Doomsday gangster dressed as interstellar cannon fodder

Why doesn't Yan Hongan hate him? But he really can't bear to put the hatred of the entire Yan family on Yan Hua.

The third ability is rarely strong, not to mention that before, Yan Hua's mental power and mecha sensitivity were both 0.

His mecha's sensory and mental powers were severely injured and destroyed, and there was basically no hope of recovery.

But now that he was facing Yan Hua's insistent eyes, he hesitated to speak, but still couldn't bear to tell the truth, so he nodded and said.

"Okay, uncle believes in Huahua."

After calming down Yan Hongan's mood, Yan Hua asked Yan Hongan to have a good rest and went to another room to prepare to try to refine the potion.

Pharmacist is a profession that requires a lot of mental energy and also consumes a lot of money. Even if Yan Hua bought the lowest-grade pharmaceutical instrument and used the lowest-grade herbs, she still spent nearly 3,500 crystal coins.

What Yan Hua is preparing to refine is a mental calming potion. As one of the two major talents, mental power is not only fragile, but also can lead to riots if used with high frequency and intensity. Only a mental calming potion can solve this problem.

However, it is extremely difficult to refine the mental calming potion. Fortunately, the medicinal herbs required for the mental calming potion are the cheapest and are also in high demand.

She divided the wood power into silk threads and attached them to the herbs. After grinding the herbs in the order of the pharmacists, she put them one by one into the inconspicuous instrument in front of her.

Under the catalysis of the instrument, the medicinal herbs turned into masses of material energy. Following the guidance of Yanhua's mental power, the impurities were removed bit by bit, and the remaining energy was slowly fused solely by mental power.

Just when it was about to succeed, the instrument suddenly trembled violently, the overall energy tilted, a slight explosion sounded, and the material energy was directly scrapped.

Looking at the black waste, Yan Hua also understood why almost no one bought this kind of medicine device.

When a pharmacist makes a medicine, he needs to be highly concentrated. The stability of this instrument is too poor and can easily disturb the pharmacist. It will not only destroy the medicine being made, but may even affect subsequent refining.

But for now, she could only continue. Yan Hua recalled the point of failure and reinvested in the medicinal herbs for the next wave of refining.

After failing again and again, Yan Hua was very patient. After failing six times, the potion was finally refined completely.

After filling it with the supplied medicine tube, Yan Hua lifted the medicine tube and looked at it carefully. The energy was quite pure, so it should have been successful.

It took six failures before the refining was successful. Yan Hua did not place high requirements on the quality of the potion. It was enough that it could be sold to solve an urgent need.

After preparing the potion that was successful for the first time, the next step became easier. After Yan Hua ran out of herbs, she got seventeen tubes of potion.

After putting all the potions into the space container, Yan Hua pressed her eyebrows, washed her face and looked up at her own face.

The facial features of this body are exactly the same as hers, but the original owner had an accident when he was a child and was left in high radiation conditions for several hours, leaving large red and black scars on his face.

The scars on her face must be removed by finding an opportunity. The existing medicines in Interstellar cannot cure radiation scars. Yan Hua plans to develop her own medicine later and use the wood power to treat the scars.

After encountering so many things in half a day, Yan Hua couldn't help but feel a little tired. After cleaning up her things, she lay down on the bed to rest.

After a light sleep, Yanhua woke up before dawn. It was still early and Yan Hongan was still sleeping. Yanhua locked the door and went straight to Luo's Baihang.

There was nothing useful in the original owner's space device, and yesterday's costume was definitely no longer usable. Yan Hua found a gray-white cloak and robe, and used her powers to make a strange dark green mask.

After leaving the hotel, Yan Hua put on a robe and a mask in a deserted corner. Her hair was tied and hidden under the cloak. She had a stooped figure and looked like a weird old man from a distance.

After entering Luo's Baihang, Yan Hua went straight to the pharmacy room.

In order to keep confidentiality, each pharmacy sales room is divided. When Yan Hua entered, she only saw a one-meter-high machine at the end with two staff members guarding it.

Seeing someone coming in, the woman near the door walked over and said with a smile.

"Sir, are you selling potions?"

Yan Hua nodded and replied in a hoarse old man's voice.

"right."

The woman led Yan Hua to the machine and placed the medicine that Yan Hua took out on the machine. A few seconds passed, but the machine showed no response. The woman tried another machine and tried again, but there was still no response.

Seeing that something seemed not right about the situation, Yan Hua frowned. After all, potions are energy, so logically there should be no problem.

"Sorry, please wait for me here."

Seeing that there was still no result, the woman looked at Yan Hua with an apologetic face and said.

Yan Hua nodded, watching the woman hurriedly disappear from the door with the potion, and stood there waiting.

Not long after, there was a commotion at the door. As soon as the door was opened, an old man with curly hair rushed over. His face was covered with ashes from the explosion. He looked crazy, and he was holding a gun in his hand.

The potion refined by Yan Hua.

The old man had a clear goal and ran directly towards Yanhua. He stopped suddenly a few steps away from Yanhua and asked with a silly smile.

"Is it you, old gentleman, who refined the potion?"

"Any questions?"

A hoarse voice came out from under the mask, and the voice was cold, as if he was impatient with the words.

The old man's eyes widened immediately, his face was full of excitement, he turned around twice and said excitedly.

"Master! I didn't expect anyone could use such poor herbs to refine a C-level mental power calming potion."

Class C? Sounds okay, Yan Hua thought to herself, but remained calm on the surface.

As he spoke, the old man's eyes lit up, his free hand pointed at himself, and he said excitedly.

"Master, do you have an apprentice?"

"But it's the same as having it or not. Anyway, one more of me is not more, right?"

The woman who had brought Mu Haoyuan stood at the door slightly awkwardly, not knowing whether to interrupt the old man's move.

"Master Mi, please don't scare others."

Mu Haoyuan came over and teased.

Mira's face darkened and she glared at Mu Haoyuan: "Go, go, don't bother me here!"

Yan Hua heard the sound and looked around, only to see the young man in front of her. He had a clear appearance and spoke softly and casually, but his expression was tense. He was obviously on guard against her.

Thinking of this, Yan Hua felt a little wary and lowered her voice.

"Can you please identify the potion?"