Under the guidance of Zhu Dachang, the old man walked into a courtyard filled with the aroma of wine. There were thirty drunken middle-aged men in their thirties and forties, with strong builds.
The old man walked among the crowd, as if appreciating a fat pig waiting to be slaughtered, and looked at the drunken man lying on the ground with satisfaction.
When Zhu Dachang saw the old man walking into the middle of the crowd, his eyes flashed with fierceness, and he said sternly: "Do it!"
The drunk people on the ground immediately stood up with knives and rushed towards the old man in the crowd.
The old man smiled and shook his head indifferently and said: "Even you, an acquired martial artist, are not my enemy, so you still arrange such a drama. How stupid!"
The old man waved his hand, and the gray fog rose up at some point. All the people who were besieging him moved in slow motion, and finally became completely still like statues.
Zhu Dachang had never seen such a method before, and couldn't help but slumped to the ground.
"Is this a witchcraft? Are you a Gu Master?!"
After he exclaimed, he found that he was not affected. However, after guessing that the other party was a Gu Master, he was frightened and did not dare to make any more moves.
All thirty warriors were frozen in an instant. The witchcraft was really terrifying.
"You just know? Sure enough, you martial artists are all brainless idiots!"
The old man glanced at Zhu Dachang who was lying on the ground with disdain, and stopped looking at him. He looked at the thirty people standing motionless with satisfaction, and with a wave of his hand, drops of black liquid flew accurately into their mouths.
As the black liquid fell into their mouths, their bodies began to tremble uncontrollably, with painful expressions on their faces. However, no one made a sound, like a silent puppet show.
When their bodies stopped shaking, the painful expressions on their faces disappeared, their eyes became dull, and only the numb and stiff expression that only appears after death was left on their faces.
"They are all dead?!" Zhu Dachang covered his mouth and shouted in horror.
The old man admired his work with great satisfaction. Perhaps because he was in a good mood, he did not blame Zhu Dachang for his gaffe, but answered his words.
"They are not dead, but they are almost dead. They have lost control of their bodies and only have the instinct to follow my orders. And..."
The old man turned his head, looked at Zhu Dachang, and said with a smile: "I am the secret medicine of our Southern Barbarians. For this secret medicine, I traveled thousands of miles across the swamp and prepared it for nearly ten years before refining it. By the way, you know
Blood elixir?"
Zhu Dachang shook his head in horror.
The old man shook his head in disappointment and sighed: "You are from a small place like Bian County, but you don't even know about blood pills. What about the demon warriors? You always know this, right?"
"I know, I know!" The old man nodded with satisfaction and said: "The demonic warrior is transformed after taking the blood pill."
The old man slowly walked towards him and said slowly: "You may not know, but in fact, this blood pill is from the same origin as my secret medicine. Speaking of it, it can be regarded as the predecessor of the blood pill. The blood pill is the flavor of this medicine."
It was developed based on the secret medicine and combined with your method of alchemy and martial arts."
The old man walked up to Zhu Dachang, looked down at Zhu Dachang, and said with a smile: "You know the function of the blood pill, right? After taking it, the strength of the warrior can be increased by a large level. My secret medicine also has the same effect.
Moreover, the effect is stronger, and their strength will at least increase to the acquired perfection. For those with extraordinary talents, their strength may even increase to the innate state."
"However, its side effects are very serious. The reason why they have increased so much strength is that they are consuming their vitality. The more they use force, the less time they have to survive. Even if they can survive to the end, thirty of them
It’s impossible to live until dawn.”
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"In addition, although they have memories, they do not have their own minds and can only become puppets who obey orders."
"Do you think they are the most perfect dead warriors? This secret medicine has a name in your Central Plains because of the magic blood pill. It is called magic medicine, and those who take the magic medicine are called
Death for potions."
"Isn't it very vivid? Haha..."
Seeing the old man throwing his head up and laughing unprepared, Zhu Dachang's eyes once again flashed with a fierce look, his martial arts aura was instantly activated, and he slashed at the old man with a knife.
A figure suddenly appeared in front of the old man and blocked his knife with the same sword technique.
Zhu Dachang looked at the person who was blocking him and exclaimed: "Brother Cheng? You..."
Seeing Brother Cheng's Mengran expression, and thinking about the old man's words just now, he suddenly understood something.
"You..." Before he could finish speaking, the words just started. A knife was inserted into his heart from behind him, and the tip of the knife came out from in front of him. Zhu Dachang turned to look at the other brother and spit out
Xue, using up his last strength, said: "I'm sorry, it's me, even... tired..."
Before he could say the word "you", Zhu Dachang vomited out a large mouthful of blood, twisted his neck, and died.
The old man looked at Zhu Dachang's body, shook his head, and said: "Why bother? Isn't it good to be alive? As long as you don't have any evil thoughts, how can I kill you? Alas, it is just as the master said, this warrior from the Central Plains
, all of them are ignorant white-eyed wolves, you can’t have any illusions about them!”
The old man didn't know what he thought of, and with a ferocious expression on his face, he shouted in a low voice: "All the people from the Central Plains deserve to die! All deserve to die!"
It took the old man a while to calm down, and his face regained its indifferent expression. Looking at the dark night under the dim moonlight, he smiled and said: "Very good, God help me!"
The moon is high, the wind is dark and the night is murderous.
While the old man was talking, thirty potion dead soldiers stood uniformly in front of the old man.
The old man looked at the seven people at the front and was very satisfied: "Sure enough, the martial arts disciples who chose to practice the "Wild Boar Kung Fu", which focuses on increasing their physical fitness, have very good results in refining the magic potion. Seven of the thirty people have reached the initial level.
Enter innate strength."
The old man has an in-depth understanding of the Central Plains.
In a city like Qinglin County, even with the influence of the imperial court, the number of innate masters is very small.
Seven innate-level potion warriors can theoretically sweep across the entire Qinglin County.
According to the old man's wishes, the potion dead soldiers were automatically divided into three teams.
A team of ten people.
The number of people was evenly distributed, but the distribution of those who died with innate-level potions was not evenly distributed.
One team has six innate-level potion warriors, one team has only one innate-level potion warrior, and the remaining team does not have a single innate-level potion warrior.
"Tonight, I want Qinglin County to flow with blood to commemorate the 523 people of our clan who died in vain sixteen years ago!"
As the old man finished speaking, the three teams of magicians quietly walked out of the yard and disappeared into the night.