Damn, this old boy is really going to cook me? Doesn't it mean that people who raise poisons are very perverted, could it be that he has become perverted to the point of eating human flesh?

I stretched out my hand tentatively, just listening to the sound, I could tell that the "mud" seemed to be some distance away from me, and even if I stretched out my hand, it was in a safe range, but I couldn't see it now, and I was not familiar with the surroundings, it was hard to imagine what I would experience next......

"Huh...... Scold...... What do you say, old man, let me take off my clothes in such a cold place? You want to freeze me to death! ”

The old man didn't talk to me, but came up and kicked me directly: "Lao Tzu asked you to take it off, you can take it off, can I cook you and eat it?!" ”

Don't this old man really be a half-immortal, right...... He knows everything I think......

Seeing that I was still hesitating, the old man finally sighed and patted me on the shoulder: "You stubborn temper, very old-fashioned!" ”

Next, the old man began to explain to me that this place was surrounded by cold ice and was a treasure on this mountain, in fact, it was because he discovered this place that he finally decided to stay on this mountain.

These ices may have existed since ancient times, and he saw the difference between them, because they had existed for too long, and they had already had spirituality, and instead of melting into heat, they would emit a substance, although he had not yet figured out what it was, but in the end, this thing was beneficial to mankind and harmless.

Later, the old man found that in the dual environment of ice and fire, whether it is poisoning or detoxification, it has a good strengthening effect, so he simply set up a pot here, as long as there is a need, he keeps heating it to make the pot boil.

Hearing this, I couldn't help but take a step back and scolded: "Dead old man, you still know that this pot is boiling, then you still let me take off my clothes!" ”

The old man grabbed my hand and said fiercely: "Yes, this pot is boiling, not boiling, how can you cook your rough skin and thick flesh......"

As he spoke, the old man tugged violently, and my whole body leaned forward, and a burst of despair flashed in my heart, and I staggered and rushed to the pot! My heart is finished, what should I do......

In these two seconds, I thought about countless possibilities, and finally, I decided to put my hands forward, at least, after the two hands were gone, I still had hope of survival, but if I fell headlong into the pot, my life would be over.

So, I didn't hesitate any longer, and with both hands pushed forward, I just touched the outer layer of the pot, which made me feel incredible that under normal circumstances, there would be a raging flame under the cauldron of this amount as heating, so the pot must also be very hot, and normal people will feel uncomfortable when they are close to it.

But my two hands on the pot, but there is only a warm feeling, any hot hands are wasted, the skin is open and the flesh is blooming, my previous imagination, all of them are gone.

I stood up with the pot and found that even the edge of the pot was not hot, to put it bluntly, it was only about 40 degrees Celsius, which was very consistent with the body temperature of humans.

Scare me, old man!

I turned my head with a depressed look on my face and scolded, "Stinky old man, is it fun to fool me?" How old are you and still playing such tricks! ”

But as soon as I said that, I felt that something was wrong, until now, the "mud" in the pot is still gurgling, but if it is not boiling, why is it bubbling? Could it be that this is also the old man's trick to deceive me?

I asked the old man, but the old man picked up my hand, and his tone was full of jokes: "Silly boy, what do you suspect, try it if you have the ability, you will know if you try!" ”

Before I could react, my hand had been plunged into the mud by the old man, and I gritted my teeth and waited for the pain that would ensue, but there was nothing, and I could even feel the mud boiling and gurgling in my hand.

What's going on?

The old man's prank was successful, and I laughed next to him, and I pumped my hand out, only to think that this thing was too sticky, even a little disgusting.

The old man said that the one he made was a medicinal herb, mixed with dozens of herbs, and boiled for many days, if it weren't for the thousands of years of ice all around, I am afraid that this stench alone would have smoked the animals and plants on the whole mountain.

My eyebrows twitched, and I said, since the beginning, I have always been able to smell a stench, thanks to these cold ice, otherwise, I would have followed this mountain of animals and plants to see the third master......

The old man clapped his hands and said, "Okay, you know it now, take off your clothes!" ”

it? Still undressing?

Having said that, I always thought that the old man was teasing me from the beginning, why did he still let me take off my clothes?

I didn't care, the mud-soaked hand stretched out without saying a word, and the two hands dragged the clothes tightly, yelling: "You want me to soak in? Am I not going to stink? ”

I felt a very faint wind in front of me, and I made a difference, and as soon as I tilted my head, the old man's voice immediately came: "Stinky boy, you have a long ability, you dare to hide if I beat you?!" ”

I managed to escape the old man's beating? I didn't expect that I was already blind and so flexible.

The old man simply grabbed me and threatened me: "You kid, you have to soak it, and if you don't soak it, you have to soak it!" If you don't bubble, you won't be able to change your eyes! ”

In the end, I compromised, and when it came to the problem of my eyes, I felt that no matter how tired I was, I could keep going, as long as I could see it.

Anyway, I couldn't see it, and I didn't have anything to be shy about, so I simply stripped off my essence and let the old man help me and step into the cauldron.

The old man said that when the composition of the water changes, the boiling point also changes, and this degree of boiling will not do anything to me.

Not to mention, I was still a little cold, but the temperature in this pot was just right, wrapping my whole person, only my head was exposed, it was indeed not cold, and there was still some faint sweat on my body.

It's just that I can't stand being wrapped in this thick slurry and smelling around it.

I held it back, and then I couldn't hold it anymore, so I simply stopped holding it back, and after gasping twice, it didn't work again.

"Old man, I can't do it anymore, I'm about to throw up......"

As I spoke, I reached out and tried to stand up.

The old man took my hand, then stuffed it back in, and without speaking, he stuffed something into my mouth.