Qin Chuan raised his eyebrows, this old man who is obsessed with wealth still has such a peculiar elixir?

"Is it really so magical?" Qin Chuan was a little skeptical, although the medicine sold in Yibu Temple was still so expensive, if he could have no external injuries overnight, he would be able to return to the battle platform earlier.

Yibu Temple was very disdainful of Qin Chuan's suspicious look, and said quite proudly: "That is a pill passed on to me by my master in the early years, and the effect is not to be said, otherwise I can have the title of the first pharmacist in Bashui City?"

Speaking of the master of Yibu Temple, the eyes of Yibu Temple are full of reverence. When Yibu Temple was not a pharmacist in his early years, he met an unknown medicine master, and after studying medical skills for half a year, he had today's achievements. It's a pity that the master still dislikes Yibu Temple's poor understanding, and after teaching for half a year, he only left him a dream pill Danfang, and then drifted away, nowhere to be found.

Qin Chuan threw two pieces of glazed yuan crystals to Yibu Temple, he wanted to try if the pill of Yibu Temple was really so magical, "These two pieces of glazed yuan crystal are enough to exchange you for a pill." ”

Yibu Temple caught Liuli Yuanjing in a slippery manner, and smiled happily, "Enough is enough, you wait, I'll go back and get a dream pill." ”

Qin Chuan returned to the small courtyard, holding a delicate porcelain vase in his hand, which contained a dream pill sent by Yibu Temple.

This Mengdan is also strange to say, according to Yibu Temple, to take it before going to bed, even if you use meditation instead of sleep, it is useless, you have to sleep peacefully to have a medicinal effect.

Qin Chuan half-convinced and took out the pill in the bottle, which was the same as the hematopoietic pill, mixed with some medicinal materials condensed, and wrapped with a layer of sugar coating to prevent the medicinal power from escaping.

This white sugar-coated Yimeng Pill is the size of a round bean and has a slight weight in the palm of your hand. Looking at this white Yimengdan, and then looking at the sun hanging high, Qin Chuan thought of the word daydreaming for no reason.

For the strangeness in his mind, Qin Chuan smiled. As soon as the dream pill was in his abdomen, he immediately lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

In my sleep, I was confused, and I didn't know the real and the unreal. Qin Chuan dreamed of the barren continent six years ago, as if he was in the last days of the year, the civilians abandoned on the continent had no hope of life, beauty, ugliness, good and evil, madness and stupidity, and all kinds of things in the world were revealed on a continent that was about to collapse.

The old man who raised him stood in front of him as if he was alive, beating his chest, holding his fingers against his head, asking him why a relic, the tattered Bible was not well protected, and the river water was soaked in a handful of mud. Seeing the old man's heartache, it is no more sad than the half of the steamed bun he got before being taken by a mouse, and he needs to be comforted and explained.

However, as soon as Qin Chuan wanted to speak, the small villages and towns of the barren continent in front of him, the old people, were like flowers and moons, and a breeze blew and disappeared. When they regained their clarity in front of them, they had already arrived at the Death Base, and the remaining ninety-nine people of those half-teenagers were all beside them, just like when they first arrived at the Blood Skull's Death Base.

It was so real, even the pain of the sand blowing by the wind on his face was so real, Qin Chuan couldn't help but raise his hands, it was the little hands that were stained with mud back then, and the wound on his forehead was still scarring, and it was painful and itchy, as if the memories of the next six years had been poured into his mind in advance.

Then, Qin Chuan began to experience this memory personally, pouring into a pool of blood countless times in the Death Base, and getting up from it again and again, in the solid basement, those thick copper pillars would recover after changing opponents every time, and the battle that passed by the Grim Reaper began to be experienced again.

Finally, Qin Chuan walked out of the Death Base alive, and the Bloody Great Venerable put the four of them in different places and began the assassination mission. Once again, he picked up the dagger and plunged it into the back of the one-eyed snake's neck, the blood still warm from the splattered hand. Fleeing all the way, running all the way, Situ Nan was hit hard, jumped into the river and swam to the opposite bank hard, but as his hands and feet gradually became as heavy as lead, he choked into a few mouthfuls of river water, and his consciousness gradually blurred.

Qin Chuan opened his eyes and was in the bumpy truck box, with stacks of metal boxes next to him, and very uncomfortable bandages were wrapped around his body. Zhong Qing opened the car door and talked to Qin Chuan, and took him to see "Zhong Gongzi" with a rich man's voice, as well as the maid Ziyun who gave him white eyes if he didn't agree with him, and he became the guard of the Zhong family's caravan again. On a day's journey outside Bashui City, the caravan guards fell one after another, and finally he and "Zhong Gongzi" survived.

He took the woman's "Zhong Gongzi" to evade the pursuit and came to Bashui City. On the way, he wanted to leave this "Zhong Gongzi" countless times, but I don't know if he felt pity for the miserable and pitiful appearance of "Zhong Gongzi" in a coma or because of the previous life-saving grace of the hematopoietic pill, he unconsciously did not have such a mind again.

In Bashui City, relying on the martial arts arena Shisheng finally got a temporary safe courtyard, he just laughed at the "Zhong Gongzi" rogue occupying the only bed, but he was still a little relieved.

Aunt An took the Zhong family to pick up "Zhong Gongzi", Qin Chuan once again felt that loneliness, there was no partner, only the task imposed on him by the blood skeleton, and he couldn't refute it, and he was powerless to resist.

As soon as the spatial scene changed, Qin Chuan suddenly stood on the alloy battle platform in the martial arts arena, and the potholes and depressions were full of blood, and they bubbled out along the surface of the battle platform. The entire martial arts arena was completely devoid of the hustle and bustle of the past, it was extraordinarily lifeless, those stone staircase stands, high-rise stands, were all crooked horizontally and vertically full of dead spectators, and the blood flowing from their bodies followed the terrain and entered the center of the martial arts arena, gathering into a blood lake, and the alloy battle platform was like an isolated island, waiting for the blood to overflow in this blood lake.

This hellish scene that made people stand upside down made Qin Chuan feel like he was on the verge of an abyss, sweat was like rain, and he subconsciously wanted to grab the blade beside him, but this time he was empty. Suddenly, the surrounding scene became illusory and blurry, and the sky swirled, and Qin Chuan woke up from his dream.

After taking a few breaths quickly, Qin Chuan's fast-beating heart gradually calmed down.

Qin Chuan, who was sitting on the bed, looked around carefully, it was in the house of the small courtyard, it was a dream that was so real just now, but it was so real, the pain, the experience, there were a lot.

Looking at his body again, the two wounds left by Han Meng had disappeared, if it weren't for the fact that there were still some dry and hard blood stains there, I am afraid that Qin Chuan would have thought that he had not been injured before.

Qin Chuan didn't expect this dream pill to be so peculiar that he was unharmed in a dream. The long dream made Qin Chuan think that the dream was the reality, everything in the past seemed to be experienced again, and suddenly, Qin Chuan thought that another six years had passed.

In the medicine hall, Yibu Temple was adjusting the proportion of the medicine in his hand, and he was not surprised by Qin Chuan, who came to tell him in a fuss. He had also eaten this Mengdan, and for the first time he felt that the novelty was incomparably mysterious, thinking that it was a coincidence, and he had obtained some great opportunity, so he ran to his master who later shook his hand and said that the spittle star splashed, but only the old man fell into a big white eye.

Yi Busi tinkered with the medicine in his hand, and said to Qin Chuan indifferently: "This is a normal phenomenon, the first time people take a dream pill will have all kinds of strange dreams, this is a dream created by the illusion of some drugs in the pill, which makes people's minds immersed in it, and it is impossible to distinguish between illusion and reality, but during this time, the advantage is that the wound can speed up healing, and this phenomenon will be obvious when you eat it for the first time, and it will be better if you take it in the future, and there will be no such coherent dreams." ”

The medicinal effect of this dream pill is not bad, it is several times stronger than the hematopoietic pill, that is, you need to fall asleep after taking it, this is a bit troublesome, you must wait until there is no threat to the body for a period of time before you can take it, otherwise it will be a big deal if you are approached and stabbed in that kind of sleep.

"Is there any more of this dream pill?" Qin Chuan thought about bringing two more pills with him, and in the future, he was afraid that he would not be able to touch this kind of good medicine without external injuries overnight after leaving Bashui City.

Thinking that since Qin Chuan could get the glazed Yuanjing, there was no shortage of money, so Yibu Temple took out a porcelain bottle containing a grain of Yimengdan.

"Just one pill?" Qin Chuan took out one after seeing Yibu Temple picking at it for a long time, and he couldn't believe it, such a good pill could this old man who was a wealth fan only make such a little?

"What do you know, boy, this Mengdan is the golden signboard of my medicine hall, not only is the raw material expensive and difficult to find, but the production is not generally complicated, I can only make three or four grains this year, if this is sold to you, then how to play the golden signboard of my medicine hall in the next period of time, how can my Yi pharmacist still dominate among the pharmacists in Bashui City......"

Yi Bu Temple chattered and buried Qin Chuan disgusted him for only taking out a pill of a dream pill, but listening to his words, Qin Chuan knew that this old man Yi probably had a lot of a dream pill on hand, why don't you want to sell a few more pills to Qin Chuan, strange goods can live, if you sell one grain at a time, it seems to be in demand, and it can be sold a little more expensive, if you wholesale a lot, then how can you talk about the word rare.

However, Qin Chuan came prepared. When he came, he was going to buy a few more pills of Yimeng Pill and keep it with him, so he brought some more glazed yuan crystals.

Qin Chuan threw the glazed Yuanjing in the small bag he was carrying in front of Yibu Temple, and Yibu Temple, who was originally righteous and impassionedly determined that he would not sell much, suddenly smiled and squinted.

The glazed yuan crystal is equivalent to a bag of crystal coins, and the ethics of this Yibu Temple are so fragile in front of the crystal coins.

After glancing around, there was no one else, and Yibu Temple whispered to Qin Chuan happily: "The matter of selling more of your Yimeng Pill must be kept secret, don't spread the word." ”

Qin Chuan knowingly gave him a look that you can rest assured and must be tight-lipped like a bottle.

Out of the medicine hall, Qin Chuan's body already had five more pills of Yimeng Pill that could be unharmed in a dream. Go to the martial arts arena again, Qin Chuan is full of confidence in his heart, his vitality is restored with glazed Yuanjing, and there is a dream pill for injury healing, as long as it is not the kind of fatal internal injury, no matter what, when he wakes up the next day, he will be a lively and energetic Qin Chuan.

In the next battle in this martial arts arena, Qin Chuan was also trying to see if there was anything more difficult than that Han Meng.