The grandson's excited whispers brought tears to the eyes of the old man in glasses. He was the best pharmacist - that was before. Now, he is the sinner of the entire Yuxi County. Because of his own negligence, all the patients became corpse demons, and his grandson was also affected. What the best pharmacist, he's a joke.

The four of them tiptoed behind the old man with glasses. The old man seemed to sense their arrival, and reached out to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes. However, he did not look back.

Liu Qianye reached out and took out the bottle containing the anti-calamity elixir, and handed it to the old man with glasses with both hands. "Uncle, this is the medicine we have taken, and it is estimated that it will help your grandson's illness."

The old man in glasses turned his head, looked at the bottle, uncorked it, and twitched his nose slightly. Suddenly, he snatched the bottle. "This is the one you are taking? It's not a good medicine! The toxicity is not small, it is better to throw it away, not to eat it. ”

Chen Yange hurriedly stopped the old man: "Uncle, don't, it's this potion that keeps us from being attacked by corpse demons, it's very useful, we don't feel any discomfort except for fatigue and dizziness." Now, this symptom of ours has completely disappeared. ”

Her words made the old man hesitate slightly. "It's not gone. But the effect of the medicine has passed! He picked up the bottle again, put it under his nose and sniffed it carefully. The next moment, the old man suddenly got up. He took out brown and yellow ceramic utensils from his toolbox. He poured a trace of liquid into a porcelain bowl and diluted the potion with water. Then, he introduced the diluted potions into several vessels, added several potions to these vessels, and carefully observed the situation of each vessel.

The old man's eyes were fixed on each vessel, and he observed it for most of the day. The four of them didn't have the patience of an old man. Ren Ziye couldn't help it at first. "Uncle, how is it, can this potion cure your grandson's illness?"

The old man didn't speak, still staring intently at the utensils, his mind was completely immersed in it, and he didn't seem to hear Ren Ziye's words. It continued for a long time before the old man stopped and exclaimed excitedly: "Amazing! It's amazing, the potion can be mixed like this. ”

Liu Qianye coughed, interrupting the old man's excitement. At this time, the old man with glasses noticed the storage of several people.

He smiled apologetically. "Sorry! I've kept you waiting. This medicine is truly magical. Actually mixing more than a dozen kinds of medicines such as Minggui and Liuba together, it can paralyze the nerves, slow down the blood flow, and greatly disguise your vitality, although it is somewhat toxic, but, on the whole, it is not harmful to the body. The point is that it hides the vitality of the human body so that people cannot be detected by the corpse demons. If we can get this medicine as soon as possible, we won't have so many people in Yuxi County. ”

After a pause, the old man asked expectantly, "How did you get this medicine?" How much is this medicine? ”

Chen Yange replied truthfully: "This medicine was given to us by a mysterious woman, and she is a strange person without a body. We don't have much of this medicine on us, only this half bottle! Is this potion useful for your grandson's illness? ”

The old man shook his head in disappointment, and there was no joy on his face. "No, what Yuan'er swallowed was the corpse demon essence. Although he has not undergone the mutation of the incubator, sooner or later, he will also become a corpse. I've been looking for a way to cure ......."

Oh...... A terrifying roar suddenly appeared behind several people. Mu Qinghan's body was hit with a huge force, and a petite body attached to her back, it was her grandson Yuan'er, who was still lying on the bed just now. At this time, Yuan'er's face was hideous, two long fangs were exposed in his mouth, and his eyes had turned bloody.

Yes...... Mu Qinghan screamed in horror, it happened too suddenly, and everyone's brains were short-circuited. Mu Qinghan even forgot to release his left eye. At this time, Yuan'er opened her mouth and bit down on the back of her neck.

With a pop, a short knife suddenly stabbed into Yuan'er's left side, hitting him in the heart, blood splattered, and Yuan'er's movements stopped abruptly. His eyes widened silently, his mouth bit weakly a few times, slowly slid off Mu Qinghan's back, and fell to the ground. The person who shot it was none other than the old man with glasses. At this time, he held the short knife in his right hand, his eyes were sad, and his hands were full of blood—the blood of his own grandson.

All four were stunned by what the old man had done, and the old man had killed his only grandson with his own hands. "Old man......" Mu Qinghan screamed softly, not knowing what to say.

The old man stubbornly raised his head, looked at the chandelier above his head, and forced his composure: "Yuan'er has changed." Now, he's a corpse, a demon, a ghost, and no longer a living human. I had expected this day for a long time, but I didn't expect it to come so quickly! ”

The old man silently picked up his grandson, put him on the bed, and gently wiped off his grandson's unclosed eyes. "He's ...... It's for me that I'm what I am now. If it weren't for my honor, in order to keep his grandfather from being humiliated, he wouldn't have become like this. But I couldn't ......," the old man couldn't go on, his eyes glazed over, his expression was sluggish, and the muscles in his face stiffened.

Thousands of nights are full of thoughts. I don't know how to comfort the old man. "Uncle, mourn ......," he could only say.

The old man in glasses immediately regained his composure, and said quietly to the four of them, "You all go out!" I want to be alone and quiet. ”

The four of them silently exited the old man's room. "He's not going to think about it, is he?" Chen Yange looked at the room worriedly.

Flowing thousands of nights are noncommittal. "I hope not! I don't think the old man has a mental breakdown, and he won't kill himself. ”

Mu Qinghan shook his head firmly. "No, it won't! Uncle won't be like that. He still has something to protect. Sometimes, survival is harder than death, however, no one gives up life lightly. Will and faith will keep him alive. As he spoke, Mu Qinghan pointed to the ragged and scarred survivors.

After a long, long time, the old man came out of his room, dragging a bulging mat with both hands, and his steps staggered, as if he had suddenly aged a lot. I saw him come all the way to a mound-raised clearing at the end of the cave. There are several wooden signs erected in this clearing, which is obviously a simple cemetery. He picked up his pouting head and silently dug the soil.

The surroundings were immediately full of people, and they all silently helped the old man dig the soil, and no one said a word.

In this solemn atmosphere, a pit was completed, and the old man put the body of his grandson in the pit and reluctantly looked at it. He was ruthless and grabbed a handful of dirt and put it on the mat. The potholes are slowly filled in and raised. A new grave appeared in the clearing.

Bury your grandson. The old man in glasses forced his composure. "Good news for everyone—those four people have a potion that can hide everyone's breath of life. After taking this medicine, we will not be attacked by that kind of corpse demon. However, the amount of medicine is very small, and we have to make some ourselves. ”

Hearing the news, estimating the old man's grief, the crowd did not cheer. However, their expressions were a little surprised.

The old man with glasses walked through the crowd and came to the front of the four. "I need to work on the recipe for that potion. I don't know if you can give me some potions as real products. ”

"Of course, you can as much as you want." Chen Yange casually agreed to the old man and handed him the bottle - it would be best to be able to make this potion.

The old man poured less than half a cup of potion and rushed into his room, and there was no more movement, and everyone dispersed with relief.

The candlelight in the old man's room was not extinguished all night. He sat at the desk in the room, tirelessly doing research, probing the ingredients of various herbs. "Grandpa must be the best pharmacist, I want to make this potion to avoid calamity, I want to save everyone from the attack of the corpse. I want to make the spirit of Yuan'er in heaven proud of me! ”