Pandieu's fingers moved, he woke up from his coma again, his eyes were weak, the alchemy room was dim, only the dim shadows of the furnishings could be distinguished, a magic lamp on the opposite copper frame flashed like a firefly with a faint halo, he struggled to move his waist and abdomen, and pulled out the arm that was pressed against the back, but it was already a stiff wood, and the numbness felt like a pinprick pain. [Full text reading.]

There was a heavy gasp for breath, and he reached into the pocket of his rich robe, and with a shudder, he felt for a magic flint, which he rubbed in his hand, and a sudden light appeared, and then dimmed again.

The light was like a lightning cloud, and the room seemed to have just weathered a storm, and the metal tools, porcelain bottles, glass mirrors, and other strange materials that had been neatly arranged were all toppled to the ground, and the debris and fragments were piled up in a mess.

But these were not what he wanted to see, and while his fingers were polishing the flint, he used all his strength to cast his eyes on the seat on the left, where a "person" sat at the end.

Specifically, a dead person.

Supandieu closed his eyes sadly, and sighed with infinite heaviness.

He clenched his fists, with just a little more Holy Blood, a little more, he would be able to complete the recipe.

He let out a long sigh again, he was still too anxious, he should have waited a little longer, but the great temptation before him was like a man who had not eaten for many days and suddenly saw a feast at a lavish table. But he felt like he was walking in the desert for days. But suddenly I found an oasis.

He wanted to finish this great masterpiece so much that he deceived himself into thinking that he would succeed this time.

In fact, he was indeed close to the brink of success, but at the last moment, he did not realize that the most important thing was actually trickle-down.

Next, this alchemy devoured his life at any time and place, and he was aging for more than ten years at every hourglass.

But. He can't stop.

He knew that if he missed today, he would never have such a chance again.

So, he can only hold on.

It's just that. Will he be able to hold it up?

In order to complete this plan, his friend Bunoncerin used "Life Transformation" to transform all the lives of the little demons in the room into the body of Shupandieu, but this was not enough, so. The former filled his life into this bottomless black hole, just for an ethereal dream of his friend.

Supandieu smiled bitterly and said, "Bunoncerin, you are a real fool and a madman. ”

But he knew. Why not.

The teleportation position fluctuated violently in the alchemy chamber.

It was as if he had been injected with a madness potion, and his lost soul was finally pulled back into his body, and he suddenly opened his somewhat heavy eyelids. Crushed the magic flint in his hand with all his might.

First, it burned like a white flame in his hand. Then the bright light softly sprinkled every corner of the room. Like mercury, it poured into the crevices of those ditches and ditches.

He struggled to turn his stiff neck to look at the two earthlings who had appeared on the teleportation array.

Luo Lan was the first to appear on the teleportation array. He looked around the room, and was amazed by the chaos and devastation, but even more so by the two men sitting in the chair opposite.

It was two people sitting diagonally opposite each other, a shriveled half-skeleton on the left, reclining in a chair, his clothes not shabby and dirty, although he looked like he had been dead for decades, and on the right was an old man with gray hair, his wrinkled face carved with the scars of time, as if he could step on the threshold of death at any moment.

The fluctuations of the circle sounded again.

Niltina let out an exclamation, then she covered her mouth, hesitating and shocked, "Master Supandieux, is that you?"

The gray-haired Shopandieu barely showed a bitter smile and said weakly: "I used to wonder if I had the charm to attract women when I was eighty years old, but you can at least recognize me, and I am very satisfied." ”

He stretched out a hand tremblingly, pointed to a delicate and smooth stone door beside him, and said in a trembling voice: "There is a reward for you, you can take it as you like, anyway, I can't use it anymore." ”

Niltina first took a step forward in joy, then stopped, glanced back at Luo Lan, and said softly, "He can tell you what you want to know." Without waiting for Luo Lan to speak, she walked to the closed stone door, gently pushed it open, and the person flashed in.

But immediately there was an exclamation from inside, followed by the sound of a teleportation array vibrating.

Luo Lan glanced at Xiu Pandieu, he took a small step back, and stared

The hostility speaks for itself.

"Don't worry, it's just a teleportation circle, send her where she wants to go. He said weakly, as if he was gathering strength, and then took a few breaths and said, "Now, there are only two of us left here." Tell me, are you the one with the Holy Blood?"

"No, the Holy Blood doesn't belong to me," Luo Lan shook his head, stretched out his finger and gestured, emphasizing, "I just got a little bit by accident, only a little bit. ”

Supandieu smiled, pulled out an old smile, and said, "Even if it's just a little, that's enough." ”

Luo Lan took out a porcelain bottle from the spatial ring, and uncorked it facing Shopandieu so that the latter could see it.

Hupandieu twisted his body vigorously, leaned his head forward, and said anxiously, "Give it to me." ”

Luo Lan recapped the bottle at once, shook it in his hand, and said, "I can give it to you, but I have a few questions." ”

"If this were the deal, I'd tell you everything I know, but my time seems to be running out. Gasping for air, he began to cough, he took out a bottle of black potion from his bosom, pulled the plug and swallowed it with a grunt, a trace of residual liquid rolled down the corner of his mouth to the placket of his clothes.

When he swallowed the whole bottle of potion, he seemed to feel much better. He slowly got up from his chair and said slowly, "What do you want to know?"

Luo Lan opened his mouth and just wanted to speak, but suddenly felt a shock to his body, as if he was ossified, and he could no longer move. He was stunned for a moment, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he never expected that the teleportation circle that had never taken a step would also have a name.

Xiupandieu looked at him apologetically and said, "Time is not enough, I can't explain too much to you, please stay in the confinement circle for a while, believe me, I will give you enough compensation." ”

He stepped forward, hurriedly took the holy blood from Luo Lan's hand, and poured out a drop and smeared it on his forehead, he shook his head, as if feeling something, and then took out a sheepskin scroll from the spatial ring, muttering to himself.

After a moment, his eyes suddenly lit up with an uplifting light, and his expression of excitement was overflowing, and he took out a quill pen and trembled and slowly stretched it towards the parchment scroll, and then quickly wrote a few lines on it.

His eyes flickered from time to time, sometimes excited, sometimes bewildered, and at last, with a long exhale, as if he had accomplished some great task, threw the pen to the ground, and then held the parchment scroll high above it, as if trying to see the subtleties in it, and uttered a voice that no one could understand.

Xiupandieu stroked it lovingly, but finally sighed, put the sheepskin on Luo Lan's hand, and said, "After I die, you will be the only person in the world who knows this formula," he raised his head again, stared at Luo Lan and smiled weirdly: "I can see that you need it, well, all the materials behind that door have been given to you." ”

Supandieu returned to his seat, a smile on his lips, and all the wrinkles of his old age were unfolded, as if he had unloaded all the burden of his life.

At this time, Luo Lan's body suddenly loosened, he glanced at Xiupandieu, and then looked at the sheepskin in his hand, this is just a formula, and there are also complex array diagrams drawn below, but the final explanation made him stunned, he looked at it in shock, almost forgot everything, suddenly, as if he thought of something, he rushed up and dragged the drowsy Xiupandieu's collar and shook it, and said loudly: "Listen to me, do you know Rommels?"

"Rommels ......" Shopandieu's cloudy eyes showed a gleam, "You're back, and if you get that thing in your hands, you won't need the blood of the saints...... Pity...... Pity. ”

Luo Lan's body was shocked, and he said angrily: "You tell me, why did he die? What did he go to get? Is it to complete the formula in my hand in the end?"

Supandieu's voice grew lower and lower, repeating two words: "It's a pity, it's a pity......"

Luo Lan couldn't wait any longer, he grabbed the other party's hair and tried to absorb the latter's memory, but he tried hard for a while and let go.

Hupandieu is dead, dead completely.

The black potion was a soul-burning potion, and he not only lost his life, but also his soul.

Luo Lan clenched the parchment roll in his hand hard, and there were countless cold lightning in his eyes, Rommels, did you die for it?

If that's your choice, then I'll make your wish come true!

"Brush!"

The light of the magic flint was extinguished.

The world is dark.