Apocalyptic Forecast

In the long silence, Huaishi and the cheerful skeleton in the bath soaked in the poison pool looked at each other. They didn't seem to understand why each other was so strange, and they were speechless.

　　 Huaishi finally gave a dry cough, broke the silence, and asked tentatively:

　　 "...Why don't you go down without saying a word?"

"what?"

　　 Skeleton froze for a moment, as if he finally understood something, unbelievable.

　　 "You are so stingy, Agou!"

　　 It glared at its black eye sockets, and complained with complete injury: "I have asked you to drink so much, so why would you drink so much?"

　　 Huaishi didn't hold back a mouthful of old blood, but felt a pain in his brain.

　　 Are we talking about the same thing?

　　 He is all ill.

　　 "Aren't you afraid of poison?"

　　 "Poisonous? Where is it poisonous, such a good wine." Skull looked at the pool he was soaking in puzzledly. He didn't understand the meaning of Huai Shi, and drank two more mouthfuls, "Isn't this authentic?"

　　 In the silence, Huai Shi did not speak.

　　 looked at it dumbfounded.

　　 Seeing the wine leaking from the gap in its jaw, it was as if it had undergone some magical quenching, and strands of pale gold appeared.

　　 Just like formaldehyde encounters bamboo charcoal, the essence of **** hidden in divine wine is slowly shrinking. As the skeleton was stirred and attached to its skeleton, the original pure white skeleton showed a faint cyan texture, which became more and more alive.

　　 Huaishi's eyes twitched, feeling: It seems that it has changed from a corpse that has been dead for a long time to... more fresh?

　　 "Wow, Agou! Look!"

　　 Skeleton raised his hand, touched his head, and shouted excitedly: "I have long hair!!!"

　　 There is no time to correct the name Agou.

　　 Huai Poetry has seen the scene where strands of golden hair sprout from the skull of the skull. They are growing rapidly from scratch.

　　In the end, it became slender and straight, as bright and pure as gold...

　　 Horror!

　　 Huaishi rubbed his eyes vigorously, and made sure that he did not have hallucinations: the skeleton in front of him, after soaking in this poisonous wine, really grew hair!

　　 is tight and firm enough to make a desolate Cowboy moved to tears. The only drawback is that it seems to be only in the middle, not on the sides?

　　 has become a moxican who kills Matt!

　　 What a wonderful principle is this to make this change happen?

　　 Huaishi scratched her hair, feeling that the degree of fantasy in this world had once again begun to soar rapidly, and she could not keep up with the changes.

　　Especially when he confirmed that the curse in the sacred wine was greatly weakened and was almost completely cleansed... the eyes that looked at the skeleton became enthusiastic.

　　 Is this the Great Master?

　　 can not only lay the stove, but also soak in wine!

　　 I'm in love, I'm in love!

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　　 After half an hour, by the wine pond, Huai Shi’s pot was already hot.

　　 God wine gradually boils, exuding a strong aroma, which is indulgent.

　　 In the tumbling spray, Skeleton put his arms on the edge of the pot and covered his head with a hot towel. After posing in a comfortable position, he groaned freely.

　　 "Hot spot, hot spot again."

"okay!"

　　 Huai Shi added two more pieces of firewood to the bottom.

　　The divine wine in the wine pool is used as a transit through the iron pan, and then it is thoroughly purified, and then drops into Huaishi's water tank through a slender tube drop by drop.

　　 In this way, a freshly baked toxin filter valve is ready!

　　At this moment, in the iron pot, the skeleton is enjoying the long-lost warmth, holding the small cup in his hand, and looking up and taking a big sip, almost small stars appear in his moved eyes:

　　 "Agou, you are so kind to me!"

　　 Huai Shi in front of the iron pan raised his head, wiped his sweat, and smiled honestly: "Well, what are we two of you being polite?"

　　 casually pulled two books from the mountain of ancient books beside him, and tore up those valuable books and manuscripts with unknown wisdom, and threw them into the fire to maintain the temperature.

　　 It's no pity.

　　 is not a serious book anyway.

　　 At first, Huaishi still had some expectations for Helios, but after going through some of the alchemist's private possessions these days, I realized that it was really dirty inside.

　　 is simply unsightly.

　　 It can be said that although all of them are dead, they will be wronged, but every time you kill one, you will definitely miss the net.

　　 Just look at the notes of these guys and the hamster.

It’s not privately studying living sacrifices and living body alchemy, but the data records of various soul experiments, and some are full of various methods and precautions for trading with various existences in hell... What's more, there is Various methods of exterminating humanity and obtaining materials.

　　 Those guys have already crossed the ethical boundary in the boundless space and entered the category of taboo.

　　 Even the field of destruction elements dare to touch.

　　 In just a few decades, under the guidance of the piper, the alchemists who monopolized the legacy of the gods have fallen to a jaw-dropping level.

　　 It might be just for convenience to omit some steps at the beginning, and adopt a more radical approach. Later, I became accustomed to repeated trial and error at the edge of the boundary, until someone did not consider the cost for the result...

　　 When the bottom line is gone, everyone will even scramble to degenerate.

　　In order to circumvent the restrictions of the three major blockades, increasingly crazy alchemists have even tried to simulate the environment of the old Gaia in the enclosed space of Helios, in order to get closer to the ecology of the era of chaos.

　　 That is not a harmless phenomenon like coral clouds, but an invasive species with endless troubles, a poisonous environment that is absolutely incompatible with the present one.

　　 Even if it fails to succeed, it still leaves a variety of scalp-numbing records.

　　 The seventy-two **** sequences predicted by the ancient great master Solomon were revised by them! It even complements the production method of the "Supreme Four Pillars Asmodeus".

How to form eighteen different manifestations of the essence of **** through the solidification of the soul, the masters of the eighteen hells swallow and fuse each other, assist the secret instrument and the stigmata, smelt and transform, and finally make the name Ah Smode's authority, and then became the ruler of hell...

　　 Even if it is just deduction and speculation, Huai Shi's scalp is numb.

　　 The thirst for **** has driven this group of people into madness. Even if they know that the front is taboo, they still jump into the abyss with confidence and hope.

　　In this process, there are not a few alchemists who are regarded as sacrifices, and there are even many who use their own swords...

　　 It’s better to burn something that will only become poison if it survives.

　　 Over a hundred.

　　 During the burning, Huai Shi's movements paused, and he caught a glimpse of the end of the paper in his hand.

　　 is different from the madness and distortion of the content, but the handwriting left by the writer is full of certainty, which can be called a hook and silver stroke, which is strong on the back of the paper.

　　 was full of hope, and finally left a wish for the future.

　　——【I am equivalent to offering a meager sacrifice today, hoping to reap the fruits of salvation in the future, and I hope the truth has pity 】

　　 Seeking salvation and hope in hell, seeking truth...

　　 is like a cold joke.

　　 But this is the essence of alchemy.

　　 If you attribute the **** you see to the erosion of the piper, you would underestimate Helios. Even if there is no believer in the piper, he might be out of control sooner or later.

　　 The element of destruction, the existence of the piper, is just a catalyst.

　　 makes the organization's existence fall into collective fanaticism and extremeness, distorts beautiful visions and ideals into **** and despair, and collapses all the huge future due to its own weight.

　　 Those who pursue justice become madmen who can’t tolerate a little bit of evil in their eyes, those who yearn for the truth play with fire, and those who look forward to salvation fall into hell... That’s what He is best at.

　　 As if just randomly pressing the switch that represents the self-destructing impulse, everything began to quickly become unrecognizable, until it fell apart, and the original appearance was no longer visible.

　　 "The truth?"

　　 The skeleton soaking in the iron pot saw the paper in Huai Shi's hand, as if he was drunk, and couldn't help but sneered: "What's the use of truth? You can't eat it..."

　　 Huai poem was a little startled, and he threw the fragments in his hand into the fire and looked at the remains of Publius, "I thought you would feel the same way."

　　 "No, my uncle used to think about this stuff all day long, didn't it happen in the end? So people with good brains like to think too much."

　　 The skeleton, which had been boiled to ninety minutes, belched freely in the wine, and came to the conclusion: "It's better to eat and drink!"

　　 absolutely.

　　 Huai Shi has been speechless.

　　 You are still the remains of the great master, so you haven't inherited the roots of the great master! Just thinking about eating and drinking...

　　 But what he said really makes sense.

　　 It’s really good to eat and drink. Who doesn’t like the big fish and meat every day.

　　 Huai Shi couldn't help but feel the same, and expressed his approval.

　　 But the skeleton began to sigh: "But it's not good to eat and drink too much. It will run outside and mess around... Ah, I remember!"

　　 It suddenly slapped its forehead and screamed.

　　 "Huh?" Huai Shi subconsciously lifted his spirits, and saw the skeleton look over, with a demon moxi dry blond hair, and said to him in a very serious tone:

　　 "My father may not be a thing!"

　　 In the long silence, Huai Shi's expression twitched and nodded hard: "...Well, I can see it."

　　 Skeleton waved his hand and emphasized earnestly: "No, I mean, he seems to be carrying my mother behind his back and messing around..."

and then?

　　 Did you give birth to a zombie?

　　 Huaishi sighed expressionlessly, brother, you can't think of anything useful!

　　 Even if you remember a little bit of what you have done, it is better than this!

　　 He really didn't know what to say, so he could only comfort him with a helpless expression: "For the good, it's not just yours? Maybe the urine of this species is the same in the world, right."

　　 "But this is not right!"

Skeleton became more and more confused, scratching his golden retriever: "I don't seem to have a father, no, who is my father? I shouldn't be a scum, right? No! Our Hermans have always been loyal to marriage... …"

　　 Huaishi rolled his eyes, planning to pick this thing out of the wine and let it dry first.

　　 You don’t even have a stomach, so why did you drink too much?

　　 But the words that popped out of the skull's mouth at the end made him stunned, unbelievable.

　　 "Wait! What did you say!"

　　 Skeleton looked over blankly, thought for a while, and repeated: "To marriage..."

　　 "The previous sentence!"

　　 Huaishi's eyes widened, and she asked every word: "What do you say about your home?"

　　 "Uh... Helsing home?"

　　 "Didn't you just talk about Herman!" Huai Shi was already anxious to hit someone.

　　 "I... don't remember..." Skeleton fell into a silly state again: "By the way, am I called Publius or Paplov..."

　　 Huai Shi rolled her eyes and was already anxious to death.

　　He took out the book of destiny, and repeatedly confirmed that he had not misheard it just now. Skeleton really said that ‘Hermann’s house’ was not wrong!

　　Hellmann's house?

　　The famous pure-blood family, the inheritor of the sacred name of the ‘Blessed’, a pivotal member of the Roman pedigree...

　　 Huai poem is not the first time I have heard it.

　　 Ko Publius shouldn't be the talent of the Hermann family!

　　On the contrary...

　　Coincidentally, ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ he happened to know a Hellman family member, and even more coincidentally, the other party was also just above Helios!

　　 Do you think this is a coincidence? Isn't it?

　　The high-level leaders of the Ishigama Society, the legendary refiner of the Roman genealogy, a giant who has been at the pinnacle of alchemy a hundred years ago!

　　 is also the old bachelor who pits Huai Shi on Helios...

　　——The Grand Master: Garland Herman!

　　 Thinking of this, he couldn't help but leaning in front of the skeleton, holding its skull with both hands, lifting it up, and carefully examining: "Brother, who are you?"

　　 The innocence in the skull's eye sockets is about to overflow.

　　 "I don't know, brother, I'm just a corpse, okay, and only half of it... Don't ask me such a transcendental topic, okay?"

　　 It picked up the wine glass in his hand, scooped a large glass from the pot, and stuffed it into Huai Shi's hand.

　　 "Come on, drink and you're done--"

　　 As if it never cared whether the friend in front of him was Huaishi or Agou.

　　 It doesn't bother to care whether it is Publius or Garland.

　　 Is it useful to think so much?

　　 It’s better to eat and drink!