The uneasy mood was infinitely magnified, and after Li Li swallowed the life-preserving elixir left by Yao Tan for himself, he pursed his lips and looked at the city that became more and more transparent at some point.

"Withered Glory."

She called out in a hoarse voice, breathing a little heavily.

Fortunately, the Kurong Sword seems to be smarter than the pig beast, after hearing Li Li's call, there is no need for Li Li to use spiritual power to pull, the Kurong Sword has already flown over sensibly, and at the moment when Li Li fell, it crossed a beautiful arc in mid-air, and then firmly supported Li Li's body.

"Back to ...... Get back. ”

Li Li held back the scarlet sweetness that surged in his throat, and gave instructions to the Kurong Sword hoarsely.

Kurong Sword was really obedient, and slowly lifted Li Li into the air, although his speed slowed down a lot, he still flew towards the other end of the crack with a clear goal.

Li Li opened his eyes, the blood qi emanating from the Kurong Sword was originally used to repair its own damage, but now these blood qi were wandering around Li Li, as if they wanted to try to heal Li Li's injuries.

I don't know if it's the effect of rebirth, or the effect of the pill, or the kindness of Kurong really worked.

Li Li could feel that his body, which was so cold that it was numb, seemed to have really regained some heat.

The terrible blood hole in his chest gradually stopped bleeding.

With the tumbling qi and blood, she swallowed the last healing pill one by one, feeling those familiar gentle spiritual powers flowing in her body, slowly filling the fatal wounds on her body.

At this moment, Li Li wanted to recover his combat effectiveness faster than ever.

Inexplicably, she sensed that something very bad was waiting for her ahead.

Only by regaining her grip on the Withered Sword, and only by having the strength to fight again, can she dispel those uneasiness.

In the darkness, the beautiful blood-colored long sword carried the sword cultivator, silently through the gap of the magic array, from the fragmented real world, back to the illusion of nothingness.

Chapter 226: Good Morning, Good Afternoon and Good Night

In the fifth tower city, after 10,000 years, another disaster has befallen you.

……

Pharmacists' Union.

The rare plants and rare medicinal mushrooms stolen from the growers' guild were originally neatly stacked in the circular lounge, and the clever and cautious goblin pharmacists even maintained a tacit understanding, deliberately placing them in the far corners, and even hiding them under the ordinary medicinal materials, if they were not specially searched, they would not have been able to find these new alchemy materials of unknown origin.

But now, a black crack in the circular lounge was like a pitch-black scar, hideous, and dangerous, and the bitter smell of potion that lingered in the apothecary's guild all year round was concealed by another indescribable dull and decaying smell.

And this crack also swallowed up all the rare medicinal herbs placed in the corner, leaving only a few bright small mushrooms scattered around.

A young goblin apothecary looked at the rare medicinal herbs that had fallen into the cracks, his eyes full of reluctance, and he kept muttering quietly.

"No, this is the most important ingredient for my self-dispensing potion, I have to find a way to get it back......"

As he spoke, the goblin mustered up the courage to take a cautious step toward the rift.

At that moment, however, a withered hand grabbed the young apothecary's hand.

"Don't go!"

Sinjid roared angrily, startling not only the pharmacists who were still sighing in pain, but also himself.

"Sinjid?" Another pharmacist, who was also an elder of the Pharmacists' Guild, looked at Sinjid blankly, a little unable to react, of course he also sensed that the crack that suddenly appeared in the Apothecary's Guild was wrong, but Sinjid's reaction was inevitably too big.

Sinjid's hand was still tugging at the young apothecary, and his gaze was fixed on the gap.

Through those thick black-gray mist, he seemed to see another world.

Faintly, the collapsed walls, the broken and rotten wood, the broken stone bricks, everything was strange, but inexplicable, it made Sinjid feel familiar.

It's like, it's another pharmacist's union.

At that moment, it was as if countless images flashed through the depths of Sinjid's soul.

It was as if he saw a shining sky, a simulated sky of the underworld.

The sky was collapsing, everything he was familiar with was crumbling, and many of the familiar faces that had no memory at all flashed through Sinjid's memory, like a rushing underground river, which Sinjid could not capture.

He stared at the crack for a long time, the strength in his hand gradually increasing, and unceremoniously dragged the reckless back behind him.

Sinjid turned his head, met the blank and panicked gaze of more than a dozen pharmacists.

They seemed to be not only frightened by the sudden rift, but also by Elder Sinjid's unusual behavior.

"Elder Sinjid...... Are you alright? ”

The young pharmacist also woke up from the collapse of the destruction of the medicinal herbs, and looked at Sinjid with a solemn face very uneasily, and asked carefully.

Sinjid was silent for a moment, and then he opened his mouth, but his voice was so dry that he seemed to be speechless, and it was a long time before he found his voice.

It was as if he were asking other pharmacists, as if he were asking himself, about memories that were familiar but felt unfamiliar.

“…… Why? ”

"Huh? What why? The other pharmacists were only confused.

Sinjid raised his hand and pointed at the young pharmacist with a trembling voice.

"Why...... Doesn't the pharmacists' union recruit many outstanding young people to join the union every year and teach them pharmacy knowledge? Aren't we constantly talking about the idea of carrying forward the science of pharmacy and letting the wisdom of the pharmacist spread throughout the underworld and even the entire magical continent? ”

"But why?" Sinjid's voice was hoarse, like a fragment desperately squeezed out of his throat, and became fragmented, "Why is there only a few old immortal guys in the pharmacist union, why is there only this kid in the juniors?!" ”

"And why? We don't have a president or vice president of the pharmacists' union, so we're the only elders? ”

"Don't you realize? None of this is right! ”

As he spoke, he quickly walked to the nearest room, which had never been opened, and the other apothecaries seemed to have forgotten about its existence, but at this moment, Sinjid kicked it open with a slam without hesitation.

All the pharmacists' eyes were drawn to the past.

The room was quiet, there was still half a bottle of potion on the table, I don't know when it was configured, there were still some crystal bottles waiting to be cleaned in the washstand, and there were traces of the residual potion on the operating table, everything was very fresh, as if there were still people using it yesterday.

Sinjid pointed to the tightly closed apothecary labs that had never been opened.

"Obviously, there are still all the alchemy props, crucibles, crystal bottles, and potion cooling bottles in those potion laboratories...... All the tools are complete and used, and its owner is supposed to be one of us, but why, none of us remember who was the owner of this lounge? ”

After this sentence fell, all the pharmacists had a flash of dazedness on their faces.

The young apothecary stepped forward uneasily, "Elder Sinjid, perhaps...... Maybe some of the pharmacists used the lab temporarily. ”

"No, it's not."

Singid muttered, and then, as if remembering something, walked briskly to the collapsed bookshelf in the corner of the lounge, desperately rummaging through something.

Finally, he pulled out a book of parchment.

He muttered to himself in a hurried voice: "When Yao Tan came, he asked me about the field of pharmacy that all pharmacists are good at, and he also made a list......

"Sinjid, Poison ......"

"Montelisa, Acceleration Elixir ......"

"Melod, blinding agent......"

“……”

He read them one by one, and the pharmacists whose names were reported were locked in Sinjid's gaze for a moment.

However, the next moment, after seeing Yao Tan's other name written down, Sinjid's breathing suddenly became stagnant.

"Marianne, antidote...... Marianne? Marianne! ”

Sinjid repeated the name left by Yao Tan, his voice becoming more and more rapid, and finally even with a hint of pain and despair.

He looked up at all the pharmacists, and there seemed to be a faint glint in his eyes.

"Who is Marianne? Do you remember the name? ”

However, no one remembered the name Marianne, she was like a grain of sand blown by the wind, completely lost in the memory of all the owners of the Apothecary's Union.

It was as if he had been choked by the throat, and suddenly he couldn't speak, and he couldn't breathe.

Wave after wave of dizziness rushed over him, and the apothecary stared at the cracked gap, through the diffuse gray-black mist, and saw the ruins that seemed familiar to him again.

Is that......

That's the real pharmacists' union.

At that moment, Sinjid's soul trembled violently.

Then, all of a sudden, the unfamiliar names became clear.

Marianne.

Marianne......

That's not an unfamiliar name.

Sinjid remembered that the old rival who was always arguing with him under the mushroom tree, every time he brewed a new poison, the latter would be very faceless after a few days to configure an antidote to his poison, and the old woman always said it strictly, saying that she was afraid that his poison would cause trouble, so she had to match the corresponding solution.

Also, he went to the growers' union and secretly picked the basket of precious mushrooms, and when Marianne found out, she said that it was a thief, but in fact she secretly went to the growers' union.

And then what?

Marianne never returned to the Apothecary's Guild, and Sinjid and the other pharmacists remembered her as if they had been wiped clean, never remembering Marianne's name again, and even the name tag hanging from her usual laboratory became blurred.

Sinjid's head suddenly became in sharp pain.

He clutched his stinging pain desperately, breathing heavily, his eyes red, but the memories grew clearer.

This time the cycle of memory.

Last ......

Last ......

Real, memories of 10,000 years ago.

The memories that had been destroyed by the pain and death were like a tidal wave at this time, and they all rushed back into Sinjid's mind, and his body trembled, and then he remembered all the memories.

And then everything became clear.

Sinjid looked up, his gaze slowly scanning over the other pharmacists who were still present.