav's voice appeared, and the look in his eyes became simple and honest.

Seeing this, Nie Yuan suddenly thought of something, and suddenly realized: "Oh, I suddenly remembered now, you both use the same body, so it doesn't matter to you, the same thing, I want little Gustav Come to help sir, he can do better, after all, he is smarter and more understanding."

"Ha ha!"

Little Gustav jumped out immediately, and said triumphantly: "Nie Yuan, I have to say, you really have a vision, that stupid big man, as you said, apart from being able to set off other people's IQ, it is simply It's useless."

"you…"

Mr. Gustav appeared again, his tone had changed, and his breathing was a little heavier.

But before he could speak, Buck suddenly put his palm into the jar of translucent thick liquid that he had prepared earlier.

He let the viscous liquid cover his palm, and then the black and green aura that belonged to the descendants of the ancient gods suddenly evaporated on his palm. At the same time, the viscous liquid covering his palm was gradually vaporizing.

I saw Buck suddenly grabbing Gustav's face. He was supposed to catch him, but he didn't know how to do it. He grabbed a piece of the air in front of Gustav's face. A wispy reddish transparent thing.

It's like a ray of light shining through the fog, making it unreal and blurred.

When the pale red illusory thing started, Buck said: "Okay, Gustav, you have helped a lot, let us borrow your anger, this level is just right, no more and no less."

Both Mr. Gustaves were stunned.

Then Mr. Gustav swallowed the depression in his heart just now and tentatively said, "So, did I help you?"

Nie Yuan replied, "Yes, you have done a great job, Gustav the Great."

"Then what you said just now was a deliberately distorted fact to try to provoke me?"

"Of course, you are our important partner, how can you be useless."

"That's it, that's fine."

Mr. Gustave breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I am really aggrieved to hear that, but now it's all right, so I'll go down with that guy and continue to work without disturbing you."

"OK."

Mr. Gustave left, and closed the studio door intimately as he left.

Nie Yuan didn't speak anymore, but turned his doubtful eyes to Buck, who was thinking hard and holding that pale red illusory thing in his hand.

Really angry?

Buck, no, not only Buck, the powerful beings in this world can actually use some mysterious and treacherous means to strip the ethereal emotions from the living body and hold them in their hands.

Because I still remember the contents of the newspaper I saw in the first rental house.

As an abstract concept, anger can really be extracted!

With such a real scene happening in front of him, Nie Yuan could only try his best to accept and adapt to it.

This should be the difference in the basic rules of the two worlds, and the sense of separation presented.

For example, several things on the earth can be assembled together to form objects such as phonographs and projectors.

Under the physical rules of this world, why can't several things be assembled together, such as magic circles and abstract sources?

The nature of the world has never been determined by human beings, but by the rules of the big world.

The big world rule here stipulates that magnetism can generate electricity. People discovered this rule and made a magneto generator, which is defined as science.

The big world rule at the other end stipulates that magnetism cannot generate electricity, but pollen can discharge. People discovered this rule and made a pollen generator, which is also defined as science.

Both are right.

Because people live under the rules of the big world, just like fish in water, they can only adapt to the buoyancy of water, but cannot change the characteristics of water.

The world in my hometown is like a freshwater fish, seeking to survive in freshwater.

And this different world right now is like a saltwater fish, seeking to survive in saltwater.

Both freshwater and saltwater fish are real and live well in their respective waters.

But they couldn't understand, or even basically couldn't get in touch with each other's existence.

Saltwater fish will wonder, how could there be fish that can live in fresh water, it must be an illusory legend, it is false.

The same is true for freshwater fish. They feel that in such a brackish liquid, they cannot even survive, and it is impossible to breed such a variety of species.

In different universes, there will also be different physical rules, which will lead to the intelligent creatures living in it, which will give birth to completely different civilization trees.

These words seem to be in Nie Yuan's memory. At the beginning, he thought it was purely for the attention of Chu Shuibo, and was proposed by an unknown scientist.

At the time, it was just a joke, and he just skipped it. Now, he takes it seriously.

Buck was muttering words there, looking at the thirty-six flavors of alchemy materials in front of him, as if he was carrying out some complicated calculations.

"Although there is no detailed record of the alchemy process, with the existing information, I can try to capture that inspiration."

"In the logic of alchemy, these materials should have deep connections."

"All the materials are ready, then follow the inspiration, try to achieve that kind of alchemy balance, let the thirty-six ingredients blend smoothly and without imbalance, and see what kind of thing will be refined in the end. Come."

While speaking, the dark green aura on Buck's body spread to all the materials.

Then those materials began to float around Buck as if they were being held up by invisible forces, and began to change their arrangement constantly. It seemed that Buck was also verifying his own calculations in the process.

A few minutes later, the arrangement of the materials no longer changed, but began to fuse in a small amount in the dark green breath released by Buck, and gradually reached a certain balance.

However, it is not directly mixed together, but the attributes of each other are beginning to be connected.

Buck stretched out his hand and added that illusory reddish anger into it.

When anger entered this alchemy framework, it instantly melted away, and other materials were coated with a faint red light.

Then Buck manipulated these materials, fell into the large clay pot beside him, and closed the lid.

Boom~~

Under the pot, a violent flame suddenly spewed out, making Nie Yuan startled, wondering why something exploded.

It turned out that Buck activated the platform's flame vent and began to heat the ingredients inside.

His eyes never left the big pot, even if the lid was closed, so he couldn't see the contents inside.

"You can't imitate me for the time being. Manipulating ingredients from a distance is the patent of a senior alchemist."

"Even now, I am trying to stabilize the balance between these materials and contribute to the final result."

"As a beginner, the basic alchemy you can learn should be the same as cooking thick soup, and you need to stir with a stick or something."

"What can be prepared is limited to certain potions with special effects, which are similar to boiling herbs."

"Yes, every senior alchemist is an outstanding pharmacist, reasoner, and even a chef, because sometimes, the heat is really important."

"If you have time, I will show you my craft, so let's have dinner tonight."

"These materials begin to be deeply integrated, and it will take about two hours. During this period, I need to keep the balance under control."

"I think... maybe it's feasible, it can be successful at one time, because so far, it's been very stable, and the quality of our materials is actually very harmonious with each other."

"Now there is only one last question left, what should the finished product look like?"

"The handwriting of truth, listening to the name and reading the description, should really be a source of abstraction."

"Since it is an abstract source, it is often not limited to a specific shape. As long as it is not too exaggerated, it can show its essential characteristics."

"It can be a hollow ball, a piece of paper, or a ring."

"But it has to conform to the properties of these materials. When these things are combined together, they cannot be changed into something, such as your heart."

"Truth handwriting, handwriting, sounds, if it were a piece of paper, it would be more in line with what it should look like?"

"Then let's take a piece of paper and let's see the results."

…

It was said that it was about two hours, but the error was really no more than five minutes.

Nie Yuan was always waiting by the side, watching Buck concentrate on manipulating the contents of the pot.

He couldn't see what complicated reactions were happening inside, so he had to keep his suspicions on the side, and it was not good for him to ask Buck directly to interrupt his very devoted state.

Buck touched under the platform, only to hear the sound of the machine, and the tongue of fire was instantly shut down.

"Okay?" Nie Yuan couldn't help asking.

"Well, it's a success, and the first attempt went so smoothly..."

Buck responded and continued: "Now let me cool down the contents inside."

As he said that, the dark green aura shrouded in the clay pot suddenly spread out to the surroundings, and there was still a scorching temperature in it, and it spewed out the window.

Even though he was in the exact opposite direction from Nie Yuan, he could still feel that the temperature in the room had risen a lot in an instant, making him feel roasted for a while.

Buck lifted the lid of the clay pot, and then saw a piece of paper inside, which gradually floated up and landed on the platform.

The color of the purified soil in the paper and the previous raw materials is very similar, but it is darker, and it should be rendered by ink and blood.

Prove that what Buck said was right, UU reading www.uukanshu. What raw materials are added to the com can determine what the result will look like. You can't throw a stone in, and a carriage will come out.

That's magic, not alchemy.

Buck picked up the paper, observed it for a while, and handed it to Nie Yuan, saying, "The quality is not high, because the raw materials are very crude and the purity is just that, but Sheng succeeded the first time, can you see?"

Nie Yuan took the paper and felt that there was still a trace of heat on it. It was warm and warm. It should be that the temperature had not completely subsided.

The khaki-colored paper was blank, and when it was shaken in his hand, it made a more resilient sound that was unique to the paper.

I just can't see the material, and...

I don't know how to use it.

Nie Yuan raised his head and asked Buck, "How can I use this thing?"

Buck shook his head and said, "I don't know, this has to be explored in depth. The triggering conditions of each abstract source are different, but maybe you can find some inspiration and clues from the notes in the book."

Nie Yuan recalled the words in the remarks—

[The butterfly is flying, the wings disturb the ripples, all the mysteries have traces to follow, find the traces, the truth will emerge, and all the mysteries in the world will be answered. 】

"Solve all mysteries."

"Solve the riddle?"

"Isn't that the question I ask, and it can answer correctly?"

Muttering, Nie Yuan vaguely had some inspiration and said to Buck: "Then let me try?"

Buck nodded and said, "It's fine."

After getting a positive answer, Nie Yuan couldn't help but face the piece of paper and asked:

"Paper, paper, please tell me, who is the most... ah, Goddess of Moonlight, is she my wife?"