Divine Throne of Primordial Blood

The Hall of Eternal Life is not an ordinary gangster organization.

They have their own beliefs and political aspirations.

Usually one underground organization brings these two things, another word to describe a terrorist organization more accurately!

The Hall of Eternal Life is such an organization.

People say it's not good for them to make plague pills, or it's good for them to make money. Su Shen may believe it.

The Hall of Eternal Life says this, but the heart is not very convincing.

So Allen got angry again, and Su Shen persisted.

Sang Zhen hastily played the roundabout: “Prince Su misunderstood. In fact, the present Hall of Eternal Life is no longer the former Hall of Eternal Life. Tens of thousands of years of change, people have long lost interest in that dreamy dream of the Orcs. Of course you can't believe I'm saying this, but look, there's one Austrian standing in front of you right now. ”

That was an idea.

Standing here in front of you are pure human beings, none of whom exist in the Olympics.

Historical changes, social development, have long allowed former terrorist organizations to gradually change their minds and change their nature.

Being a nation, struggling for the Orchid's dream of coming back is a joke in itself.

Now they're probably just working for resources, for a better life.

But even so, Su Shen shook his head: "Maybe you're right. But can you guarantee that everyone in the Hall of Eternity thinks so? ”

“This...” Sang Zhen wanted to say all of it, but he couldn't do it when Su Shen could do it with his eyes open.

Yes, there are still people who don't want to die.

And a lot of these people are still in high places.

“So if the necrophilia is given to you, something big is bound to happen.” Su Shen: “I came to have an idea that might solve the problem and even solve the problem of mutual trust. ”

“What thoughts?” Sang Zhen asked.

Su Shen replied: "When you find the necrophilia, leave it with me. In the future, I'll give you the medicine to wake up. In this way, both avoiding dangerous goods from falling into your hands and not having to worry about killing people because of the necrophilia in my hands, have created a new trust... this is always more reliable than a so-called secret stronghold, right? ”

“You?” Alan laughed. “Just because you want to make a refreshing drug? It's a premium drug. Can you do it? ”

“Can't do it to learn. ”

“That takes a long time. ”

“I will work hard to learn and believe it won't take long. ”

Song Zhen heard the plan and shook his head: “Song Su, you still underestimate the medicine. Neither the pestilence agent nor the refreshment agent can be mastered in a short time. If you don't believe me... Alas, you come with me, I'll show you and you'll know. ”

Said Sang Zhen had taken Su Shen into a room.

In the room, an old man is busy dispensing drugs. Both the old man's workbench and the tools on it are much more advanced than Ulrik's.

But the best is the old man's pharmaceutical technique.

His hands are as flexible as each finger has its own independent mind, bouncing and dancing in the air, like playing a magnificent movement. And as his fingers danced, it was a powder, a liquid, a pill that was constantly pouring, dissolving, heating, reacting. Ultimately, they interact, they interact, they interact, they interact...

But even so, the end result is not necessarily ideal.

Boom!

With a slight chirp, the medicine in the old man's hand burst open.

“Damn it! I failed again! I failed again!” The old man yelled angrily.

He turned to Su Shen and Sang-zhen: "All of you! It's all your coming in to distract me. I told you not to disturb me when I work. ”

Sang Zhen first said to Su Shen: “This is Master Feng, the offering we have invited, but also specifically for the funeral stage. Master Feng is extremely expensive, please don't move easily, or he won't accept our invitation unless he hears there are necrophilias here. ”

Then he turned to the old man and said, "Sorry, Master Feng, I just have a question for you. ”

“Bullshit! ”

Sang Zhen refers to Su Shen: “This young man around me wants to learn to make medicine. I want you to let him know, if a young man learns to make medicine from scratch, how long will it take to get to the point where he can make a refreshing medicine? ”

“Reaching the point of making awakening pills? That requires a thorough understanding of pharmacology. As for how long...” Master Feng looks at Su Shen: “It depends on his talents and efforts. Genius can do it for two or three years, and fools can't do it forever. As for this young man, I think he's more like a loud, dumb bastard. ”

Master Feng's expression was full of disdain.

Su Shen walked over and took a packet of powder and poured it into the bottle.

Master Feng was furious: "Don't touch my things! ”

Su Shen ignored him, just said: "There is one thing I want to correct Lord Sang Zhen, which is that I did not start from scratch. I have experience making medicines. ”

He said, as he began to mix the powder in the cup, he kept adding things to it.

Though we can't make medicine into art like Master Feng did, it's also the rule, no mistakes.

A moment later, a bottle of the most common treatment for minor injuries was placed in front of Master Feng.

“It took me about 150 days to grasp this. What do you think? ”

Master Feng touched his chin: “A little gifted. If you practice for two hours a day, it will take you about seven or eight years to make an awakening pill. ”

“I can practice three hours a day, and that wasn't all I had. ”

“Then three to five years.” Master Feng was impatient, “I said." Why are you asking? ”

Sang Zhen replied: "This young man hopes that one day his pharmacology will grow to the point where he can make awakening drugs, and then he will personally make them for us with necrophilias. ”

“What? How can that be!” Master Feng shouted angrily: “There will not be only one corpse flower in the funeral stage. If you want to wake up medicine, just one. There are many more advanced drugs that need corpse flowers! ”

“Including poison, right? I don't want it to be used to kill people.” Su Shen said as he looked at Master Feng's workbench.

There are a lot of things he hasn't seen.

The heart of a ferocious beast soaked in medicine is still pounding.

A grass grown in a flower pot with the face of a beautiful woman.

A hollow beast teeth engraved with a peculiar pattern, with sharp edges sharpened like knives.

Everything here makes Su Shen feel novel.

Master Feng is still roaring wildly: "Childish! What do you know? Weapons do not harm people, only those who hold them by hand. We're just making weapons. Why do we care how people use them? Wouldn't it be nice if you didn't die? Young man, you can't save the world. Let go of your impractical thoughts. The ultimate secret of the world is the only one that makes sense! Corpse flowers are rare and rare materials and should not be confined to one purpose only. More and more advanced drugs are needed! ”

“When I heard you say that, I insisted more on the need to leave the necrophils with me. And it only works to make a refreshing agent.” Su Shen replied, picking up the beast tooth with his hand and watching carefully, the sharp end of the tooth was rubbed on Su Shen's hand, leaving a fine piece of blood.

“Bastard!” Master Feng is completely out of anger: “If so, what's the point of staying here? I didn't come here to make some waking pills! ”

“You're right about one thing.” Su Shen suddenly said.

“What?” Master Feng did not understand.

“That you really don't have any point in staying here. ”

Su Sin's hand swung, his teeth shot into the throat of Master Feng.