Fan Ming felt as if his trousers were pulled by something

When he looked down, he saw a small white tiger with a tiger head and a tiger head biting his trousers.

Almost all cats of this age like to scratch and bite everywhere.

Fan Ming had a cat in his previous life, and it often caused trouble to the sofa cushions and other things at home.

Fan Ming caught him.

"You came just in time, there is something good here for you to try."

With that said, Fan Ming poured out a Qi-nourishing pill and put it under Xueshan's nose.

What surprised him was that Xueshan actually took the pill in one gulp.

"Are you going to eat it now? What if it's poisonous?"

Fan Ming quickly opened its mouth and tried to snatch the pill back. He originally just wanted to tease it casually.

How can we really let "my family" do such a dangerous thing as testing poisons?

There are a lot of stray dogs near the village, and some of them are drug test subjects.

However, he was still a step too late, Xueshan had already swallowed the pill.

And after eating, the little guy still looked longingly at the whole bottle of Qi Yang Pills on the table.

Fan Ming understood instantly. Could it be that this little guy could smell it with his nose and smell it?

Animal noses can indeed smell many things that humans cannot.

In addition, the blue-eyed white tiger itself is not an ordinary animal, and perhaps its abilities in this regard may be stronger than ordinary animals...

Just when he was stunned, Xueshan actually wanted to reach for the bottle of Qi-nourishing pills with his paws.

Frightened, Fan Ming quickly capped the medicine bottle.

Although there is a high probability that there is nothing wrong with Ghost Thief King's bottle of Qi-nourishing pills, the prescription states that you can take at most one pill a day, and taking too much can be dangerous.

Seeing Fan Ming put the gag on, Xueshan was so angry that he turned back and started to bite Fan Ming's arm.

But Fan Ming suppressed him with a backhand.

After that, he observed the state of the snow mountain for a while and found that not only did it show no symptoms of discomfort, but it became more and more energetic.

The four short legs kept moving, running back and forth between the yard and the house to vent their energy.

Fan Ming was finally completely relieved.

He poured out another one and gave it to Fan Li, who was addicted to practicing in the yard.

Fan Li didn't even ask what it was, he opened his mouth and swallowed it.

Fan Ming did not go back immediately, but stood aside to see how miraculous the effect of this Qi-nourishing pill was.

After a while.

While Fan Li was doing Tong Lian Fist, he kept exclamating from his mouth.

"Brother, what are you giving me to eat? It's so amazing! I feel like my body is getting lighter and lighter!"

Fan Ming nodded, and he also noticed that Fan Li's movements became more and more skillful after taking the Qi Yang Pills.

This Qi Nourishing Pill seems to have eliminated the burning sensation when practicing Neijiaquan.

From this point of view, the biggest gain this time is undoubtedly the ancient book!

This first prescription gave him such a big surprise.

Then there are so many pages at the end that can be called a "treasure trove"?

Fan Ming suddenly realized that today's "lucky direction" seemed to have come true.

Although the process was somewhat tortuous, looking back and thinking about it carefully, he seemed to have obtained these things without any injuries or other losses. To a certain extent, he was indeed lucky...

Back inside again.

Fan Ming took the ancient book and turned it over.

"Blood coagulation pill, Qingxin pill, eyesight pill..."

He saw more and more prescriptions, but Fan Ming frowned.

Many of the medicinal materials in these elixirs have never been heard of by Fan Ming.

Some even have extremely high requirements for the year.

Fifty years is considered a short period of time, and Fan Ming also saw the number four hundred and fifty years.

Good guy, 450 years of ginseng, are you trying to make an elixir?

Fan Ming is now broke and can’t even afford a beard of 450-year-old ginseng.

This is not alchemy, it is clearly a waste of money.

Fan Ming doesn’t need to consider most of the pills listed above in a short time.

After flipping through the pages, Fan Ming suddenly discovered the recipe for Qingdong Wan.

Looking at the bottom, as expected, the purpose is not much different from what he had guessed before.

He subconsciously glanced twice before turning the page.

Immediately afterwards, the three words "Hua Zhi San" came into Fan Ming's field of vision.

"If it touches intact skin, it is absolutely harmless, but if it touches a drop of blood, the blood will turn into yellow water, which is extremely corrosive and will rot flesh and blood."

Fan Ming was a little surprised. This is simply a magical weapon that can destroy corpses and eliminate traces.

And why does it feel familiar?

Fan Ming suddenly raised his head and looked at the small porcelain bottle containing unknown medicinal powder on the table.

I thought to myself: "Could this be the corpse powder?"

In fact, Fan Ming guessed it correctly. This was specially used by the Ghost Thief King to destroy the corpses of those who died due to failed drug tests.

Fan Ming was not prepared to throw away the bottle because of fear, but found a small piece of cloth to wrap up the suspected corpse to prevent accidental leakage.

There will be plenty of opportunities to confirm whether it will be disintegrated into corpses.

Afterwards, Fan Ming continued to flip through the ancient book, only to find that the prescriptions described later were even more outrageous.

You can tell from the name.

"Soul-moving pill, Soul-taking pill, Spirit-gathering pill, Bigu pill..."

These are not in the same style as the previous elixirs.

Could it be that the author of this book imagined it himself?

Fan Ming frowned again until he reached the end...

"My name is Danyangzi. I lost my parents when I was young. Fortunately, I was adopted by a pharmacist. I was enlightened in the study of pharmacology. Since then, I have devoted myself to studying the art of alchemy. When I was young, I had a special liking for this. I have been working hard for twenty years, specializing in it.

The art of alchemy.

When I was thirty-four years old, I met an immortal by chance and was good at his knowledge of elixirs. He was introduced to Wangshan Sect and embarked on the path of cultivating immortality. From then on, I devoted myself to the cultivation of immortality.

A hundred years passed by, and Yu Fang returned home. However, the old pharmacist who adopted me passed away. I am deeply grateful and will never forget it. In order to repay the kindness of upbringing, I compiled all the worldly elixirs and some immortal elixirs that I compiled a century ago.

Leave it to the descendants of the pharmacist, hoping that future generations will enjoy prosperity for generations, protect their descendants, and forever preserve the essence of medicine, live up to the teachings of the old pharmacist, and live up to my heart..."

After reading this long paragraph, Fan Ming held the ancient book in his hands and was at a loss.

Is this true or false?

Is the author of this book a cultivator?

No, no, no, am I hallucinating?

In other words, this is some kind of evil intention by the author of this ancient book, in order to tease the people who get his book.

Fan Ming closed the book, put it aside, and rubbed his temples with his right hand.

There is too much information, and my mind is a little indigestible.

If there really are immortal cultivators in this world.

Where should I go as a hunter practicing martial arts?

And could the Ghost Thief King be a descendant of Danyangzi’s adoptive father’s family?
Chapter completed!