Lu An walked to the second brocade box and took out a crystal tube from it. The tube was as thick as an adult's thumb, polished as smooth as a mirror and as thin as a cicada's wing. It contained an unknown silver liquid, which moved with the movement of his fingers.
Slowly flowing. Brilliant.
"This substance is extracted from cinnabar. Because it is silver-like in color and needs to be sealed with running water, it is called mercury." Lu An said eloquently: "Cut a person's skin, and then carefully pour mercury into the wound. Mercury is stronger than human blood.
It's so heavy that it will sink immediately once it enters the body. Next...tsk, tsk, adults, guess what will happen?"
Lu An pursed his lips and smiled, squinting his eyes and looking around quickly. The faces of the people in the county government were as pale as paper, with almost no blood. They really didn't want to think about what would happen next, but Lu An was honest.
The image makes people unable to help but follow his train of thought.
The more I think about it...the more terrifying it becomes.
"Let the villain reveal the answer to everyone."
Lu An smiled and said: "Next, because the human body cannot bear the weight of mercury, it will subconsciously jump up. However, mercury is extremely heavy. After integrating into the human body, it tightly pulls the skin and presses it to the ground, so the skin cannot jump together with the human body."
His eyes were as bright as stars: "The tortured person has lost all his skin, leaving only dry and bloody flesh, but he doesn't know it. He can still walk several miles away alive. But because he has lost his skin, his warm blood has nowhere to store it, so he can walk.
From time to time, the ground will be covered with bright red, and we named it Step by Step Lotus."
"Is it beautiful?"
After Lu An finished speaking, he smiled brightly. Everyone was sweating and almost sick after hearing this. Perhaps the midday sun was too harsh, and it seemed that all his limbs had lost their strength, and they could no longer stand upright.
Lin Chu looked deeply at Lu An with great interest. He really didn't expect that Lu An had such ability. If he was put as a storyteller in a restaurant, he might be able to make a lot of money.
Lu An chuckled: "Let's not be in a hurry. We were in such a hurry today that we only brought these few treasures. After entering the sect's mansion, Guo Naihe, stepped through the Ten Kings Palace and the eighteenth floor of hell, there are many good things. Wait.
The next day, I will personally pick up some adults and take a closer look."
Everyone shook their heads subconsciously, feeling chilled all over. Only a ghost would go to such a terrifying place!
Lu An took out a handkerchief and put it under his forehead: "It's really too hot today. Would you like to chat with me first? Or should you continue to discuss the wonderful uses of these treasures with me?"
"Sir, if you have any questions, just ask them." The servants rushed to shout: "I know that I know everything and can tell you everything."
In the courtyard, everyone was howling at the top of their lungs, the sound was like a loud bell, for fear that others would not be able to hear their voices. Their voices came and went in a chaotic manner, but everyone could hear them clearly.
Rong An was trembling all over, his face was first pale and then ashen. He quietly rolled his eyes and moved his lips slightly. Suddenly there was a gust of wind in the sun, and a figure stood in front of him with a smile as fast as lightning.
Gaba!
Rong An's chin was removed again.
"Haha." Lu An smiled and pinched Rong An's chin. His fingers roughly groped in his mouth for a while, and he took out a black pill with little time: "My lord, you still haven't finished watching the show, how can you die?"
After saying that, she closed his jaw and stepped away three feet away from him, regardless of whether he was in pain or not.
Lin Chu narrowed his eyes. Rong An was a seventh-grade civil servant, but he actually hid poison between his teeth? Such behavior...
Lu An chuckled: "Sir, please be obedient, I will invite you to visit Zongzheng Mansion later for guidance."
Rong An's face was ashen.
He would rather die than join the clan, but he can't even die?