A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

On the way back, Han Li did not meet many people. Only a few of his passing brothers were surprised to see him limp, but did not say anything to him. No one seems to pay much attention to his little brother.

Return to your home and the pain in your feet will be even worse. Hanley hurried to the edge of the bed and gently removed his shoes and socks to check for injuries.

It's so swollen! The thumb of the right foot has bulged high and the wound's epidermis swollen and bright, like a big red chili.

Han Li hurriedly reached out to the wooden pillow on his bed and pulled out a small bottle of medicine from under the pillow. This is a trauma drug carefully formulated by Dr. Mu. It works wonders for bruising, bruising and even bleeding. This was not easy for him to get from Dr. Mu. It was prepared in advance when he was injured by Zhang Tie to practice "Xiangjia Gong". I didn't expect to use it first.

As soon as the bottle lid was opened, a rich smell of medicine filled the whole house, gently the powder poured on the raised toes, a cool feeling was immediately uploaded, it really wasn't thanks to Dr. Murray's secret wound medicine, it immediately worked. Doctor Murray's medicine really didn't say it!

Han Li found a clean cloth and wrapped his injured toes into a large bag, which was why he put on new shoes and socks.

Fortunately, the pain has been reduced a lot.

He slowly took a few steps back and forth and was still quite satisfied with the way he handled his injuries quickly.

Now is the time to deal with the mysterious bottle, the perpetrator of the serious injury to himself.

Han Li touched the bottle out of his arms and found another rag to wipe it clean, when the whole bottle appeared in front of him.

This bottle is not big enough to hold it all with one palm, so much smaller than your own bottle. The whole bottle is a light green color with a few inky green patterns printed on the bottle surface, the pattern is leaf-like and vivid, with a protruding feel that seems to be embedded directly with real leaves.

Hand weighed it, it was heavy, but it was obviously not made of some kind of metal that Han Li knew, not to mention any kind of porcelain that he knew. Because it doesn't have the cold feel of ordinary metal or the smooth texture of ordinary porcelain.

Han Li has been watching carefully for a while, and this confirms that this bottle is made of a material he doesn't know about. This light green color also looks like a natural color. It is all the color of this material itself, and it doesn't look like it will be dyed the day after tomorrow.

When he saw the tightly sealed cap, Han Li decided to satisfy his curiosity and immediately opened the bottle to see if there was anything in it.

Put your hands on the lid again and twist hard to twist.

One, two, three…, the cap and bottle body are cast like a body, the tattoo does not move, and the cap does not appear to be opened at all.

Han Li was surprised and when he first picked up the bottle, he couldn't twist it. But I was worried about the injuries, and I had no time to put much effort into it, and I didn't put it in my heart. Thought it would be easy to open it now with all the strength of your body. I didn't think so, but I still can't.

Han Li twisted it more than a dozen times in a row. He felt his arms were sour, but he still didn't seem to succeed, so he stopped.

He shook his arm, moved and moved his wrist. He just pushed too hard and pulled a little.

Take the bottle under your eyelids and examine it carefully. Too bad! No secret organs were found on it.

Now that Han Li is worried, how do you know if there is anything inside without opening the bottle cap? Sometimes this bottle is so peculiar and so tightly sealed, it's definitely a very valuable good thing.

Han Li held the bottle tightly with his hand, looked at it and stayed for a while. Finally, it was decided to let Zhang iron, which was much stronger than himself, try to untie it. You know, the current iron can lift dozens of buckets in each hand, and can walk fast up and down the mountain. Now the big tanks in the valley, they're filled every day on time.

Attention was set. Han Li went to Zhang Iron House to wait for him. He hoped that Zhang Iron would return soon.

Han Li felt that the time had passed so slowly that after a long period of time he heard the sound of "creaking” the iron sliding door into the house.

As soon as he raised his head, Han Li saw Zhang Iron wearing a thin blue cloth shirt, hidden hot air all over his body, his head sweating in. Han Li knew that this was a normal phenomenon that he had just practiced, and it was not surprising.

As soon as Zhang Tie saw Han Li in his room, he was stunned. Before he could speak, Han Li, already impatient, immediately handed the bottle to him.

“Brother Zhang, do me a favor and open this bottle, will you? ”

“Where did you find this? Does it look good?” Zhang Tie stunned for a moment and took the bottle.

“Shit! Shit! Tsk!”

“Oh, this thing is so sturdy, it's so hard to untie! What exactly is it made of?” Zhang Tie didn't give a shit, then his hands worked hard, but he still couldn't open the bottle cap.

“No, I can't twist it. Why don't you go and see the other brothers?” Zhang Tie shook Hanri's head with apologies and threw the bottle back at him, giving him another suggestion.

“Can't you either?” Han Li was in a bit of a hurry and couldn't help but circle around the house.

“Hey, what happened to your foot?” Zhang Tie just found out that Han Li walked a little wrong.

“Nothing, just kicked a rock while walking.” Han Li doesn't know why, and doesn't want to tell him the truth about the bottle. Perhaps it's just a subconscious, little secret about the bottle.

Han Li is now very disappointed and has no spirit to chat with Zhang Iron. After asking him a few questions about the progress of his practice, he left his house and was ready to go back and find a way to solve the bottle problem.

Back at his cabin, Han Li set the bottle on the table, lay on his side of the table, stared at the bottle with his eyes dead, and his head was spinning fast, trying to figure out a good way to solve the problem.