"Let me guess......" Thor mused, "the reason why I was asked to burn the tree......"

Another shot went straight to the ground.

Deeply, deeply.

When it poked out again, the tip of the spear was reddish, and there was no smell of blood, but more like the plant acid gas emitted from the wound after the branch of the plant was cut off.

Thinking of the corpse of the previously executed prisoner mysteriously appearing on the road for the white-robed man to chew, Thor had a bold guess in his heart.

Sacrifice, it should be sacrifice.

The bodies were artificially transported to the mausoleum of Bitalis, where they existed entirely as sacrifices, whose sacrifices?

The fish-faced robe men, the scaly eaters, and ...... These nonsense-ridden ghost carfish!

"Not right??!"

Suddenly, he woke up again: "Why does someone keep transporting corpses here?" That must have been something from here, otherwise ......"

"Why is Nilu obsessed with the Transforming Pill?" Lao Wang asked casually: "Or do you ...... In fact, he is just a poor pawn, and he needs someone else behind this thing. ”

"You seem to know more than I do." His pupils shrank slightly: "This kind of place where you can't even find an exit, I hope you and I know everything, can you?" ”

Metabolic Pill...... As I said before, in fact, the value is not great, it is nothing more than its scarcity, there is such a one all day long, if ordinary people are like a pot of steam engine, relying on the transpiration of fire to supply power, then the role of the metabolic pill is probably a pressurized device, which can increase the power of people by more than ten times---- correspondingly, the more water evaporates, the faster it dies.

Given how aggressively Nilu usually shines but has a fairly clear image of his brain circuits, he definitely can't use it on himself.

That is, there is another person, and the person behind it will definitely not use it on himself, but on a guy who has no idea that he will take the Transforming Pill.

"After saying so much, I didn't understand it at all, please make it clear, which fool would eat the Avatar Pill by himself under the condition of affection?"

Sister Dong was already a little impatient.

"Yes," Wang smiled mysteriously: "For example...... Someone who has died a long time ago, you stuff this thing in his mouth, do you think he will know? ”

"Huh"

A joke that is not funny.

is different from the half-understanding of Xida Road, Brother Hu's mind turned sharply, and his eyes turned two or three times----

"Bitalis ......"

He blurted out.

"Clever!" Lao Wang slapped his thigh: "It seems that the IQ of my subordinates is still online." ”

"What a joke."

Thor sneered: "Let a person who has been dead for a thousand years swallow the Transformation Pill? And then what? Will he be resurrected or what? ”

"It can also be said to be a resurrection ......," said the old king quietly, "if according to what you say, Bitalis is nothing more than a "corpse". ”

"What do you mean?"

It turned out that at the moment of burial, from a physical point of view, Bitalis was indeed dead, but before he died, this guy took precautions and made a series of treatments.

That is, the garden of the gods, or the charcoal of the gods that has been burned, is swallowed every day, and the dose is increased day by day. Until Bitalis died of old age.

Like all emperors, Bitalis had a vision of the myth of immortality.

It's just that myths are myths because of their unreality.

But one of the things that is smarter than other emperors is that if the state is a company, the emperor is the boss, and immortality is the ultimate achievement of the company, the average boss will first show great interest in this achievement, and then order his subordinates to complete it at all costs, and finally be defeated by reality, and either give up this illusion or collapse at all.

Bitalis is different, he will first clearly know that this performance is impossible to achieve, and then he will begin to try to find a middle value between reality and fantasy, such as a series of means such as raising funds by changing shells to make outsiders think that he is hanging, and then waiting for a suitable time to reincarnate in the dirty land.

There is no immortal thing in the world, it has never been possible, the stubborn Kong Qiu, who is as stubborn as a donkey, will not escape the dispersion of the scriptures after 10,000 years, and the overlord of Chu who is as angry as a tiger, and finally even the capital of the corpse has not fallen, only the real fool will think about these things that are not there. Eat and drink enough, sleep enough, play enough, enough, this life is enough.

Bitalis was left with nothing more than hope, a glimmer of hope that consciousness would be restored.

There's only a glimmer of it.

A grass snake gray line, thousands of miles of veins, lucky to look like no one or ghost, turn around, bad luck will rot, and the body will die.

A plan that has been going around and around for a thousand years, relying on the Transformation Pill alone is obviously far from enough.

What Bitalis really relied on was "Turn", a long-lost technique.