The Legend of Bimeng: Section 82: Witchcraft and Alchemy
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Section 82: Witchcraft and Alchemy
"Huh?" Lan Fake was stunned by Lao Xie's sudden words. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly felt a strange itch coming from his back. This is a kind of strange itch that comes from the bone marrow. It was okay at first and could barely be tolerated. However, as Lan Fake kept scratching his back, the strange itch not only did not subside, but became more severe. Finally, Lan Fake was itchy. He couldn't stand still and sat down on the ground.
"Ah, damn, what's going on!" After Lan Fake fell to the ground, he soon discovered another thing that made him even more desperate, that is, the muscles all over his body seemed to be disobedient. As for him, he was just like a corpse, lying upright, unable to move, and the strange itch quickly spread to his whole body, making him feel as if he was worse than dead.
After Lan Fake fell to the ground, his energy rope also disappeared automatically. Lao Xie, who had regained his freedom, walked up to Lan Fake with a smile, looked down at the little old man who looked like a dead toad, couldn't help but shook his head and sighed: "It's a waste that you have lived for so many years, why don't you have any brains? It's not on you. How could I let you go so easily?"
"What the **** did you do! I'm so itchy!" Lan Fake said in pain.
"Hey, do I have an obligation to tell you?" Lao Xie asked with a smile.
"Can you please stop for me first? I don't want to jump, just help him heal his injuries!" Lan Fake almost begged.
In fact, Lao Xie's method is not unusual after all. He just turns his feminine magical power into strands and lurks in the meridians of Lan Fake's body. As long as he moves his mind, these feminine magical powers can be activated. . They can not only block Lan Fake's meridians and paralyze his whole body.
The most terrible thing is that when this kind of feminine magic moves between the meridians, it will produce an unbearable itching. For people who cannot move their whole body, this is simply a kind of super torture. . Lao Xie once used this method to control and punish his rebellious subordinates. No matter how strong a man was, he could not withstand such stimulation. Lao Xie himself could not bear to see their extremely miserable appearance, so he did not go there. He would not use it easily as a last resort.
Now seeing that Lan Fake was sweating profusely, Lao Xie knew that he couldn't bear it anymore, so he waved his hand to return the magic power to its place and sneaked back into the meridians to hide it again.
"Ah, it tickles me to death!" After Lan Fake got up, he immediately said with lingering fear: "Boy, what on earth are you doing?"
"You don't have to ask about this in detail, it's just a restriction." Lao Xie then smiled and said: "You are also a saint-level master, so I guess this little restriction shouldn't trouble you, right?"
"This~" is related to the honor of a master. Of course, Lan Fake cannot show weakness, so even though he is a little unwilling, he can only say bitterly: "Of course I can solve it, there is no doubt about it!"
"That's good!" Lao Xie smiled slightly and didn't say much. He just pointed at Chris Chen and said: "Help him remove the toxins! I won't activate the ban, otherwise, you will bear the consequences." Oh~"
"You~" Lan Fake was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, but he had no choice but to take control of the situation. In the end, he could only say bitterly: "I tell you, I can treat him, but, just because The promise I made just now is not what scares you, you know?”
In response to this desperate act of saving face, Lao Xie just smiled contemptuously and didn't say a word!
Lan Fake had no choice but to say to Chris Chen depressedly: "Follow me!" After saying that, he put away the totem pole and turned around to leave.
Lao Xie winked at Chris Chen and motioned for him to follow Lan Fake. Chris Chen nodded gratefully and followed Lan Fake into a room. But Lao Xie did not go in, but turned around and waved to the guy leading the way.
The guy saw Lao Xie's tyranny, and now he naturally put away his contempt, respectfully ran to Lao Xie and said, "Master, do you have anything to ask me?"
"You must be responsible for entertaining Lan Fake, a distinguished guest of the family. You must be an old man in the family, right?" Lao Xie asked lightly.
"Yes!" the man said hurriedly: "Our family has served Stephen's family for several generations! They are all loyal to the family!"
"Well, that's good!" Lao Xie immediately said: "Don't leak anything about today's affairs, otherwise, you will implicate the whole family!"
Although Lao Xie didn't say it clearly, as a manager of a big family, that guy immediately understood the meaning of Lao Xie's words, that is, those who leak secrets will be exterminated! He was so frightened that he hurriedly said, "Master, don't worry, my mouth is very tight and I promise not to leak anything!"
"Very good, please step back!" Lao Xie nodded with satisfaction. He was actually afraid that the news about his jumping sword would be leaked, which would be very troublesome, and might expose his role in robbing the August family. Although he is not afraid of the August family, the fewer such fearless troubles, the better. Fortunately, the only witness here is an outsider, otherwise, Lao Xie would have had no choice but to kill and silence him.
After sending that guy away, Lao Xie also walked into Lan Fake's laboratory. To be honest, the manor provided by the Stephen family is very good. The buildings and supplies in this castle are definitely worthy of the treatment of a Duke of the Kingdom. But the problem is, the person living here is not a noble, but a troll.
Since then, everything here has become so weird. The master's oil paintings on the walls are full of dirt, and there is even a pool of wet pus. There is a huge gorgeous dining table in the hall, which is piled with exquisite food. Precious gold and silver tableware. However, what is now placed in these tableware is not exquisite delicacies, but all kinds of messy things, such as grass roots, bark, bones, blood that has turned into black, etc., and even a pile of feces~. If a real nobleman saw this, he would be furious to death.
At this time, Lan Fake had completed the inspection of Chris Chen, and he said proudly: "It's just a little toxin from the elves. If it were on other people, it might be a little troublesome, but For an Elf War Spirit Druid, treatment is very simple!”
As soon as Lao Xie heard this, he immediately looked at Lan Fake with admiration. He didn't expect that this old guy really had some information and could figure out all of Chris Chen's background so easily. Since he said it so easily, the treatment must be very simple, so Lao Xie urged: "Since it is simple, why not treat it quickly?"
"What's the rush?" Lan Fake rolled his eyes at Lao Xie angrily, then turned around and came to a cabinet, lowered his head and took out a silver wine glass from inside. This cup is obviously a luxury product only for nobles. It not only has exquisite patterns on it, but also has the lightning crest of the Stephen family. Unfortunately, it is very dirty now, it is full of dust, and it has not been touched for who knows how many years.
Lan Fake casually took the cup and knocked it **** the cabinet a few times. While shaking off the dust at the bottom of the cup, he also knocked the precious wine cup out of shape, and creases appeared on it. Cup appearance.
He didn't care that he destroyed a cup worth several gold coins, and just wandered around the hall, picking and choosing from the various materials here, including dozens of animal blood, bones, grass roots, bark, etc. While waiting for the things to be put into the cup, what was especially outrageous was that he finally grabbed a handful of Natuo's feces and threw it in.
After doing this, Lan Fake covered the mouth of the cup with one hand, then shook it constantly while chanting spells. Lao Xie could clearly feel the strange aura passing from Lan Fake's body to the wine glass. Obviously, this was the shaman's unique technology of refining potions.
You must know that almost every race has alchemy that can refine potions. Even dwarves are somewhat good at it. However, whether they are humans, elves or dwarves, their refining methods are similar to chemists on the earth. , relying on distillation and other processes using special vessels to finally obtain the medicine. Only the orc shamans are not like this. As long as they have the materials, they can directly use the shaman's unique magic to refine it, just like the current situation.
Obviously, the shaman's refining efficiency is higher than that of other races' alchemy. This is extremely effective on a chaotic battlefield, so it is very enviable. Lao Xie also heard the old mage mention it jealously, but he didn't expect to see it today.
In a short time, Lan Fake completed the refining and gradually stopped. There was no sweat on his face and he looked extremely relaxed. He reached out and handed the cup to Chris Chen and said: "Drink it! ”
At this time, there were no more debris in the cup than before. There was only half a cup of pitch black viscous liquid in it, which was just like petroleum and exuded a stench. Just looking at it makes me want to vomit, let alone drink it.
Chris Chen took it with a grimace and looked at Lao Xie, obviously asking for his opinion.
Lao Xie had no choice but to shrug helplessly and said, "I don't know about this either, but I believe that Master Lan Fake won't lie to you!" As he said that, he blinked and said, Yes, the old guy has something in my hands. If he dares to play tricks on you, I will tickle him to death.
Kristen naturally understood what Lao Xie meant, so he turned his attention to the foul-smelling liquid in his hand. Then he remembered the great hatred of his wife and children. Chris Chen's eyes immediately turned red. Without saying a word, he drank all the liquid in the cup in one breath. The scene was like eating the flesh of an enemy.