In the long silence, Huai Shi and the happy skeleton eyes were facing each other. They didn't seem to understand why each other was so strange and looked at each other speechlessly.

Huai Shi finally coughed dryly, broke the silence, and asked tentatively:

"...Oh, why did you go down without saying a word?"

"ah?"

The skeleton was stunned for a moment, as if he had finally understood something, and was incredible.

"You are so stingy!"

It widened its black eye sockets and accused him with great injuries: "I have invited you so much, why can't you bear to drink so much?"

Huai Shi couldn't hold back her mouthful of old blood, and she felt a pain in her head.

Are we talking about the same thing?

He was in a bad mood.

"Aren't you afraid of poison?"

"Poisonous? Where is it poisonous? Such a good wine." The Skeleton looked at the pool he was soaking in confusion. He didn't understand what Huai Shi meant, and even buried his head and took a big sip. "Don't this taste quite authentic?"

In the silence, Huai Shi did not speak.

Looking at it in amazement.

Watching the wine leaking out of the gap in its jaw, it seemed as if it had undergone some magical transformation, and a trace of light golden color appeared.

Just as formaldehyde encountered bamboo charcoal, the essence of hell hidden in the divine wine was slowly shrinking. As the skeleton stirred, it attached to its skeleton, causing the originally pure white skeleton to appear with a faint blue texture, highlighting the vivid feeling.

Huai Shi's eyes twitched, feeling: It seemed to have become...newer from a corpse that had been dead for a long time?

"Wow, my dog! Look!"

The skeleton raised his hand, touched his head, and shouted excitedly: "I have grown hair!!!"

I don't have time to correct the name Agou anymore.

Huai Shi has seen the scene of strands of golden hair sprouting from the skeleton's head, growing rapidly from scratch.

In the end, it became slender and straight, as bright and pure as golden silk...

It's so scary!

Huai Shi rubbed her eyes hard and confirmed that she had no hallucinations: the skeleton in front of her did indeed grow hair after soaking in this poisonous wine!

It is tight and firm enough to make a depressed cowherd cry. The only thing that is the only drawback is that it seems to be only in the middle, not in both sides?

It turned into a Moshigan who was full of smattering style!

What a wonderful principle this is for this change?

Huai Shi scratched her hair? She felt that the fantasy level of this world began to soar again? She could no longer keep up with the changes.

Especially when he had confirmed that the curse in the divine wine had weakened significantly? It was almost purified... the eyes of the skeleton became enthusiastic.

Is this the Grand Master?

Not only can you use a stove? You can also soak in wine!

Love it!

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Half an hour later, next to the wine pool? Huai Shi's pot has been heated.

The magic wine gradually boils, emitting a rich aroma? It makes people addicted.

And in the gradually rolling water splashes, the skeleton put his arms around the edge of the pot, covered his head with a hot towel, and after posing in a comfortable position, he moaned happily.

“Hot spot? Hot spot.”

"Okay!"

Huai Shi added two more pieces of firewood to the bottom.

After the magic wine in the wine pool is transferred through an iron pot as a transit, it is completely purified, and then it falls into the water tank of Huai Shi bit by bit through a slender conduit.

In this way, a freshly baked toxin filter valve is ready!

At this moment, in the iron pot, the skeleton enjoyed the long-lost warmth? He held the small cup in his hand and raised his head to take a big sip. Little stars almost appeared in his touched eyes:

"Ah Dog, you are so nice to me!"

Huai Shi in front of the iron pot looked up? Wipe the sweat and smiled honestly: "Where are you going to do it? Why are we polite?"

He pulled two books from the mountains of classics piled up next to him? He tore those classics worth thousands of dollars and manuscripts containing countless wisdoms apart? He threw them into the fire to maintain the temperature.

It's not a pity.

Anyway, it's not a serious book.

At first, Huai Shi was looking forward to Helios, but after turning through some of the alchemists' private treasures these days, she found that it was really dirty inside.

It's simply unbearable.

It can be said that although it will be wronged if you die, you will definitely miss the net if you kill one person.

Just look at these guys’ notes and hamsters.

It is either privately studying living sacrifices and alchemy of living bodies, or records of various soul experiments, and some are filled with various methods and precautions for trading with various existences in hell... and even more, there are various inhumane secrets and materials acquisition methods.

Those guys have already crossed the boundaries of ethics in the vast space and entered the category of taboos.

Even the realm of destruction elements dares to touch.

In just a few decades, under the guidance of the flute-player, the alchemists who monopolize the legacy of the gods have fallen to an astonishing level.

At first, some steps were omitted just for convenience, and a more radical approach was adopted. Later, I began to get used to repeated trials on the edge of the boundaries until someone paid no cost for the results...

When the bottom line disappears, everyone will rush to the forefront even when they fall.

In order to bypass the restrictions of the three major blockades, the increasingly crazy alchemists even tried to simulate the environment of the Old Gaia in Helios's enclosed space to be closer to the ecology of the chaotic era.

It is not a harmless phenomenon as coral clouds, but an invasive species with endless troubles, a poisonous state that is absolutely incompatible with the present situation.

Even if I failed, I still left all kinds of records that made my scalp tingling.

The seventy-two hell sequences predicted by the ancient Grandmaster Solomon were actually revised by them, and they even made up the production method of "The Four Pillars of the Supreme Asmod".

How to form eighteen different hell essences through solidification operations of the soul, the lords of the 18 hell groups swallow and merge with each other, assist secret utterances and holy marks, smel and transform, and finally create an authority named Asmod, and then become the ruler of hell...

Even if it is just deduction and speculation, it will make Huai Shi's scalp numb.

The desire for hell has caused this group of people to fall into madness. Even though they know that there is a taboo ahead, they still jump into the abyss with confidence and hope.

In this process, there are many alchemists who are regarded as sacrifices, and even many people who use swords for themselves...

This kind of thing that only survives will become poisonous or burn.

All are finished.

During the burning, Huai Shi paused for a moment and saw the end of the paper in her hand.

Different from the madness and distortion of the content, the handwriting left by the writer is full of confidence, which can be called an iron hook and silver stroke, and the strength penetrates the back of the paper.

Full of hope, in the end, the future prayers were left.

——[I am equal to offering meager sacrifice today in order to harvest the fruits of redemption in the future. May the truth bear mercy.]

Seek salvation and hope in hell, seeking truth...

It's like a cold joke.

But this is the essence of alchemy.

If we attribute the hell we see to the erosion of the flute-player, we would be too underestimated by Helios. Even if there are no believers of the flute-player, it is probably a matter of time before Helios loses control.

The elements of destruction, the existence of the flute-player is just a catalyst.

It causes organizational existence to fall into collective fanaticism and extremeness, distorts beautiful vision and ideals into hell and despair, and destroys all huge futures by their own heaviness.

Those who pursue justice become madmen who cannot tolerate some sin in their eyes, those who desire truth play with fire and burn themselves, and those who expect redemption fall into hell... That is what He is best at.

It seemed as if I just pressed the switch that represents the impulse of self-destruction, and everything began to quickly become unrecognizable until it fell apart and could no longer see what it was like.

"truth?"

The skeleton who soaked in the iron pot saw the paper on Huai Shi's hand and couldn't help but sneer: "What's the use of truth? You can't eat it..."

Huai Shi was a little surprised and threw the remaining pages in her hand into the fire, looking at the remains of Publius, "I thought you would empathize."

"No, my uncle used to think about this thing all day long, but didn't something happen in the end? So, people who have good brains like to think too much."

The skeleton, which had been cooked to nine minutes, burped happily in the divine wine and concluded: "It's better to eat and drink!"

Awesome.

Huai Shi is speechless.

You are still the remains of the great master, why can't you inherit the slightest nature of the great master? Just thinking about eating and drinking...
To be continued...