Martin followed the sound and saw that the same face was on the cover of the cookbook.

The face was not made up of white lines, but was raised directly on the cover, a bit like the large book chained by Martin's one-eyed man, Charles, in the Plantagenet Palace to destroy the effect of the "fairy bells".

At that time, a big face also appeared on the big book, and then he stretched out a slippery tongue and licked the man's palm, and his hand instantly became bruised.

The face that appeared on the recipe now showed a clear look of sarcasm, and it opened its mouth to reveal a swarthy esophagus, which did not know where it led.

"What's going on... Why is the original cookbook also 'activated'? What does it mean by 'ontology'? Isn't it the ontology in the first place? ”

A series of questions appeared in Martin's mind, and at that moment, he heard the cookbook in his hand also sound:

"Don't burn me! I can tell you the map of the Salt of Life! ”

"I smell it! You smell of 'salt' in you! ”

The "replica" in his hand said in alarm, its eyes lowered, the white lines that made up its mouth trembled slightly, and at the place of its forehead, the white lines wandered and twisted, forming the shape of a few "sweat droplets".

Combined with its voice, it really looks like a panicked person, afraid of death.

"Don't listen to it! Burned it! I can give you the atlas too! ”

The cookbook on the table said fiercely.

"Its atlas is incomplete! I've got a ready-made recipe for 'salt' that will allow you to make a potion right now! ”

Martin's large book continued to fight back, and Martin captured the word "potion" in its words.

"Now?"

He asked.

"Yes! There's a whole lot of potion ingredients in this room, I smell it! ”

Seeing that Martin responded to the cookbook in his hand, he replied as if he had grasped a life-saving straw.

"Oh? What is the recipe for potions? ”

Martin asked in a flat tone, suppressing the excitement in his heart and deliberately revealing a hint of interest, giving the cookbook a glimmer of survival.

Martin didn't expect that the potion recipe he was looking for would appear in such a way.

"100ml [Nightingale] Spirits + 10g Brown Coral Powder + 6 drops of Stone Scale Fish Oil + 2 Black Lotus Petals + 1 teaspoon of Life Salt."

"This is the recipe for the Virgin Body."

The white face said in a respectful and frightened voice.

"Madonna in the flesh?"

Martin asked, memorizing the recipe it had said.

"Yes, the [Holy Mother Body] can increase the strength and reaction speed of the body, and the malleability of the body will be greatly enhanced after taking it, and it can easily make all kinds of difficult movements, which is one of the easier to obtain but very significant effects in the [Black Magic Potion]."

"The negative effect is also very small, but occasionally I feel unprovoked anger and want to use violence to solve everything."

The white face said with apprehension in his tone.

Martin silently recited the title of [Black Potion] in his heart, and did not continue to ask for the time being, and after thinking about it for a while, he said with a white face on the lines of the book in his hand:

"Tell me how to make it, I can stop burning you."

Then he turned his head to look at the face of the cookbook on the table, and said thoughtfully:

"As for you..."

"That idiot only knows some basic [salt] recipes, burn it, and I can know everything it knows after I become a complete body!"

The cookbook showed a slight expression of disgust, showing all the emotions on his face.

Martin sensed that he could take advantage of the opposition between the two books a little bit and see if he could get anything out of it.

"It gave me a recipe for the Virgin Body, what can you give me?"

"If you burn it, you can become a complete 'essence', then if you burn it, will it also become a 'essence'?"

Martin wasn't really sure about that, because the one on the table was the original recipe, and he didn't know what would happen if he burned it, but he believed that the somewhat emotional cookbook couldn't think of it.

"Greedy humans..."

The blackface cookbook on the table spoke up.

"I can give you the recipe for [Drowning Ghost Poison], it also belongs to the [Black Magic Potion], but it is made of [Void Oil], you can apply it to your lips, you don't need to take it, it won't affect your spirit."

"It allows people to move freely underwater, but the downside is that they vomit persistently after they get ashore."

"What's the recipe?"

"You throw it into the fire first!"

Blackface also wants to talk about the conditions again.

Martin scoffed and turned his gaze to the recipe in his hand.

The white face on the recipe felt Martin's gaze, and it hurriedly said in a panicked tone:

"I can teach you to concoct the perfect [Holy Mother Body] right now!"

"I also know the enhanced version of the [Virgin Body]!"

"Beamon's octopus's eyeballs! Add a Romon octopus eyeball and 2 grimace mushrooms to enhance the effect of the Virgin's Body! The effect is comparable to that of [White Potion]! ”

The corners of Martin's mouth twitched slightly, and instead of paying attention to the series of curses from the cookbook on the table, he went to the table and began to take out one item after another as instructed by the white-faced cookbook.

He decided to hang the blackface cookbook first, waiting for it to figure out its situation.

For both cookbooks, Martin is now like a Grim Reaper, and they have no choice but to please.

Of course, keep them in the right anti-state so that Martin can get what he wants.

Martin pulled out a bottle of amber liquid from the cupboard and attached a label to the glass bottle with a drawing of a sharp-billed bird.

From the medicine chest by the fireplace he took out a brown solid, a bottle of clear liquid, and a few black dried flower petals.

In the transparent liquid, a small black paste floated silently, and it did not melt into the surrounding transparent liquid, like grease.

Finally, he took out the [Salt of Life] from his pocket that the man had given him last night.

This vial of white crystals, like the previous Hand of Glory, was taken from the dream table to the real world.

When Martin took out the [Salt of Life], he also took out the glass bottle in his pocket that was full of all kinds of collapse residues.

Martin didn't notice that both the white-faced and black-faced recipes fell silent after the bottle appeared, their lips slightly open, and they couldn't help but swallow despite the lack of an esophagus.

It's like seeing a delicious meal.

"100 ml..."

Martin took care of himself, picked up the measuring cup on the table, poured some brown liquid from the glass bottle, and the room instantly filled the room with a strong smell of alcohol.

"100 ml whole... Just one cup will drain me......"

He measured the scale and poured the liquid into a small crucible on the fireplace, then threw the brown coral into the mortar, mashed and ground it into a brown powder, and poured the powder into the crucible containing the Nightingale.

"You should pay attention to the fact that only 6 drops of fish oil will cause the separation of the epidermis and muscles, muscles and bones of the body."

"This is because of the extraordinary nature of the stone scale fish itself, its skin is so hard that it can even escape from the mouth of a killer whale, but it is able to swim flexibly in the water, not affected by the scales of this body in the slightest, thanks to its fish oil, which has a strong lubricating effect."

"This fish oil will evaporate quickly if stored directly, and must be stored in the sea water of the Storm Sea."

The white-faced recipe watched as Martin inserted the dropper into the clear liquid and sucked a few drops of black grease out of it, carefully reminding him at the side.

As the black grease dripped into the crucible drop by drop, the [Nightingale] mixed with brown coral gradually began to boil, and the smell of alcohol in the air became more and more intense, as if all the alcohol in the crucible had evaporated.

Martin stared intently at the bubbling liquid, which had turned from a cloudy dark yellow to a pure black, and opened the tin can containing the black lotus and threw the two black petals into it.

"Black lotus itself is highly toxic, and direct consumption will cause the skin to harden and crack and cause permanent damage, but taking it with scaly fish oil can avoid the toxicity to a large extent, of course, it must be harmonized in strict proportions."

The white-faced recipe still stumbled beside him to remind Martin, and although his voice was a little flattering, Martin was very careful to jot down its words, which was very valuable information for him.

The two black petals sank as soon as they were thrown in, and the liquid in the cauldron stopped boiling, the smell of wine in the air faded, and a somewhat addictive floral fragrance gradually diffused.

What is a little surprising is that after adding the same black lotus petals, the pure black liquid slowly fades in color, and finally takes on a stone yellow, and on the surface of the liquid, a pale yellow steam floats up in a spiral.

"Finally, 1 teaspoon of the salt of life, using a little shouldn't make any difference......"

Martin muttered to himself.

He picked up the glass jar containing the [Salt of Life], dug out some white crystals from it with a thin spoon, and sprinkled them into the cauldron.

When the crystals were removed, Martin found that they were different from the grains of salt he had known in his previous life, and although they were all white crystals, he smelled a faint sour smell on these "salts".

He thought it was a little strange, but he didn't pay much attention to it, after all, it must not be the same thing as the salt used for cooking.

After the stone yellow potion in the crucible was sprinkled with the [Salt of Life], the color of the stone yellow turned light again, turning to the amber color of the original [Nightingale] spirit.

The whole process was very fast, just like when Martin did some chemistry experiments in his previous life.

And the spiraling gas is no longer there.

"Bright amber, perfect [Virgin Flesh]! It's a craft! Sir, I have to say, you really have a talent for refining potions! ”

Whiteface praised Martin without blushing, even though Martin had just mixed the materials as he said he would.