This death row prisoner is really unreasonable. If he is disgusted once, he will be disgusted a second time. He is so disgusting that he opens the door to disgust. It is so disgusting. Zhou Sen discovered that this death row prisoner has a bad taste in his heart.
"Do you have any solution?" The death row prisoner looked at Zhou Sen.
"No...wait, do I have to swallow it?" Zhou Sen asked.
"You have to swallow it. After you swallow it, our organization will be able to identify you, believe your words, and fulfill your promise. Also, this is my inner elixir. If you eat it, it will be good for you. As for the specifics,
The benefits vary from person to person, even if you ask me I don’t know." There was a hint of sadness in the voice of the death row prisoner.
"Inner elixir?!" Zhou Sen's eyes sparkled and he quickly took the small bead from the death row prisoner's hand. He did not expect that this was the famous inner elixir in the legend.
"Yes."
"It's just a little small." Zhou Sen threw it in his hand with a look of regret on his face. He couldn't feel the slightest weight.
"..." Seeing Zhou Sen's disgusted look, the death row prisoner had the urge to slap him.
"Does everyone have an inner elixir?" Zhou Sen asked curiously.
"Theoretically, every practitioner has it, but that only exists in theory. In fact, it is not easy to form an inner elixir, and it is not necessary to form an inner elixir."
"Why is it not necessary to form an inner alchemy?" Zhou Sen was stunned.
"The inner elixir is the result of your cultivation. If you don't form the elixir, it is still in your body. Why don't you form the elixir? Will it cause others to covet you?" the death row prisoner said calmly.
"You mean that after the elixir is formed, someone will kill people and rob the elixir?"
"There are a lot of things like this in the world of cultivation, so most people won't choose to form pills without strong power, unless they are like me. They are going to die anyway, so it is better to take advantage of the people around them. At least,
The power you have cultivated still has a legacy, which is better than disappearing into thin air..." the death row prisoner sighed.
"Wait a minute, please don't sigh. Don't worry, your inner elixir will definitely flourish in me. There is something I don't understand. Since there is no benefit to cultivating the inner elixir, why would anyone practice it?"
"I'm referring to ordinary practitioners. In the eyes of many practitioners, they think that possessing the inner elixir will bring you to a higher level. In fact, it is really unnecessary. It is equivalent to you being able to carry two hundred pounds, but you hang up a sign.
Tell everyone that you can lift two hundred pounds on your neck, what's the point of that?" said the death row prisoner.
"No." Zhou Sen was convinced.
"Not only is it meaningless, but it will also arouse the covetousness of people with evil intentions. Fortunately now, in the past Dharma-ending era, many evil figures specialized in killing people and robbing pills."
"You haven't said why some people want to form pills. Don't they all understand?"
"No, when the level of cultivation reaches a certain level, it is imperative to form elixirs. Well, there are many things that you need to understand slowly by yourself, and cannot be explained clearly in a few words." The death row prisoner seemed not to want to get entangled in this topic.
"All right."
Zhou Sen secretly wondered whether he should swallow the inner elixir in his hand. After all, these things are not bayberries and plums on the street, but rare things that can be found but hard to find. The best way is to collect them and then find an opportunity to test them.
Ingredients, if you can mass-produce them, you can make a lot of money.
"Why don't you swallow it yet?" Seeing Zhou Sen's hesitation, the death row prisoner couldn't help but urge.
"Brother, it's so disgusting! I'll leave it alone for now, wash it first before eating, and then wrap it in food and swallow it. Now let me swallow it like this, sorry for my incompetence, there is really no way." Zhou Sen frowned.
road.
"...Okay, whatever you want, it's given to you anyway, you can make your own decision. However, you have to remember that ordinary people are not guilty of carrying the treasure. Although this thing is not a valuable thing, the person who wants it can
But there are quite a few." The death row prisoner warned.
"I know." Zhou Sen put the inner elixir in the gravel and rubbed it for a few times to remove the smell of the death row prisoners, and then put it in his pocket.
Seeing the inner elixir condensed by his own life being rubbed back and forth on the sand by Zhou Sen, the death row prisoner's heart was bleeding. This was the crystallization of his cultivation for more than three hundred years! What saddened the death row prisoner the most was that Zhou Sen
It seems like he doesn't take it seriously at all.
The death row prisoner didn't know that Zhou Sen now calls himself a god. Naturally, a god would not take this little inner elixir seriously. Now, what Zhou Sen wants to do is to test the chemical composition of this inner elixir. If it is beneficial to the human body, then
It will be possible to produce on an assembly line, and then it will be difficult not to make a fortune.
Unknowingly, Zhou Sen was influenced by the stupid man and began to be greedy for money. You must know that in the previous years, Zhou Sen, under the protection of his adoptive father and adoptive mother, had no concept of money at all and was used to spending money.
Only after I got to this prison did I fully understand the benefits of money.
"By the way, I can deliver the message in the afternoon. You can tell me the address." Zhou Sen put down the inner elixir.
"Watch it!"
The death row inmate took a look around, then adjusted his sitting posture, with his back to Mogan Prison, his legs spread to block the sides, one hand blocking the front, and the other hand writing on the sand, erasing every word he wrote.
"Do you remember?" the death row prisoner looked up and asked after erasing the last word.
"remember."
"I wish you good luck." The death row prisoner looked up at the sky with a lonely look on his face.
"Can you think of a way to hold on until your accomplices rob the prison?" Zhou Sen couldn't help but ask.
"They won't let me live." The death row prisoner smiled, and his laughter was somewhat free and easy. Obviously, he had long accepted the reality.
"Underground Warden?"
"He is not qualified yet! Don't forget, he is also a prisoner." There was a touch of warmth on the ugly face of the death row prisoner. He could feel that Zhou Sen really cared about him and wanted him to live.
"But……"
"Do you know how many prisons I have been transferred to in this year? Nine! I transfer to another place almost every month. They just want to kill me..."
"Wait, since they want to kill you, why don't they kill you directly?" Zhou Sen looked confused. He didn't understand why the "they" in the mouth of the death row inmate would go to nine prisons a year to kill one person.
, this is too troublesome.
"Boy, what they are pursuing is procedural justice."
"Oh...I understand." Zhou Sen smiled bitterly.
"They are full of male thieves and female prostitutes, but they have to pretend to be sanctimonious, so they want to kill me legally." The death row prisoner laughed, with a sarcastic smile on his ugly face.
"Who are they?" Zhou Sen asked.
"Is this a problem?"
"Ahem...yes."
"Who can sentence you to death?" The death row prisoner stared at Zhou Sen with penetrating eyes.
"Who can sentence me to death...Judge."
“Who does the judge represent?”
"government."
"Any question?"
"You...you...did you say they are the imperial government?" Zhou Sen was dumbfounded. The answer caught him off guard.
"No, all human governments."
"Are you enemies of all human governments?" Zhou Sen felt that his brain was a bit out of use.
"Yes."
"Are you anarchists?"
"They have monopolies, they are dictatorial, they kill wild animals, they demand excessively, they dig holes into the planets, do you think they deserve to die?" The death row prisoner did not answer Zhou Sen, but was minding his own business.
As he spoke, his voice became hysterical, and his already deformed face became more distorted, and his face was covered with a layer of blood red, like a burning flame.
"..."
Zhou Sen opened his mouth and did not argue with the death row prisoner, because he knew that there was no point in arguing with a fanatical believer. He could not change you, and you could not change him. The best way was to remain silent.
"We were successful because of that traitor. That traitor betrayed us!" The eyes of the death row prisoner showed unforgettable hatred.