Chapter 347 Potion

Faroza let go of the kitten in her hand.

It was the best-looking silver shade she had ever seen, exactly like Mecca's avatar.

"Miwu!" It was very uncomfortable with its current situation, and ran away in a hurry, leaving a little blood on the beach. Several soldiers chased desperately to prevent it from interfering with Noriko Honma's safety.

Farosa watched all this coldly.

Like a witch who is afraid of being exposed, she wears a dark brown linen cloak, covering half of her face, leaving only a pair of slender and mysterious eyes.

According to her instructions, all the things she asked for have been prepared in the house, all made by Xisheng, covered with the word Xisheng in pale golden cursive calligraphy, which has a special charm.

Ignoring all the noise outside, she took off her veil and put on makeup in front of the mirror. Those extravagant cosmetics made her face look brand new, her body exuded a coveted fragrance, and the face in the mirror was also peerless and glamorous.

This is the object that suits her, because Faroza provides the most wonderful services in the world today: resurrection from the dead, immortality, and eternal life. These are priceless treasures.

However, Falosa needs not only money, but also strength and wisdom. She hopes that she will be the only extraordinary person left in the world, so that she can control this extraordinary power alone.

But it will take a long time to achieve that goal.

The ambition has swelled to a mess, Faroza walked out step by step.

She stepped on the beach with bare feet. This is the world's first man-made beach. All the gravel is by no means natural, but made of smooth and delicate micro-beads. There is no risk of slipping and slipping, and it is perfect and safe.

Even the tide is limited by the machine, but it is difficult to breathe hundreds of meters away, being expelled by breakwaters, barriers and tide shielding machines.

She was stepping on the future, Faroza looked down at her toes. It is their honor.

"Is there anything else you need?" Honma Noriko sat in the life support device and spoke through a translucent partition. The advanced sampling equipment made her voice undistorted, as if she was standing beside Farosa.

"I don't need anything else," Faroza said, "but you have done a lot of preparation."

"...It's all necessary..." Honma Noriko whispered.

"You sent me a cat," Faroza said.

"Yezi made a mistake." Noriko Honma looked at Farosa, "Or what do you know."

"The cat scratched me."

"Need medical attention?"

"I'm not going to be tested," Faroza said.

Noriko Honma is sitting on a white medical chair, with 32 white tubes inserted into her body, connected to highly sophisticated health monitoring equipment, recording the real-time status of each organ in her body, red and blue numbers repeatedly beating, It symbolizes her extremely unbalanced physical condition at this time.

Farosha saw that Noriko Honma stopped talking because Fumihiko Yanagawa was not there. She looked around and set up a cordon outside the agreed place. Hundreds of guns were aimed at her body. Once Noriko Honma encountered Unexpectedly, or any orders issued by Noriko Honma and Fumihiko Yanagawa, Farosha will die.

They only allowed Farosa to come alone, reducing the risk to a minimum.

She observed the medical fort built by Noriko Honma. It was such a solid facility. Even if the people outside were slaughtered, it would be impossible to use violence to open the medical cabin. Noriko Honma sat in the safest place in the world. The place.

Yanagawa Fumihiko came back on foot.

"Where's the cat?" Honma Noriko asked.

"Harmless treatment." Yanagawa Fumihiko said, "There are still leaves, so they are locked up."

"..." Noriko Honma closed her eyes, waiting for the ceremony to arrive.

The wind blows.

A seagull was silently sniped and died on the sea 2 kilometers away.

Faroza sat at the door of the cottage, waiting patiently. It was not the first time she had faced such a severe and critical situation. The last time she faced the god himself, a god of boundless power and wisdom.

But at that time, she had a god-killing weapon in her hand.

Now she has very few things, except for the star spar, everything is a harmless product provided by Xisheng. The only thing she can trust is Sanae Sanae hanging from her waist, which she hides in a leather water bag. The inspectors did not ask Faroza to take a sip.

The time has come.

As the sun pierced through the clouds, Faroza turned to the ceremonial table.

Fumihiko Yanagawa prepared all the props required by Farosha, 1 ritual knife, 1 star spar, 3 plantain plants, 3 yarrow plants, 1 pair of griffin beaks, 1 rare dragon scale, and Other fairly high-quality grinding and extraction tools are all high-end industrial products, and their precision and efficiency are far better than those of ancient hand rubbing.

"You used to drink so many spices," Faroza said while looking at Noriko Honma in the medical cabin, "they made your bloodline more...durable and long-lived. When the ceremony is successful, you will Another 100 years of life."

"Is the success rate high?"

"I've read the stories of the queens," Farosa said. "They did such things in ancient times. I know what the reaction will be. You just have to listen to me."

"Whatever you want, I'll give it to you." Honma Noriko said softly.

"Thank you," Faroza said, "I actually like you very much. You have penetrated the essence: everything we do is to pursue longevity and long-term vision."

"I could have accepted death comfortably," Honma Noriko whispered, "but when I was middle-aged, a condemned prisoner once said to me: 'Actually, I don't envy the rich very much, because I know that they and I'm going to die as well'. I felt a strong desire at that time to correct this misconception."

"It's almost done," Faroza said.

She ground the herbs into powder and chanted miracles. Many different marks and traces appeared in the air, and the potion would be prepared soon.

Honma Noriko closed her eyes.

She uses a secret technology, the machine behind her is enough to read her brain waves and convert them into words.

"Qiyin told me that the liar Mika is dead, so we can't meet him on the beach at all." She texted Yanagawa Fumihiko.

"Yes. It's the same now. We met an ordinary cat." Fumihiko Yanagawa admitted, "It was sent by Ye Zi. Her role in these things is very puzzling, my dear lady."

"Seven seals only recognize us as members when the 'Xisheng' is a united body," Honma Noriko said. "They will expel those who are not qualified at any time."

"Without you, it is only a matter of time before we fall behind from the Seven Seals. So I sincerely wish you a long life."

"If I encounter any accidents, or show signs of mental disorder and manipulation. Please burn Anjiu City to the ground."

"Yes." Yanagawa Fumihiko agreed.

Falosa finished assembling the potion.

"It's ready." She poured the extracted potion liquid into a glass bottle.

The sun shines through the cloud-patterned glass, and it's as enchanting as a dream, as if someone had bent and folded a corner of the universe into the quarter liter of liquid in the bottle.

"Okay?" Honma Noriko's voice trembled.

"You can come out and drink now." Faroza said calmly.

"I'm looking at you." Yanagawa Fumihiko said.

"I know." Faroza put her hands behind her back, facing the sea, watching the rising sun, leaving her back for any bullets and swords.

Once the glass hatch of the medical and sanitation facility is opened, Noriko Honma's lifespan will be counted down. She can't survive an hour or two in front of this despicable and crude outside world.

Noriko Honma glanced at Fumihiko Yanagawa, his body shook violently, then nodded slowly, walked to the life support device in person, pressed the safety button on the side, and entered the password.

The airtight device releases air, there is a lot of movement, and the glass hatch goes up.

Fumihiko Yanagawa gently helped Noriko Honma out of her medical chair. Noriko Honma just shook her head and walked out of the cabin door alone. The monitoring probe and medical covering peeled off her body, like a baby cutting off the umbilical cord.

She walked to the artificial beach, where the air had been cleaned as much as possible, and a translucent glass canopy was even built to maintain a low-bacteria environment as much as possible.

Life and death are at this moment.

Homma Noriko looked at the back of Farosa, so mysterious. The thousand-character occult manuscript she wrote convinced Honma Noriko, an ancient witch who came from thousands of years ago. The scramble was interrupted by Black Fire Revolution, and the trace was interrupted for a while, but now he is brave enough to walk in front of him and propose such a god-sent opportunity for himself.

So much money, so much manpower and material resources, must make it worthwhile.

She is the greatest investor that corporatism has ever seen.

Now she's investing in her future.

Noriko Honma picked up the potion and drank it down.