My Experience In the Otherworldly Liver

"Use human life to refine medicine..." Chen Mu's face was gloomy and uncertain.

"After all, my heart is too soft!" Chen Mu sighed.

Thinking of the ghost crisis that may appear at any time, Chen Mu began to be in trouble again.

"How many more imitations of Zhuyi Pavilion's secret medicine?" Chen Mu's heart moved.

Lingsha Pill and Qingfengsan can earn him more than three hundred taels of silver every month.

Using this income to buy the expensive Zu Ming Talisman is a drop in the bucket.

"Expensive secret medicines are highly profitable, and there are few available ones." Chen Mu sighed.

There are only secret medicines such as Dragon Transformation Pill that can improve strength. No matter how high the price, how much will be sold.

"Can't you replace living people with other creatures?" Chen Mu thought unwillingly, staring at the last paragraph of the Qianshan Sutra.

At the very end, there is a scripture of several hundred words.

I know every word, and together they become meaningless garbled characters.

He is familiar with this kind of scripture, and it contains the incantation to activate the magical instrument.

"Soul-locking spell?" Chen Mu's eyes narrowed slightly: "How about you practice this spell first?"

...

Daliang 641, April 16.

Lin Hengfang, Chen House.

Black smoke billowed under the octagonal pavilion, and a large black iron ingot of watermelon appeared on the stone table.

Chen Mu took a deep breath, and a short sword appeared in his right hand.

laugh!

Along with the inaudible sound of breaking the air, nine holes appeared silently on the iron ingot.

The perimeter of the hole was scarlet, and the nearby air was slightly distorted by the high temperature.

Chen Mu bent over to look, the nine holes were transparent from front to back, and had been completely pierced by the sleeve sword.

Chen Mu looked at the gray wall in front of him.

Sleeve Sword: 178/10000/fourth order;

"I don't know if the current sleeve sword can pierce the armored soul." Chen Mu looked at the ebony short sword with some eagerness.

The last time I met Zhuo Yinghai.

Even if he tried his best to cast the Qiankun Strike, he could still only slightly break the opponent's courage.

Now that he has broken through the third rank, there is a secret skill called Cloud Piercing.

It can put the tip of the sword in a high-frequency oscillation at the moment of the sword, which brings strong penetrating power.

In addition to the fact that the ebony sword was already hard and sharp, Chen Mu's heart surged.

His left hand was quickly covered with pitch-black power. Holding the sword in his right hand, the tip of the sword is aimed at the palm of his left hand, and then... Chen Mu put away the sleeve sword.

"It hurts... Find a soul master and try again next time."

After staying at home for five or six days, the injury has completely recovered.

The white jade toad shape training technique, which has invested a lot of energy, has not yet broken through the fourth level.

The Hidden Sword, a skill that had been put on hold for a long time, came to Tier 4 calmly.

The muscles and muscles of the whole body undergo qualitative changes again. The magnitude is similar to that of the White Ape's physiognomy.

The physical fitness has improved by less than 10%, but the coordination has improved a lot. Effort is smoother. The power of the sleeve sword has increased several times.

And it comes with a cloud-piercing secret skill, which greatly improves the piercing power.

...

Putting away the iron ingot sleeve sword, Chen Mu took out two Zu Ming talismans and placed them on the stone table.

"One point...two thousand eight hundred taels stumped the hero."

Thinking of the ghosts he met a few days ago, Chen Mu still has lingering fears.

That's just one, if you meet a group of...

"Two is not enough." Chen Mu's scalp was numb.

He misses Lin Du a little bit.

The gift of friendship from Hallmaster Lin of the Jinghong Gang made Chen Mu very dashing for a while.

The house can be rented at will, and the Spring Breeze Building can be visited at will, eating large pieces of meat, drinking milk in large bowls, and having enough food.

No one is rich but not rich, Chen Mu is eager to move: "Find another one to take advantage of?"

Thinking about it, he couldn't help but shake his head with a wry smile: "The idea of ​​killing people and touching corpses naturally appeared in my mind."

"Those who are close to the ink are black..." Chen Mu sighed.

"It's all to blame for this abominable world! It almost shook my kindness!"

Chen Mu hurriedly warned himself: "I want to be a good person, and I must not take the initiative to provoke right and wrong."

Chen Mu breathed a sigh of relief after continuing to give himself psychological hints.

"Would you like to... go to the casino or the black market to make some money?"

After a long while, Chen Mu suppressed this tempting idea with firm will.

However, a light suddenly flashed in his mind: "That Hall Master Lin, it seems that he didn't just give away a large sum of money."

"Longhua Dan... What is the other medicine called?

"Liuweibao or Daliwan?"

"Forget it, it's not important."

"Well...let's call it Blue Pill."

...

evening.

Jiejia looked at the porcelain vase in front of him and asked, "What is this?"

"Blue Pill." Chen Mu said calmly.

The well-informed Jie Jia opened the cork and smelled it, and his eyelids twitched.

"It seems that you are really short of money."

The ghost's blue pill, this is the imitation of Jinyang Pill. The booster medicine that is in short supply in the red boat goulan.

Jiejia looked at Chen Mu suspiciously: "Didn't you give me Jinyang Pills?"

"With your current technology, can you imitate it by memory?"

Chen Mu's face shook and said calmly, "Of course!".

Jie Jia looked at Chen Mu with a half-smile, "It turns out that it was copied long ago."

"Imitating this kind of medicine, is this...prepared, or...prepared?" Jie Jia's face was full of meaning.

Chen Mu said expressionlessly: "I want to make one point, I was thinking about it for the purpose of practicing medicine."

"Besides, what am I doing with this thing? It's useless!"

The corner of Jiejia's mouth twitched, and he nodded seriously and said, "Yes, you are just practicing medicine."

Chen Mu: "..."

"Eat and eat!" Chen Mu quickly got up and went to the kitchen to serve dishes.

He deliberately stewed a jar of braised pork in a clay pot today.

Slowly simmered on a low fire for an afternoon, the color is bright brown and red, the skin and flesh are soft and rotten, and the chopsticks will break when they are clamped.

After walking out of the kitchen, Chen Mu had regained his composure.

Turn a blind eye to the undisguised teasing in Jie Jia's eyes

Just a little bit of a strange look.

Make money, it's not shabby.

...

After the meal, Chen Mu brought out the sesame cake. Take out the warm herbal tea again.

In the middle of April, the weather in Nanyang is getting hot and humid. It is the right time to drink herbal tea for removing fire.

Holding the wooden cup, Chen Mu took a sip of the slightly bitter and sweet herbal tea, and asked calmly, "The red of the hall must come from a living person?"

Jie Jia glanced at Chen Mu: "Life."

"A living person can be used, a spirit can be used, and an ordinary three or six animals can also be used."

Weird? Chen Mu held back his curiosity and continued to inquire: "Why does the aristocratic family have to use people?"

"High efficiency." Jie Jia said lightly, "How to choose 10,000 cows and 100 people?"

Chen Mu suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

"And some instruments must be sacrificed with human souls." Jie Jia added calmly.

Chen Mu was silent.

This world is strictly hierarchical, and the children of the aristocratic family are high above, and they have never cared about ordinary life and death.

Ordinary people are just their slaves and livestock. In the eyes of those people, 100 people are of course no better than 10,000 cows.

Thinking about the many medicinal herbs such as Hualong Dan and Huangya Dan circulating in the rivers and lakes at the moment. Chen Mu's whole body suddenly tensed.

Whether they knew it or not, those Jianghu people who swallowed the medicinal pills became disgusting one by one.

As for the members of the family who are the source of the medicinal herbs, it is no exaggeration to say that they are demons and ghosts in human skins.

Only those ordinary people have been passively victimized.

"The sorrow of the weak..." Chen Mu sighed.

He couldn't help thinking of the heavy fog in Qingshan County.

"I don't want to die for nothing."

After sending Jiejia away, Chen Mu took out the Thousand Mountains Sutra and began to recite the Soul Locking Mantra silently.

Since three animals and six animals can be used instead, there is no reason for him to give up imitation dragon pills.

The sudden attack of the ghost, like a cloud covering his heart, always made Chen Mu uneasy.

He desperately needs a lot of Zu Mingfu.