Chen Xing took out the remaining thirty bottles of qi and blood supplements from the box and poured them into his mouth.
Anyway, it can be digested and transformed slowly in the stomach, so let it be digested first.
Fortunately, one bottle is only the size of Huoxiang Zhengqi Liquid, and you can drink thirty bottles.
He was really worried about putting 50,000 bottles of health care products in the box.
Then I went to the shower room to take a shower, rinse away the dark yellow oil that overflowed from my pores when I broke through, wiped it clean, pulled out the key card and went downstairs to check out.
But Chen Xing soon discovered something was wrong.
After all the qi and blood supplements are poured into the stomach, although the gastrointestinal motility is at full capacity for digestion, some qi and blood supplements still penetrate through the blood vessels in the intestines and stomach and seep into the limbs.
The result was that Chen Xing's skin turned red, like a boiled red prawn.
"Sir, are you okay? Do you want me to call the ambulance for you?" the hotel front desk kindly reminded.
"It's okay." Chen Xing waved his hand.
After taking two steps, Chen Xing stopped, raised his head and took a deep breath.
He felt his chest burning.
Although I had this feeling when I drank twenty bottles just now, it was not as strong.
If any professionals knew about Chen Xing's operation, they would definitely scold him. For warriors with low martial arts training, one bottle of Qi and Blood Tonic is enough for a week.
It is enough to see the richness of the power of Qi and blood contained in it.
This is the top supplement. Although a large number of mild herbs are added to reduce the potency, it is still essentially a tonic.
There is a strange feeling under the nose, and warm liquid flows downward.
Chen Xing raised the back of his hand and wiped it. The back of his hand was red - he had a nosebleed.
Too filling.
Chen Xing turned back to the public toilet on the first floor of the hotel, took out two pieces of toilet paper, and washed his face with cold water.
He raised his head and looked at himself in the mirror.
Cheeks and neck are all red.
The back of my hand is also turning red, like a cooked prawn.
Chen Xing waited for a while, and after the strangeness in his body subsided, he walked out of the bathroom and took a taxi directly to the city museum.
Sitting in the car, Chen Xing rubbed his eyebrows. It seemed that he would not be so willful next time.
This kind of thing cannot be eaten randomly.
*
Flor City Museum.
There are several promotional poster boards erected outside the main entrance of the museum.
"World Touring Exhibition of Ancient Murals - Foluo Station."
There are photos of some murals on the poster board, and it can be seen that the organizers have put a lot of effort into publicity.
Although it was afternoon, there was an endless stream of pedestrians in the museum.
Chen Xing also saw a TV reporter filming a video not far away.
Chen Xing took out his phone and looked at the time, 13:52.
There are still eight minutes left before the appointed time.
Chen Xing was a little bored, so he just waited here.
"Chen Xing? Are you here to see the museum too?" On the other side of the museum, a girl and a young man were walking together. When they entered through the main entrance, they happened to see Chen Xing hiding at the door.
Deng Guang frowned and looked at Chen Xing without revealing any trace.
He felt that when he invited Wang Xueli to the museum yesterday, this guy happened to hear it, and he deliberately came to have a chance encounter today.
Otherwise, why would I be waiting at the main entrance of the museum?
It’s an old trick, Deng Guang acted like I’ve seen through you already.
Wang Xueli smiled sweetly and said, "Are you alone? Do you want to come together?"
"No, I'm also waiting for a friend here. You can go ahead." Chen Xing shook his head and declined.
Deng Guang couldn't help but laugh out loud.
What a person who wants to refuse but still welcomes.
"Is he Miss Tuoba's brother?" Not far away, a middle-aged man in a business suit and leather shoes walked over and said.
"That's right, I am. Are you Mr. Huang?" Chen Xing said.
"I'm Huang Hu, hahaha. My niece told me that you are very interested in these ancient antiques. I also have a batch of ancient murals in the warehouse. If you are interested later, you can feel it up close.
one time."
"Is this your friend?" Huang Hu asked in surprise when he saw Wang Xueli and Deng Guang standing next to him.
"My junior high school classmate." Chen Xing briefly introduced Wang Xueli.
Huang Hu had a clear mind and roughly understood the situation when he saw it.
After saying a few polite words, he took Chen Xing and left with him.
Watching Chen Xing's leaving figure, Wang Xueli felt a little confused. She felt that this middle-aged man in suits and leather shoes seemed a bit familiar.
Deng Guang's eyes were horrified. He recognized Huang Hu.
The last time his father took him to a cocktail party, Huang Hu seemed to have a high status. Even his father couldn't get close to him in the social circle, so he could only watch from afar.
After Chen Xing walked away, Deng Guang asked in a low voice: "Xueli, what does your classmate do at home?"
Wang Xueli shook her head, "I don't know either. I didn't care about this in junior high school."
Deng Guang felt uneasy and frowned, thinking whether Chen Xing was jealous or not, and would find an opportunity to ease the relationship later.
*
Follow Huang Hu to the warehouse at the back, where many ancient stone murals are piled up.
It seems that these murals are specially cut from the wall, with a layer of sponge and foam wrapped around the four corners and angular edges.
However, even if protection is installed, compared with the publicity posture, the protection of these murals seems a bit sloppy.
"I brought some extra murals, but there aren't enough booths here, so some of them can't be placed," Huang Hu explained.
Huang Hu poured a cup of tea for Chen Xing, "Little brother is also interested in murals?"
"Well, I'm very interested in antiques."
"Hahaha, then next time you come to Beihu City, you must come to my house. Apart from anything else, my antiques will never disappoint you." Huang Hu said with a smile.
Chen Xing said to Huang Hu, "Uncle Huang, can I touch these murals?"
"Okay." Huang Hu agreed generously.
Chen Xing squatted on the ground and looked at the mural in front of him.
The style of this painting is a bit warm, and on the surface it looks like a picture of some people living a happy life, an elegant pastoral house, chickens and dogs crowing, and slash-and-burn farming.
But Chen Xing noticed that in the corner of the mural, between the two cottages, a child leaning half against the wall, with half of his head exposed, poked his head out. The child's exposed upper body was naked.
Chen Xing stretched out his finger and gently tapped it on the mural. The cold stone slab did not bring any feedback.
Chen Xing continued to look at other murals.
These murals should have been cut out using technology.
The cut edges are neat and straight, and the stone slabs are basically five centimeters thick.
Chen Xing looked at the next mural, and the scene on the mural suddenly changed. It was a palace, and it seemed to be worshiping something.
The pictures among these murals are fragmented and incomplete.
"These murals are all tomb murals. They are generally used to record the life of the tomb owner, official experience, attendants, guards, if anyone has held military positions, and war scenes. There are some tomb murals of princes, and there are also some
The portrait of the Immortal, they believe that this will allow them to gain immortality after death."
Huang Hu sat on the sofa next to him and explained to Chen Xing.
Chen Xing suddenly realized.
He roughly understood.
After death, people are most afraid of being forgotten.
Therefore, some powerful people in ancient times would record their experiences and achievements on their epitaphs after their death. For those who were more luxurious, they would even use murals to draw their experiences on the walls of their tomb chambers.
Those who have tomb murals are generally either rich or noble.
"What's this?"
Chen Xing suddenly saw a special mural stone slab at the end. It was a stone slab, rather than a stone carving.
The stone carving is carved with Xuanwu, and there is a man riding on Xuanwu.
Chen Xing put his fingers on it.
The familiar cold current flows from the stone to the fingertips!