The hour hand of the mechanical clock slid rapidly, and without paying attention, it reached the fifth scale.

At this time, the blood moon in the sky began to fall rapidly, and unknown light began to pour out from all directions, shining on the world, there was no so-called sun, only a dusk light sprinkled from the sky, bringing twilight to the world.

This is the "day" of this world, hopeless and lifeless.

The room began to brighten up the moment the blood moon fell, but of course this was only relatively speaking, the room was still a little dark, and it still needed to be illuminated by lights.

"Alright, get ready! Our work is about to begin.

Before that, go take a shower with me, your body stinks to death.

If you go out like this, you're going to get another beating. Fifteen pinched his nose and waved at Ying Xingyun, motioning for him to follow.

Ying Xingyun sniffed the smell on his body gently, well, there was a strong fishy smell similar to that of fish and shrimp after they had deteriorated.

This is definitely related to the change just now, Ying Xingyun scratched his head a little embarrassedly, smiled awkwardly, and at the same time had a deep worry in his heart, there was a big problem with his body.

There may have been some kind of strange change, but it should have nothing to do with the potion that Hyperfer was fed. Could that be why Haefel wanted to kill him?

All in all, the guy on the twelfth is not simple!

Fifteen gently pushed open the wooden door, and Ying Xingyun quickly gathered his divergent thoughts and hurriedly followed.

Behind the door is a long stone corridor made entirely of cut white marble, carved with strange patterns of gold, and at intervals a lamp made of pure gold illuminates the surroundings.

Looking at the four eyes, it is atmospheric and solemn.

There is an indescribable beauty of order.

Looking at the golden lamp that emitted a bright brilliance, Ying Xingyun's heart was shocked fiercely, a big deal, a big deal!

At the same time, by the light, he could see clearly that there were dozens of equally small black rooms around his room, each marked with a room number in front of the door, and the room number corresponded to his own.

Fifteen quickly walked into his room, took a towel and a change of clothes, and hurriedly walked into the bathroom at the end of the corridor with Ying Xingyun.

Before entering the door, Ying Xingyun heard the sound of rushing water, and it seemed that someone had already gotten up to wash.

Pushing open the door to the somewhat old bathroom, they stepped briskly inside.

The bathroom is large and rudimentary, and in addition to the complex copper pipes scattered all around, there is only a huge pool that can accommodate dozens of people, the pool is oval-shaped, and the pipes are connected to something like a "faucet", about ten or so.

All ten faucets were turned on, and the water gushed out and poured into the pool.

The bathroom was very quiet, and although there were already five or six figures washing themselves in the pool, there was no sound other than the sound of running water.

The sound of small leather boots stepping on the ground was a little abrupt in this slightly empty bathroom, and everyone subconsciously looked at the source of the sound.

"Ahh

Suddenly, there were several exclamations from the bathroom, followed by inquiries and comforts full of concern.

Since everyone is at the bottom, and there is no competition, the big guys get along very harmoniously.

"Well, I'm fine. With a faint reply, Ying Xingyun didn't say more, this is in line with the character of Twelve.

Although he also wanted to communicate with these guys and talk about it, after all, he couldn't just listen to Fifteen's "one-sided words".

It is a matter of life and death, who dares to trust a person easily? If you believe it, you may not believe him even if you believe it.

However, if you rashly contact these people and say that there are many mistakes, I am afraid that the gains outweigh the losses.

Thinking about it, Ying Xingyun still does things strictly according to the twelve personalities.

Everyone also knows what kind of character Twelve is, so no one is angry because of Ying Xingyun's coldness.

The bathroom fell silent again, Ying Xingyun soaked in the cold pool, and began to seriously clean his current body, and after rubbing it for about ten minutes, he successfully peeled off a layer of skin.

That's right, just as a snake sheds its skin, he also gets a thick layer of dead skin from his body.

After molting his skin, his skin was a little fairer and more delicate, which formed a sharp contrast with the little ones beside him.

Not only that, but even his extremely thin face seemed to be a little rounder.

However, due to the poor lighting in the room, he tore off the skin little by little, so no one but himself noticed his abnormality.

After taking a shower, he and Fifteen went to the cafeteria on the ninth floor.

In the castle, the lower the level is, the more noble it becomes, so these lowliest medicine slaves live on the top floor of the castle, the tenth floor.

The ninth floor has a lot of space, but there are not many rooms, mainly because this floor was designed as a warehouse for storing things.

Of course, although there are not many rooms, there will still be some rooms for low-level maids.

This not only solves their housing problems, but also allows them to play some role of guarding and management.

The layout of this level is simple and straightforward, with two large rooms for storing supplies sitting opposite each other in a corridor.

The two sides of the warehouse are connected to several small rooms, and at the end of the corridor are the toilets and the "canteen" of the medicine slaves.

The cafeteria is not very large, only about 100 square meters, and there is no decoration in it, and there are only two large wooden tables in the empty room.

On the wooden table, there were two large iron buckets and more than 20 broken bowls, which contained some black-green blocks, and the bowls contained water.

There are no dining chairs next to the table.

Arriving at the restaurant, the medicine slaves scrambled to the iron bucket on the wooden table.

After getting the lump, I couldn't wait to nibble on it.

The black-green lumps were their breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and it was a bread-like thing made of grass, which was not only hard but bitter.

However, even if it is this kind of thing, it is limited to meow.

That piece of "bread" was only the size of Ying Xingyun's palm.

One can imagine how little food they have to offer.

Ying Xingyun took a small bite with difficulty, and then swallowed it quickly with cold water, although he had swallowed it quickly.

But the unspeakable smell still filled his mouth and gave him the urge to vomit.

But in the end, reason prevailed over instinct, and he did not spit out what he had eaten.

Looking around, Ying Xingyun found that he was the only one who was eating in such pain, and the others were all gobbling up, as if that piece of thing was some supreme delicacy.

Everyone who finished breakfast quickly looked at the bread in Ying Xingyun's hand that had not fallen much, and the more reserved ones only showed longing in their eyes, and even made the sound of swallowing saliva directly.

I almost couldn't help but come over and grab it.

Ying Xingyun, who was a little stunned, silently put the food in his hand into his pocket, since the abnormal change last night, his hunger quickly disappeared, and now he is in very good physical condition.

As much as he hated the food, he didn't give it to anyone else because it didn't fit the character of Twelve.

Food is extremely precious here, and no one is so generous as to give it away, except for the nobility.

After breakfast, Ying Xingyun and Fifteen parted, they all had their own work to do, Fifteen's work these days was mainly to assist Master Curno's fifth student, Brody, in his research on herb cultivation.

And because of his mistakes a few days ago, he was transferred from his original position, and his job changed from participating in the production of potions to cleaning the laboratory and toilets.

However, this is also in line with his expectations, he has no memory of Twelve, he knows nothing about those basic potions, how to assist in experiments, and if he makes a mistake, he will inevitably be beaten.

Therefore, it is more suitable for him to do some unskilled chores.

While he was trying to clean the toilet, a violent guy broke down the door.

Without saying a word, he raised his foot and kicked it lightly, and with a bang, the entire toilet door was torn apart.

The sudden change, Ying Xingyun didn't react for a while.

When he came back to his senses, the guy, grabbed him by the head, and he was beaten so badly that he was covered in blood and couldn't move a finger before stopping.

His swollen brain was full of buzzing sounds, and in a half-dazed state, a basin of cold water poured directly over his head.

The icy cold made Ying Xingyun shiver fiercely, and his consciousness began to return quickly.

At the same time, the great pain from the hundreds of limbs also made him slowly open his eyes.

The signature long gray-green hair, narrow forehead, triangular eyes, hooked nose, wide chin, and somewhat deformed facial features are full of gloomy and violent atmosphere.

This guy is exactly what Fifteen described, the youngest student of Master Curnow - Haefel!

"I didn't expect that my snake potion didn't work, you damn bitch is really fateful.

Still, that's fine, I can torture you a few more times, I didn't have enough fun last time!

This time, even if you hand over something like that, I won't let you go so easily.

I'm going to give you a real taste of what life is better than death.

Don't beg for mercy, that won't be fun. Haefel looked at Ying Xingyun excitedly, his face flushed, and his expression was crazy.

"Ahem!" Ying Xingyun struggled to raise his head, and spat a mouthful of bloody phlegm at Haifer's figure.

At the moment of life and death, some people knelt down and begged for mercy, and some people struggled unyieldingly.

Instead of destroying Ying Xingyun's will, Haifer's torture stimulated his bloodiness.

"Hehe! I'll see if you're still so backbone!" Haefel sneered as he pulled out an iron whip with barbs.

"Hehe......" suffered such a severe beating for no reason, Twelve's heart was also ruthless, and the corners of his cracked mouth rose slightly.

A mouthful of thick phlegm squirted out again.

Twelve's attitude completely angered Hafel, and he was so angry that he took out a bottle of green potion from his clothes and poured it into Twelve.

Smack!

Thorn!

With each swing of the iron whip, it took away a small amount of flesh and blood.

Coupled with the effect of the agent amplifying perception.

The already violent pain was intensified several times, and the unbearable pain made his spirit almost collapse, and his body curled up into a shrimp shape, turning over and over, and screaming in pain.

After admiring the tragic situation of Ying Xingyun for a while, Haefel brushed his sleeves away and decided to come back in a few days to have a good time.

Haefel didn't dare to kill "Twelve" directly, for fear that he would not get anything, so he had to torture him again and again, wear down his will, and force him to hand over his things himself.

"That's a tough one, huh, I see how long you can last?"

Because he was walking relatively quickly, he didn't notice it.

Ying Xingyun lying on the cold floor, from time to time, a warm current gushes out of the hundreds of limbs, quickly repairing Ying Xingyun's damaged body.

......

For the following week, Haefel didn't come back, and Ying Xingyun used this time to quickly make up all kinds of basic knowledge, while using the opportunity to clean the laboratory to try to find "something" that could impress Glo.

After his careful observation and research, he found that these so-called potion studies were too magical.

Their most important experimental instrument turned out to be a "crucible", a crucible that can communicate mysterious existence with all kinds of strange powers, and the other instruments are not only pitiful, but also "weird" in appearance.

Not only that, but their measuring instruments are not precise enough, everything is measured in "medicine spoons", so the success rate of their experiments is not very high, even with the so-called "formula" in hand.

Moreover, they spend more of their time researching new "recipes", new potions.

After much deliberation, he decided to take a gamble, and his situation was really not optimistic, and he was afraid that he would be beaten again in two days.

Thinking of this, he strengthened his thoughts, and the moment Glo walked out of the lab, he hurriedly followed.

"Master Glo, please stay. He caught up with the tall figure in front of him and hurriedly spoke.

Glo heard this and turned around.

"Give you two minutes, and if there's not enough reason, I'll cut out your tongue. ”

Ying Xingyun was not nervous because of Glo's threat, and did not hurry, and chuckled, "You, have you heard of 'distillation'?"