"You're going to cook?" The pot was puzzled, "Give it to Granny Su." Isn't she stewing braised pork today? ”

Fang Ru shook his head. "Nope. They are the protagonists of this potion. ”

With spices?

The pot and the small fish both opened their eyes wide. How can spices be made into elixirs?

And the effect of the potion is to be able to protect people's lives in front of zombies.

Does she want to stew a pot of fragrant broth and starve zombies to death?

Fang Ru didn't pay attention to their surprised expressions. She took a few more spices from the space, and a few flowers and plants that were not used as spices, but also had wonderful aromas, and placed them on the table, looking down in contemplation.

She had an idea in mind, but she didn't know exactly how to go about it.

"That Fang Ru ......"

"Meow!"

As soon as the pot opened its mouth, it was ruthlessly blown aside by Xiaoyu. [Fang Ru is thinking about the preparation of a new potion. Xiao Yu warned, "Don't disturb her, otherwise it will affect her train of thought, and she will be furious." 】

The pot snorted, closed his mouth, and didn't take it seriously. It's not that he hasn't seen Fang Ru refining medicine.

However, he really hadn't seen Fang Ru develop a potion. Xiaoyu told him to shut up, then he didn't speak.

To be honest, he was quite curious about how Fang Ru used those inconspicuous herbs to accomplish all kinds of wonderful and even strange effects.

What was the pot thinking, Fang Ru didn't have time to take care of it.

She picked up a bush of thyme. The delicate flowers are like stars, and the taste is fragrant. She may need it as the main character, or maybe it is just a little embellishment. Maybe adding it will make the whole potion useless. Countless choices, extending to a doubling of geometric speed, can make people's heads feel like a bucket just thinking about it.

Fang Ru, on the other hand, stood in front of the table, unmoved for a long time, and turned into a sculpture due to contemplation. And the eyes that sometimes wandered between the raw materials in front of her, sometimes contemplative, sometimes flashing with inspiration, showed that she was immersed in them.

I don't know how long it has been, Fang Ru finally reached out and twisted a small pinch of rosemary. Delicate aroma. It's heart-warming. The eyes and ears are sharpened by being soaked with its aromatic factors.

However, I don't know why. She suddenly changed her mind, put down the rosemary, and grabbed a little cardamom. In fact, cardamom is a general term and a general term. Fang Ru chose the ginger in cardamom. It was like a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl. Snow white and lush. A little flush at the tip. Seductive and innocent. In the budding buds, there is a bag of sweet water, just like the body fragrance of the girl after taking a bath.

But this alone is not enough. Far from enough. She's going to weave a complex web. The aroma is the weft, and the essence is the warp. No, that's still too stereotypical. The warp and weft are intertwined, and the warp and weft are intertwined with each other, mixed with each other, but they are as tough as spider's silk, so that her web can be like a maze of leafy branches in the night.

So Fang Ru chose sage, sunset mist, and pepper. Especially pepper, how ordinary it is, you can see it everywhere, but its energy is so great.

Suddenly, Fang Ru grabbed a handful of rosemary and threw it into the small charcoal stove in the corner of the table. Her hand was as fast as the tip of a whip, streak through the air. Immediately after, the crisp and somewhat misty aroma slowly blurred in the air, stretching her hands and feet, waving her sleeves, and also seeping into her limbs and bones with Fang Ru's deep breath.

Pepper jumped in her hand as if it were bursting with bubbles, and she was trying to break free of her palm. Of course, when she opened her palm, these naughty little beans were still quietly in her palm. As if the fiery red, meteor-like vitality and mystery just now were not theirs.

Fang Ru happily placed the pepper on the pile of selected ingredients. The exact dosage will come to a later date.

There was a knock at the door, but she didn't realize it, and she buried herself in the other spices.

This is a question with no standard answer.

She picked up the sage, sniffed it at the tip of her nose, and quickly calculated in her mind whether she could add it, how much to add, whether to fry it first or roast it quickly over the fire.

The sun is slanting westward. Fang Ru uses delicate copper balances to consider the proportions of each raw material. The tiny weight was not much larger than the tip of a needle, and Fang Ru adjusted it meticulously. There were a few more knocks on the door, shaking the scales. Fang Ru snorted impatiently, fortunately there was no movement outside, and she didn't bother with it, and continued to study what the most accurate amount of raw materials should be.

The coldness of the moonlight was almost dispelled by the heat of the sun. Fang Ru was still grinding the crystal nucleus powder. The herb part of the potion, the spices that had been selected earlier, had been simmered for a long time. The rich soup is covered with small bubbles of crystal fish's eyes.

Fang Ru gently sniffed the smell of the medicinal soup. Like a graceful ketone wrapped in an evening dress, it reminds people of a sweaty bedding.

Yes, the "human" component in the potion has been reached. Now it's time for it to take the place of the real one.

Fang Ru used the tiles that had been roasted to reddening by the fire to roast the powder of the crystal nucleus, and then fused the powder of the crystal nucleus with these energies into the medicinal soup. As she stirred, the bright room became obscure. Shadows cast irregularly on the walls and flowed on the soles of Fang Ru's feet. It was as if a wild beast was roaring in my ears. The little fish was frightened and burrowed into the cold bed, occasionally showing its little head, and blowing up the hair all over its body in the empty corner.

The liquid in the pot was originally a brown herb stew, but the ripples gradually turned into a texture similar to mercury, and then the liquid surface swayed, and it was called a mud-like disgusting thing. It didn't take long for small hands stretched out from the swirling whirlpool, each only the size of a mung bean, and a dense layer could make the dense phobia patient fall ill on the spot.

But Fang Ru was completely unaware of this, squinting his eyes slightly, and only stirring mechanically. Only at the extreme distance can I see her mouth squirming slightly, and every word can be understood, but when it is connected, it is incomprehensible.

The stars blinked in the sky, and Fang Ru opened his eyes. The chanting has stopped, and the potion should have taken shape.

Sure enough, only a light-textured liquid remained in the pot. Fang Ru wiped the sweat from her forehead with satisfaction. Next, just apply it to the carrier.

"How so?"

Fang Ru didn't believe it, and sniffed the liquid in the spoon again. Wrong. The smell is wrong, the color is wrong, the texture is wrong. It's over, is it all in vain?

No, there should be a remedy.

Fang Ru's brows tightened, and his mind quickly flipped through the vast books in his memory. What's the difference? The channels for the flow of energy are not established? The parts that are repulsive between the raw materials are not cleanly removed? Is there a microgram error in the dosage of a certain raw material?

No, it's all taken into account, it's all perfect. Where's the difference?

The potion is gradually cooling. The last chance for revision is fast passing. What the hell is going on!

Fang Ru thumped his head. "Big fool!"

It's a potion against zombies!

Zombies are dead, human deaths. Although there are ingredients in the potion, they are just ordinary raw ingredients. Against the "death of man", there is only ......

Fang Ru pulled out the knife and swiped it lightly at his fingertips.

A drop of blood falls into the agent.

The slightly brownish liquid quickly becomes clear and transparent. The medicinal soup that originally faintly smelled of human beings really had no smell. It's as light as a pot of water.

"Oye yes yes yes !!!"

Fang Ru was startled, and almost knocked over the potion that had been refined with great difficulty. "What the hell is your pot?"

"Thou knowest me." The pot burst into tears, "It's been five days and five nights, dear, if you can't refine it again, I will be burned to ashes by you......"

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Author's Note: This chapter is written in a rather mysterious way. A certain cat thinks that it is a little too simple to always let Fang Ru take out a potion casually, so he wants to write about the refining process. Can you write it later...... You won't be bored, right? (*/ω╲*) cover your face and run away (to be continued......)

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