Chapter 11 The experimental party is mighty, the experimental party is rippling
Chapter 111 The Experimental Party is mighty, the Experimental Party is rippling
There are many people who can't sleep late at night. There is probably no such thing as "insomnia" in this world, but there are too many reasons why people can't sleep.
Linhai City.
On an inconspicuous street, there is even more inconspicuous shop.
In the shop, lights flashed. The old shopkeeper in his sixties was now bowing respectfully to the shop door, and stood in front of the square table a few steps away. Opposite the square table, a middle-aged man in his forties, who looked ordinary in his forties was sitting on a chair, and a text was gently knocking on his right hand.
If someone who knows how to see through comes, he will find that the copy of this manuscript is Fang Tian’s version of "Journey to the West" from this world.
The rubber-sealed spine hit the table, making a light and almost inaudible but extremely rhythmic sound. If Fang Tian was here, he would sensitively find that the difference between the sound would not exceed 0.001 seconds.
On the table, there is also a small bamboo tube that is still neatly crafted but absolutely not exquisite.
"A piece of stuff, Juyan City sells 10 gold coins?" After a long time, the middle-aged man said lightly.
"Yes, sir." The old shopkeeper said in a simple and concise manner. He didn't know what the sir meant. Is it expensive to say 10 gold coins? Or is it very cheap?
"I have tried its effect. Below the Three Pole Warriors, you can save twice the time. Level 4 warriors can save twice the time. Level 5 warriors can save half the time."
The middle-aged man continued. After he finished speaking for a while, the old shopkeeper said carefully: "Where are you, sir?"
"Not effective for me." The middle-aged man put down the text in his hand, picked up the small bamboo tube on the table that was only slightly thicker than the knuckles of his thumb, pushed aside the plug, poured out a little powder from it on the palm of his left hand, and while playing with his eyes, he said, "What's the result here?"
"This is exactly what I want to report to you. The result... is not ideal." The old shopkeeper tightened his hands, which seemed to be a little sweaty, and said carefully.
"Oh?" the middle-aged man raised his eyes and looked at the opposite side.
The old shopkeeper was so nervous that he said, and his speech speed increased a little, "Sir, through our relationship, I have recruited more than half of the famous alchemists and alchemists in the city. Two alchemists have identified some of the ingredients in this potion, which are six kinds of grasses. Then we will use these six kinds of grasses for experiments, but... Sir, please come with me and take a look at it myself." As the old shopkeeper said, he sighed helplessly.
There is a unique world in the yard behind this small shop.
On the side of the yard is a wooden staircase, but the staircase does not go up, but extends downward. The old shopkeeper and the middle-aged man bent down the stairs one after another.
After turning a few steps, I walked along the tunnel for a long time, and then I suddenly realized that every few steps, a sharp torch illuminated the underground space.
At this time, this space of about 200 square meters was full of a strange smell.
There are also some people wearing strange clothes busy.
Some of them held grass in front of them and looked at it like a fool; some put grass in their mouths and chewed it, and then kept yelling; some placed their long hair on the torch, and when a strand of hair burned to the scalp, they jumped up like a madman, scattered their teeth and claws to extinguish the fire on their heads, then grabbed a strand of hair and placed it on the torch...
There was another one who simply used his head to hit the wall one after another. The earth wall had been hit by him in a big recess. There was a waiter-like man comforting him and persuading him to pull him, not knowing whether he was afraid that he would smash his head or the wall.
Seeing the two of them coming, a man who looked like a chief trotted over. Just as he was about to salute, he was interrupted by the old shopkeeper: "Britt, stop talking nonsense. You can report the results of the experiment to this gentleman in detail."
"Yes, sir." The head of Britt still saluted the old shopkeeper, and then reached out to invite the middle-aged man: "Sir, please come with me."
"Sir, these are six kinds of grasses we have identified." The master took the two to a large wooden table in the center of this underground space in advance, pointing to the six plants on the table with obvious sizes and shapes that were unearthed soon.
"We used these six kinds of grass as an experiment. First, we let each of the six people eat the next one. Two people just feel bitter in their mouths, and there is no other feeling. One person got a stomachache, one person had a small sleeve, one person rolled on the ground with headache, and another person had itchy after eating the grass, and he scratched a lot of places himself."
"Then we cooked these six kinds of grass in water and let them soak. One person soaked his body, and one person didn't feel it that day, but his whole body was sore the next day, and the other four people didn't feel it."
"In other words, these six kinds of grasses are separated and none of them have a restorative effect?" The middle-aged man said lightly, not surprising when he heard this.
"Yes, sir." The head replied, and then continued: "Then we mixed the six kinds of grass we identified and cooked in water. But the water was so smelly, and the water was black. Two of the brothers under his command were soaked before they could soak. The three brothers who had been soaked in the past three days and had not eaten a meal. When they saw the meal, they vomited desperately, and they were almost out of the way." The head spoke with a sad look on his face.
"What do they think?" the middle-aged man asked, pointing to the places where the alchemists were not far away.
"They are even more..." The headman looked indescribable, "Ortin suggested burning the grass to ashes with fire. As a result, his nose was close to him when it was burning. I don't know if he smelled something strange. He had been holding his head and hitting the wall for a long time, now... that's it."
The head pointed to the old man in his fifties who hit the wall not far away, and then pointed to the strange old man who burned his hair with fire and said, "Mr. Mins believes that these grasses grow from the ground, so they must be treated with soil elements. However, the grasses he has treated have no effect. Whether they are a single type or six types, they are put into water and cooked, and the boiled water can be drunk as white water."
"It's Mr. Ackerman's proposal, however, is a bit reliable. He proposed to leache these grass with water elements, but..."