"Shopkeeper Li, has the cinnabar I asked for arrived?"
The drugstore owner who was dialing his calculator looked up and immediately saw the strange man wearing a red robe.
Then a flattering smile appeared on his face. This is a big customer. "Haha, guest, I'm waiting for you. The whole thirty pounds are here. Well, little tiger, go help the guest deliver it to your home.
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"No, I'll take it myself." After paying the balance, Li Huowang picked up the bag with one hand and walked out of the pharmacy.
The drugstore clerk Xiao Huzi was very surprised and asked his boss: "Shopkeeper, what does this man need thirty pounds of cinnabar for? Ordinary people, even if they just use medicine, can only buy it in a few taels."
With a "pop", the drugstore owner bent his middle finger and gave him a headache. "Does it hurt? That's all it hurts! Remember this lesson! As a clerk, you don't care what others buy, he just takes it back and mixes it."
Food has nothing to do with us!"
With a "bump", the heavy cinnabar bag was thrown on the carriage. Li Huowang got directly on the carriage and blew the whistle with his mouth, and the steamed buns immediately followed him.
"Drive~! Drive~!" Li Huowang glanced at the cinnabar bag beside him, twitched the reins, and drove the carriage toward the west gate.
Just last night, Li Huowang suddenly discovered that his past self had hit a dead end. Since others could use the heart to refine magic weapons, why couldn't he do it himself?
Moreover, my body heals at an extraordinary speed, and apart from causing me some pain, there are almost no side effects.
What's more important is that the magic weapon refined with Xinsu's organs has extraordinary abilities and can greatly enhance one's own strength. This will definitely be of great help in the upcoming showdown with Bei Feng.<
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"Da da da." As the horseshoes stepped on the stone slabs, Li Huowang gradually walked towards the outside of the city.
Li Huowang did not take the main roads where many people walked, but deliberately looked for remote mountain roads.
As the sun gradually set, Li Huowang finally found a suitable place, a flat open space in front of several graves.
As soon as the steamed bun arrived at this place, he immediately became vigilant. He lowered his body to the grave and exposed his gums in a trembling manner.
"I'll lend you the space in front of the courtyard for one night. Please don't be surprised." Li Huowang bowed his hands towards the tombs, then turned around to get something from the carriage.
The steamed bun suddenly pounced on him, exploding several rats and scurrying around.
Li Huowang first took down the small alchemy furnace he got from Mandrill, and then placed cinnabar in the furnace and the best snowflake charcoal under the furnace.
As a former alchemy cultivator, it was easy to refine some cinnabar. An hour later, Li Huowang opened the alchemy furnace, and a silver liquid mixed with slag appeared in front of Li Huowang.
Danyangzi once taught this thing when he was at Qingfeng Temple. The silver liquid made from cinnabar was called maiden, but in Li Huowang's world, this thing was called mercury.
Quickly sifting out the residue, Li Huowang picked up a bowl and filled these girls. However, this was not enough, he needed more.
After some refining, Li Huowang looked at the large bowl of silver maiden in front of him with a hint of satisfaction on his face.
"That's almost enough..."
Li Huowang turned around and took out the shovel he had already prepared and started digging the hole, digging deeper and deeper. When he dug until there was almost one person standing, he stopped.
After closing his eyes and taking a few deep breaths, Li Huowang reached out from the sheepskin bag of torture instruments at the bottom and took out a broken dagger with a cold light.
"Taoist, do you want to think about it again? It's really not like this." The monk rushed over and persuaded him with a look of dismay.
The opposite of his attitude was Hongzhong, who sat on Peng Longteng's shoulders, looking like he was waiting for a good show.
No matter what the hallucinations around him said, nothing could shake Li Huowang's determination. He raised the dagger high, pointed it at the middle of his scalp and slowly scratched it. Soon Li Huowang's scalp parted, revealing the flesh and blood covered with blood vessels underneath.
Immediately afterwards, Li Huowang took off his clothes, stood naked in the pit he had dug before, lowered his head and began to bury himself with soil.
It's really difficult to bury yourself, but fortunately, Li Sui can help.
As Li Sui's tentacles continued to whip the soil, the soil around Li Huowang was beaten tightly.
"Li Sui, be good and do me one more favor..."
Under Li Huowang's order, two tentacles came out from his neck, slowly rolled up a large bowl filled with girls on the ground, and moved it towards the wound on his head.
Li Huowang swallowed hard and spoke slowly. "Pull it aside before pouring. Don't spill it."
Li Sui was very obedient and immediately followed the instructions, stretching his tentacles to their maximum size.
As the big bowl tilts, the silver water lines sparkle under the moonlight, which is very beautiful.
"Hmm...heh...ah!!"
This process was extremely difficult, but Li Huowang didn't dare to waver for fear of spilling the mercury.
Li Huowang felt pain at first, but in fact he could bear the pain, but gradually the pain turned into itching, and it became more and more itchy, and this kind of itching spread all over his body.
When this extreme itch almost reached its peak, Li Huowang, who was buried in the soil, struggled desperately. At this moment, he felt that he was being bitten by ants all over his body. This feeling almost drove him crazy.
As Li Huowang kept twisting, his body squeezed upward like a snake. After a lot of effort, he finally squeezed out.
"Ha...ha..." Li Huowang was trembling all over. He couldn't tell which part hurt more at this moment. He thought he was used to the pain.
But when the cold wind of the twelfth lunar month blew against his skinless body like a knife, Li Huowang was still so painful that he almost fainted.
Li Huowang tremblingly took out the "Fire Jacket Sutra" and began to recite the mantra on it tremblingly.
The burning centipede lay on Li Huowang's body and crawled slowly over. After a while, Li Huowang's body was completely covered with black and yellow burn scars.
It may have become more painful, but at least Li Huowang, who was covered in scars, could wear clothes.
After getting dressed, Li Huowang glanced at the leather on the ground, and his breath suddenly stopped. He fell directly on the carriage, curled up, and passed out with his arms around himself.
This chapter has been completed!