It's like drinking water, a potion mixed with a variety of disgusting ingredients, and there is no uncomfortable feeling when you drink it in your mouth, just like water, and even with a faint sweetness, the cool feeling goes straight from your throat all the way to your stomach, and Grave can't help but feel a thrill.

If you want to say nervous, it is completely impossible, the previous selection of raw materials and the various reactions in the refining process are recorded in the classics, but after this, when the potion is in the stomach, everything will be left to fate.

Grave held his breath, feeling the changes in his body, suddenly, his abdomen was like being punched hard, and the severe pain spread from his abdomen, Grave snorted, and the whole person instantly knelt on it, and a bean-sized cold sweat broke out from his forehead.

If it was really just a punch, then the pain would slowly subside after a while, but the pain that Grave was suffering at the moment was getting worse and worse, and the pain began to slowly move upward, gradually moving from the abdomen to the chest.

Grave finally felt the fear of death on a real footing.

The pain slowly crept up his chest to near his neck, and Grave felt as if his throat was being choked by a large hand, and his breathing became more and more rapid and difficult, and even his own eyeballs were about to pop out of his sockets.

Grave's heart suddenly had a strange sense of comics, he was addicted to alchemy, refining medicine for a lifetime, but he didn't expect to die in the potion he refined, he could still live well in this room, and even conduct his own potion research, but all this, because of his greed and obsession, is about to come to an end.

Just when Grave was about to die of suffocation and pain, the pain disappeared again, the suffocating pressure from his throat suddenly disappeared, the pain turned into a sharp itching sensation in the place where he had been in the pain, and the strength of his body seemed to be drained at this moment, it was a rather subtle feeling, Grave could clearly feel the strength and vitality in his body passing little by little, his body instinctively cringed and feared, this is a way of watching himself die.

Grave's consciousness is still awake, but his strength is gradually being drained, and his heart is beating slower and slower, Grave clearly feels that in his body, there is a magical power, this power is like the wick of a candle, hanging his life, so that his consciousness is still awake, but his body functions are stopping little by little, and his body temperature is gradually becoming as cold as the stone slab behind him.

Grave realized that his eyes were still open, and he tried to close them, but his body couldn't seem to do anything as simple as closing them.

"So be it. Grave stared at the ceiling, the last thought that crossed his mind was—

"I knew that I would have let this officer come over earlier. ”

......

I don't know how long it took, at the end of the corridor, there was a sudden sound of unlocking the lock with a key, and the dull sound of leather boots stepping on the stone slab approached little by little, and the owner of the voice was undoubtedly the officer who asked Grave for the alchemy potion, the two doses of potion that Greve gave him had all been consumed, and he was able to find the feeling of a conqueror in a woman for the first time in a long time, and the thought that he was about to get a physical potion that could offset the side effects afterwards, the officer's mood couldn't help but become more excited, and the evaluation under his feet also slowed down a lot。

"Why is there no sound at all?"

The officer subconsciously inhaled the air, his nostrils twitched slightly, and it seemed that even the usual smell of herbs in the air had faded a lot, and the officer hurriedly walked to the door of the cell and looked into the cell.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, this look, the officer is stunned.

Grave's eyes widened, lying straight on the floor, motionless, not even his chest heaving, the table in the room was still intact, but the stool fell beside Greve, and even the herbs and experimental equipment needed for alchemy in the room disappeared.

The officer, accustomed to wars and dead people, had the first reaction in his mind that this alchemist had committed suicide.

He was the only one who had the key to the cell, no one but him could have come here, and the camp was so well guarded that no one could sneak in, and there was no trace of digging in the walls of the cell.

Swiftly opening the door of the cell, the officer half-crouched in front of Grave, and reached out to cover the latter's face, like a stone slab under his feet, without feeling a trace of temperature, and no breath in his nostrils, except for a pair of eyes still open, staring straight at the ceiling.

There were no wounds on Grave's body, and it was obvious that he had not been killed by a murder weapon, and the officer couldn't help but shudder at the thought of the horrific raw materials that the crazy alchemist wanted to ask for himself.

"It's crazy to stay well, to die yourself. The officer couldn't help but curse angrily.

The death of a refugee doesn't have any effect on him, what really annoys him is that he has just been happy for two nights, and now he is going back to the state he was in before the potion, and he can already foresee another woman who will say goodbye to him next.

The officer quickly called in a few soldiers, who did not explain the cause of Greve's death, except that the refugee had died of a heart attack - but it didn't matter, they were fighting the Bol Collar and had no time to care about how a civilian died, so the soldiers lifted Grave up and carried him straight to the place where the bodies were stacked outside the camp.

The whole process was watched by Greve.

Mountains of dead people were piled up, huge pits filled with corpses that smelled faintly putrid and bloody, these were civilians killed by the army in the riots, in the fjords of death, civilians were the least valuable things, these corpses were not even as good as garbage, no one cared for them here, and Grave was thrown down like garbage.

Greve clearly saw the soldiers leaving, and he wanted to leave the disgusting pit immediately, but his body had not yet recovered.

As the sun began to sink in the west, Grave watched the moonlight slowly rising in the sky, and couldn't help but curse angrily in his heart.

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