Unprecedented Pill Refiner: Entitled Ninth Young Lady

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“Your parents are also alchemists?” the monsoon smoke suddenly asked.

Sissy nodded. "Alchemists are mostly continuation of blood. My parents are all alchemists, so... I will start learning alchemy."

The monsoon smoke listened to the words of Si Siyu, did not say anything more, Qin Muzhen did not have any problems before, the alchemist is really vulnerable to the attack of the Yaozu.

only……

If she remembers correctly, Sissy’s hometown should be a very remote village, but his parents are both alchemists...

As far as the empire's thirst for alchemists is concerned, there should be no alchemists staying in such remote places.

This is a bit strange, but it has nothing to do with the current situation. The monsoon smoke does not ask much.

Transferring students from the Separator's branch to the Alchemist's branch is a no-brainer's approach.

I don't know if this method has worked. The killing of seven consecutive days has finally been contained.

For three consecutive days, no deaths occurred in the college.

Just when people just breathed a sigh of relief, death is approaching again.

This time...

The boy who was attacked was a teenager who was protected by three students from the Separation Division. In the middle of the night when everyone was asleep, the boy was wiped out of his bed and waited for his three deceased to be bloody. When I woke up, on the soft bed, there was only a pile of white bones and a large piece of blood.

The thick blood stains soaked the whole bed, and the drip on the edge of the bed fell on the ground. Among the bright red ones, the students who were only left with white bones were put into a strange posture, just like falling asleep, two Only the hand was placed on the ribs, like a comfort, but more ironic.

When people open the bed first, on the floor under the bed, there is still a clear visible blood totem.

Killing, lasting.

This time, the death of the people made everyone feel desperate, and the students of the Alchemist Division, which was covered by death, almost collapsed.

The dean of the Imperial College was shocked to see that things were so extreme that when all the people in the college were brought together, they asked the three guarded Destroyer students in the audience what happened.

Two of the three students were old students, and only one was a freshman, and when the freshman limped to the front of the college dean, the other students around him frowned slightly.

"What happened in the night last night? How could people be killed in your eyelids?" The director of the white-bearded beard wrinkled, which is already the eighth student of the Alchemist's branch death, and so on, Don't you die?

The two old faces were ugly to the extreme, and the scalp was said to have happened last night.

Everything is as usual, there is no warning at all before they go to sleep, and there is no clue.

The dean’s brow wrinkled and looked at the gray-faced week.

"What about you? What can be found."

Zhou did not return to the front of the dean. After being named, he raised his head. At this time, the week was not ugly, but I was scared or what happened. He had a touch of Wuqing, and he was on the court. Sight, some hesitant to lick the lips, after a while, he slowly said: "I... I seem to... I saw a shadow at night..."