But he didn't think much about it, but looked carefully at the small alchemy furnace in Chen Wangrong's hand, as if he wanted to see some secret of alchemy from above.

Time passed one by one, and after about ten minutes, Chen Wangrong's forehead was already oozing beads of sweat, and the light from the Taishang furnace gradually faded.

Unconsciously, Chen Wangrong's surroundings were already tightly surrounded by people watching the excitement.

From their inquisitive eyes, it is clear that these people have regarded Chen Wangrong as a master of performance art, or a cosplayer of a mysterious profession.

Among these people, there are many ghost city workers in disguise, but these staff look at Chen Wangrong with the same gaze as those who watch the excitement.

There was a little more scrutiny and scrutiny in their eyes, and even some anticipation.

There was a tattooed man with a flower arm in a black vest who watched Chen Wangrong's series of actions, quietly turned away, walked towards a dark corner of the ghost market, and disappeared into the crowd.

"Open!"

The light of the Taishang furnace was extinguished for a long time, and Chen Wangrong felt that the temperature in it was almost there, so he secretly shouted in his heart.

At the same time, the four buckles that stuck the lid on the Taishang furnace turned slightly in a clockwise direction at the same time, untying the lid of the furnace.

Chen Wangrong opened the lid, and a refreshing faint medicinal fragrance spread with the warm heat on his face, and everyone around him involuntarily let out an exclamation.

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Some people applauded excitedly and gave Chen Wangrong a thumbs up.

Chen Wangrong calmly poured the pills in the furnace onto a piece of pale yellow hard rice paper, looking at the four brown pills that exuded the fragrance of medicine, the old man's heart suddenly jumped wildly.

"This ...... That's great! ”

He put away the pill as if he had found a treasure, as if he was afraid that someone would rob him, and directly stuffed it into the inner pocket of his coat.

"Thank you, master, thank you, these medicinal materials belong to you, I'll go back and give the pill to my master!"

As he spoke, the old man picked up the cloth bag he was carrying, got up, and was about to leave.

"Wait a minute!"

Chen Wangrong immediately stopped him.

The purpose of his coming here today was not to purchase, he was originally going to visit all the stall owners who looked old here to see if he could find that Lang Yuanqi.

Because he looked at his historical location on the map of the world with a location, and although it only kept a week's worth of records, no one except the stall owner and the staff stayed here for a week.

"Anything else?"

The old man asked.

Chen Wangrong had to point to the things on the ground and said, "These things, please take the time to send them to my house, now I have other things, it is inconvenient to take them." ”

As soon as Chen Wangrong said this, the old man realized that he was a little too anxious.

"It's okay, you can leave me an address."

Chen Wangrong thought for a while and said an address to the old man.

But when he said this address, only the old man could hear it, and the others couldn't hear anything at all.

"Great!"

The old man said and went back to his stall to clean up.

Chen Wangrong saw that there was nothing to do here, so he began to wander around the ghost market again.

Although the stall owners he contacted later were not Lang Yuanqi, Chen Wangrong still picked out some good things.

There was half a piece of ancient jade that was bought for tens of thousands of yuan, a bag of strange seeds that were exchanged for a learning and progress charm, and a peach pit that had been coiled and already pulped, round and large, and at first glance thought it was a walnut.

Because he found that this peach pit still contained the breath of life, Chen Wangrong used a hair growth pill to exchange it with the shopkeeper.

Because the stall owner happened to be a bald man, he agreed to the exchange with half a heart.

After walking around, Chen Wangrong came to a conclusion that Lang Yuanqi was not one of these stall owners.

So, where will he be?

In such a relatively confined space, although there were all kinds of smells floating in the air, including sandalwood, realgar, medicinal incense, and some sweaty smells, even so, Chen Wangrong clearly felt a strong smell of blood, and even mixed with the smell of some corpses decomposing.

However, he couldn't sense where the smell of blood came from.

Moreover, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like there is another basement.

Chen Wangrong was a little worried in his heart, and he was a little suspicious of whether the smell of blood was related to Lang Yuanqi.

Just as he was thinking, suddenly a hand slapped Chen Wangrong's shoulder, which frightened him into turning around and looking.

Standing behind him was a man in a camouflage vest and a wolf mask.

Behind the man, there stood four men in the same clothes.

A question immediately popped up in Chen Wangrong's mind: "Where did these people come from, why haven't you seen them just now?" ”

He had long observed that the staff in the ghost market were all wearing uniform black vests, and they all had pistols hidden on them.

But this dark green camouflage vest is the first time I have seen it.

"Will you heal?"

The man in the wolf mask asked, his voice very hoarse and low, as if his vocal cords had been badly injured.

"What kind of illness do you want to see?"

Chen Wangrong knew that these people must have already observed the process of his alchemy just now, and they might even have heard the conversation between him and the old man.

So he doesn't hide it anymore.

The man's hoarse voice said, "Can the wound of rotting flesh be cured?" ”

Chen Wangrong's heart moved, and he felt that this might be an opportunity.

"As long as the medicinal materials are complete, it is easy to treat."

As soon as Chen Wangrong said this, the man with the wolf mask nodded.

Then, Chen Wangrong was slapped on the back of his neck, and before he fainted, a black bag fell on his head.

"Take it away!"

Then Chen Wangrong felt that he was being carried up and carried somewhere.

More than ten minutes passed, and when Chen Wangrong was woken up by a scoop of cold water, he found that he had been locked in a dungeon.

The ground was damp, the lights were dim, and the smell of blood and rancid smell was so intense that he almost threw up.

He was going to use some spells to turn off his sense of smell, but when he did, he immediately felt a chill in his heart.

His mana was out of whack!

What the hell is this place, not the ghost market just now.

There was a certain ban here, which made all his power ineffective.

What do these people want to do?

"What kind of place is this? What do you want to do? ”

Chen Wangrong asked in a panic, but his current panic was not pretending.

The man raised his hand and pointed behind him, and said in a faint voice: "Cure him, otherwise you will bury him!" ”

Chen Wangrong turned around and was startled by what was in front of him.

It was a rotten pile of meat, completely dehumanized by rotting and swollen and gnawing by insects, but the regular ups and downs told everyone that he was still alive.

"This ......"

Chen Wangrong was stupid, what a grudge this was, and he tortured a big living person like this.

"What kind of medicine for thin waist, you can make a list now."

The man's voice was hoarse as he finished speaking, and one of his men threw in a pen and a stack of letter paper.

Seeing that Chen Wangrong was indifferent, the man shouted: "Write quickly!" ”

Chen Wangrong shuddered, picked up the paper and pen on the ground and began to write.

Because you can't use spells here, you can't call the pure yang true fire, even if you have a furnace in the palm of your hand, you can't do alchemy, you can only find a way to use some fresh herbs to mash into a medicinal juice.

But the effect is not guaranteed.

Chen Wangrong secretly thought to himself in his heart, now he can only find a way to delay time and break the ban here as soon as possible, so that he can really cure this person.

Taking the pen and paper handed by Chen Wangrong, the man in the wolf mask was silent for a moment, looked at Chen Wangrong with a faint gaze, and turned to leave after a long time.

When a few people left, Chen Wangrong finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He pinched his nose and moved closer to the pile of rotten meat.

"You...... Can you speak? ”

Chen Wangrong asked.

The man remained motionless, and three words came out of his mouth: "Let me die." ”

Chen Wangrong couldn't help but shake his head, suffering like this, it was really better to die.

But if he guessed correctly, this man had fallen for a strange poison.

This poison can make people feel high, all their senses become several times more sensitive, and at the same time, they will not die easily unless the brain is crushed and destroyed.

Therefore, the pain that this person is feeling now is several times greater than the real pain.

No wonder he is bent on death.

"Who are you?"

Chen Wangrong looked at this person's face, although he couldn't see the appearance clearly, he could tell that this person's age should be about seventy years old.

Such an old man, what the hell did he do to make those people treat him like this.

How precious is his life, so that these people will try their best to make him suffer and stay awake at the same time.

The old man's cloudy eyes rolled, and when he saw the mask on Chen Wangrong's face, there was no wave.

Then, he closed his eyes and stopped paying attention to Chen Wangrong.

Looking at the wriggling insects on the ground, Chen Wangrong really couldn't bear it anymore, his eyes glanced outside the iron door of the dungeon, and when he saw that there was no one guarding him, he sighed in his heart.

"Although there is a ban here, but I, Beishan Immortal Venerable, how can you ants be humiliated."

With that, he snapped his finger and dropped a drop of his own blood on the old man's heart.

At the moment when that drop of blood came into contact with the old man's body, there seemed to be an invisible force that quickly spread out in all directions with that drop of blood as a dot.

Whether it was the old man's body or the disgusting things wriggling on the ground, they all disappeared in an instant like snowflakes falling into boiling water.

Even the disgusting stench in the air dissipated in an instant.

And all this, the old man was unaware of.

Because he has no sense of smell now, and the pain in his body has long since numbed him.

Before finding out the details of these people, Chen Wangrong didn't want to startle the snake, so he walked to the iron gate far away from the old man and sat cross-legged and sat down, thinking about the next plan.