Xie Yunhe was stunned for a moment, and then subconsciously took the space ring he threw over. It stands to reason that this thing should be bound and cannot be opened by anyone other than the owner unless permission is obtained. But he seemed to be unbound.

In other words, now Xie Yunhe can completely take this ring and leave. But Xie Yunhe didn't do that, after all, he bought it to survive, and although his actions were stupid, he also expressed his sincerity.

Xie Yunhe opened the ring and took a look, and found that it was full of some food and props that he also had, and even his own was better. But there was one book with a beautiful skin that caught his eye.

"Everything in this can be given to you! I only wish I could work with you, really! I don't want anything else, just go back alive and that's it! Please help me! ”

Xie Yunhe walked over slowly, searched his body, and after finding no weapon, he looked at him, and then returned the ring to him.

"I'm not interested in being a robber yet, but ...... What's that book in your ring? Why didn't I? ”

The man was stunned for a moment, and immediately said, "This is what I found when I searched the secret room myself, and I can give it to you if you need it." ”

Xie Yunhe nodded, but he was not polite, and asked him for this book. After the man handed the book to Xie Yunhe, he immediately stretched out his hand in a friendly manner and said, "My name is Ming Lei, hello." ”

Xie Yunhe shook hands with him gently, "Xie Yunhe, ugly said that we can cooperate, but once I find out that you have signs of betrayal, I will not hesitate to ......"

"Don't worry, I still have this judgment, this time the deadline is three days, as long as I can go back alive. All the treasures and props you find are all for you. ”

Fortunately, Ming Lei is a very reasonable person, and Xie Yunhe is not a greedy person, and the two of them quickly cooperated and acted very smoothly. And Ming Lei didn't lie, for this island of death, he had knowledge that Xie Yunhe didn't have.

Around evening, Xie Yunhe and Minglei found a cave that happened to be facing away from the stone wall by the sea.

To get to this place, you have to walk on a very narrow path, and according to Ming Lei, the barbarians are all huge, and the largest is even four or five meters tall, so they can't walk through here.

Even if they found out, if they wanted to walk through here, they would inevitably fall into the sea on the way. So the two of them were going to hide here for a while, and if it went well, it would not be impossible to hide all the time.

Ming Lei seems to be a literati, after rushing for nearly a day and finding a safe place to live, Ming Lei fell asleep on the ground without even eating.

Around the bonfire, Xie Yunhe quietly replenished food, and then did not rest, but opened the exquisite book he got from Ming Lei. He always felt that there would definitely be some clues in this, because of the gorgeous and precise lines on the surface, Xie Yunhe always felt very familiar.

When he opened the book, he found that the pages inside had been yellowed, and it was estimated that the environment was very damp, and even a little mildew. But fortunately, he could barely understand what was written on it, so Xie Yunhe flipped through the pages.

This seems to be a diary written by a person, and the identity of the person who wrote the diary also aroused Xie Yunhe's interest. One of the passages aroused Xie Yunhe's curiosity. And the content is as follows.

Nearly 10 years after that disaster, Longyu Island still hasn't fully recovered. All walks of life are busy starting from scratch and upgrading, and most people still have not been able to escape the poverty and famine brought about by the war.

The coastal capital is the fastest in the country to recover, but slums are still everywhere.

The gap between the rich and the poor here is terrible, and the capitalists can build villas for themselves on a mountain, while the children of the slums cry every day, crying loudly. Those who have parents will not cry when they come back with food, and those who have no parents will cry until they die. And no one will look at them more.

The war has put a layer of steel on the hearts of every pedestrian on the street. Death tried to knock on the walls of their hearts, only to get a cold, dull answer.

I didn't know much about this four years ago, and I only knew that the human heart was sinister. Now, four years later, I understand the vicissitudes of the world.

Four years ago, I was kicked out of my family's house, and that night my father whipped me to the point of fainting, and I woke up in a small hospital in a slum area.

I was in despair, at first in despair from the extreme pain caused by the whip marks on my body; Then I felt hopeless when I remembered that when my father made a decision, none of the dozens of members of the family were willing to pull me along;

and despair at the thought that after I lost my identity as a member of my family, I might never see the woman I had a crush on for 4 years again;

Finally, I walked out of the hospital and looked at the imported steam cars on the street, at the homeless people waiting to die in the alleys on the corner, at myself in the mirror with tears on my face, and felt hopeless because I didn't know how to survive in this world.

At the age of 16, I decided that this would be the most desperate experience of my life. But now 4 years have passed, my limbs are still alive, most of the whip marks on my body have healed, and I can't find any traces if I don't look carefully, but there are more than a dozen cracks on my back and legs, and the doctor said that there is no good way, and it will probably hurt for a lifetime.

The doctor was right, and every rainy night, I lay in bed and couldn't sleep. The dozen or so wounds turned into blood-red centipedes that ate human flesh, writhing violently and cutting through my flesh and bones, gnawing at my organs, while extending along the blood vessels into my brain, trying to suck the cerebral marrow.

Then I would wake up, and the centipede would have been back to its original position after a full meal.

The rain outside the window is certainly bone-chilling, but it is also poignant, the kind of rain scene that must exist in Greek pathos and romance.

I clenched my fists and stared into the distance.

I'm not sad.

I am very tolerant and enjoy the negative emotions of sadness, pain, depression, anger, anxiety, and so on, which can torture people to death after reaching a certain amount.

For though they may pass through me, they must not encroach on me, and they will go elsewhere in search of weaker hosts.

Because I became an alchemist four years ago.

My teacher told me that there were only 10 alchemists on Longyu Island. Half of them are still the same age as him, and they don't have a few years to live. My teacher died of illness a year ago, and it happened that I had absorbed almost all of his skills enough to become a teacher.

Why did the teacher choose me as an apprentice, the teacher said that it was because I had an advantage.

"You are an outcast, an outcast by your family, an outcast by the world. Orphan? They weren't abandoned, they just had a bad life. And you are truly abandoned by your family. I like outcasts, because alchemy doesn't belong to the realm of humanity in the first place. ”

I didn't like this weird, cold-blooded old man at first. But gradually, I found out that I was in love with him.

Because the knowledge he taught me was so wonderful, so wonderful that every drop of my blood, every bone trembled, and I screamed with excitement.

I still vaguely remember.

One day I followed him out into the wilderness, and somehow climbed a mountain, and the wind danced wildly on the peak, cutting my skin like a knife, and it was a long pain.

The teacher's thin fingers trembled and pointed to the urban area below, and asked me with a sly smile: "Che, what is written in the order?" ”

I dug out the order in my bag and read it to him: "A bottle of medicine that repairs organs, a bottle of medicine that can cure amnesia, a pair of glasses that can read through the thoughts of others, and a beautiful woman who is absolutely obedient." ”

"Okay, let's do it one by one. Che, come and sit here, and I'll show you. ”

The teacher took out a notebook, tore off a piece of paper, and wrote on it: "First of all, a bottle of medicine that can repair the organs." ”

The next moment, I saw the teacher put the paper on the ground and sneered and pressed the paper with his dry index finger. The moment his index finger touched the paper, the dazzling golden light flickered on his fingertips, making a humming resonance like a chant of a thousand people.

"Now, this light is called divine guidance. He was given to the child by the Creator. The Divine Guide will let you know what materials are needed to refine this thing. Che, guess what, what materials do we need now? ”

I stared blankly at the golden light and said unconfidently, "...... Probably a herb or something? ”

The teacher let out a shrill laugh, a cold, mocking voice. I couldn't help but blush and bow my head.

"Che, just pull the grass and pick up the gravel at your feet...... Oh, that's rabbit, right? Pick it up too......"

I didn't know why, but I did as I was told, and finally put the rabbit in the palm of my hand with a bitter face.

The teacher tore off another piece of paper, and this time his gaze suddenly became sharp, like the eyes of an ostrich looking for prey in the air. The dry palm that seemed to be weak was bursting up at this moment, and every bone joint was as if it was embedded with steel nails, and only the wrist was constantly dancing with great flexibility.

"Alright, Che, throw the things in your hand onto this piece of paper."

The teacher put down the pen, put the paper on the ground, and said with a low smile.

When I looked at it, it was full of words that I couldn't read, but when I looked closely, it didn't look like words, but more like an abstract painting.

I obediently put the grass, gravel, and rabbit on it.

"Idiot! Rabbit poop thrown away! Why don't you have a sense of humor at all......"

I was so frightened that I hurriedly picked out the rabbit, and in my heart I cursed the old man in front of me who was laughing evilly.

Seeing that the teacher twisted his neck, he immediately turned over his clothes, revealing his thin body, and thought that he was going to do something, it turned out to be to pluck a hair, which I didn't expect.

"Good fellow, yes, it's been so long, it's not in vain...... Che, listen up, when the hair grows on your chest in the future, you are not allowed to pull it out without my order, because in the eyes of alchemists, it is a very precious material...... Hehehehehe......"

I thought it was another dry humor from the teacher, but the next moment he really put Mao on paper. Immediately, his index finger touched one of the papers, and the brilliant golden light flashed again. But I vaguely saw that at the moment when the light flashed, all the items on the paper were sucked into the light.

The light was dazzling, for the trees in the vicinity were dyed golden as far as the eye could see. But I was drawn to the light deeply, almost dementedly, and didn't feel glaring at all.

The teacher seemed to have been accustomed to it for a long time, but when he saw me staring directly at the light obsessively without blinking, he was slightly stunned at first, and then a bitter smile flashed in the depths of his cloudy pupils.

It didn't take long for the golden light to disappear, and I was startled, and looked around, but nothing had changed, and I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But when I looked at the teacher, he smiled and held a bottle of potion with a clear green liquid. This time, I was frightened, and hurriedly looked on the ground, and the paper on which the formation was drawn, as well as the grass, gravel, and the crooked hair on the teacher's chest, were all gone.

"Teacher...... What is it? ”

The teacher nodded, and said sarcastically: "Yes, this is what they requested, a potion that can repair organs." A piece of grass, a piece of gravel, a piece of wool is made of something, they have to spend millions to buy. Do you think it's fun? Hahahaha! ”

Suppressing my consternation, I asked, "But does this really work?" ”

The teacher suppressed his smile, glanced at me and said lightly: "If you don't believe me, I can help you cut open your stomach, then dig out one of your kidneys, and then feed you this bottle of medicine." ”

I shuddered, and when I reacted, I couldn't help but be shocked: "Oh my God, then drink it, and my kidneys will grow again?" ”

The teacher smiled, and his tone was full of madness: "Che, it's okay for others to think that it grows, but we alchemists must not have such a low IQ idea." ”

"Such a bottle of medicine, something that is not even 100ML, you tell me, how can it make a kidney grow back from a person? If it really has this effect, then the guy with two kidneys drinks it, doesn't it become four kidneys, or even four kidneys? ”

"Why the hell is ......?"

The teacher smirked, "Well, I'll teach you the detailed theory slowly in the future." Now, to summarize the principle briefly, it is probably to let his body travel alone in time - that is, to go back in time, to the time when he still had kidneys. ”

Seeing that I was so frightened that I couldn't speak, the teacher began to refine the next item, and he said as he practiced, "This is only one of the methods." There are tens of thousands of ways, only the ones you can't calculate, and there are no ways that don't exist.

Che, remember, when you become an alchemist, you must learn to be tolerant...... Yes, that's right, I'm talking about tolerance.

Because of tolerance, he will make your horizons wider than ever...... Oh, let's not talk about that. Che, cross out the last order. ”