Chapter 64 Graphite Potion and Third Brother (Please Read and Vote)

Just when Lu Hewo was practicing in the mountains.

A team leader of the Assistant Association called him and said that the material he was looking for was found in his third brother.

Lu He was surprised that he could actually find it.

The way this material is generated is extremely special and cruel. It must be fully dead and half alive, and it must die in extreme pain and despair.

But when you think about it, it's not surprising that you found it from your third brother. Usually there are only things you can't think of, and there's nothing they can't do.

Nowadays, the effect of the Deep Sea Hymn Potion is gradually weakening, and the effect is not as good as before. Lu He has not found any other suitable potion in the Eyes of Heritage.

Ordinary low-level potions have no effect on high-level apprentices. In addition, the difference between the earth and the wizarding world is too great, and there are very few materials that can be found.

He didn't dare to develop new medicines by himself. If he didn't reach a certain level and didn't have suitable test materials, he would bury himself in the ground if he messed around.

After a few explanations on the phone, Lu He hung up. Lu He packed up his things and prepared to rush over immediately. This material was time-limited and could not be delayed.

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The next evening.

At the Colombo Airport in Ceylon, Lu He walked out of the airport gate with a gloomy look on his face and got into the car that had been waiting at the door for a long time.

For some reasons, he needed to transit in Ceylon and then fly from Ceylon to Bollywood.

"President, everything is ready. We can get to Bollywood early this morning, and then take a car to the hospital where the target is located. We should be able to arrive early tomorrow morning." Murakami sat in the passenger seat and turned around and whispered to Lu He .

"Is this the fastest route?"

"Yes."

"It's just that, President, you don't have a visa or passport. Time is too urgent. We haven't settled it at the airport yet..."

"Don't worry, just lead the way."

Then, when it was time to board the plane, Murakami watched as the president blatantly handed a blank piece of paper to the airport staff, and then swaggered into the waiting room.

After boarding the plane, he naturally walked into the business class, and within a few seconds, three people walked out and sat in the economy class without any complaints under the arrangement of the flight attendant.

When they were about to get off the plane, the stewardess came over to remind them and sent them to the airport exit.

Simply outrageous.

The whole process was smooth and harmonious. The only surprise was that the flight attendant was too dark and old.

After leaving the airport, three cars were already arranged.

"President, please take a rest first. I will call you when you arrive."

In the car, Lu He didn't rest and looked at the Bollywood night scene outside the window with interest.

After looking at it for a while, I lost interest. Some places still have high-rise buildings and have shadows of international metropolises, but most places are not much different from Changyang County.

And as the trip continued, the surroundings became increasingly dirty and messy, and people sleeping on the streets were seen from time to time.

At five o'clock in the morning, it was already slightly bright, and everyone arrived at their destination, a very remote public hospital.

The hospital is small in size, similar to rural hospitals in Huaguo.

Just after entering the inpatient department, Lu He frowned.

There are walls on both sides of the corridor that look like they have been gnawed by wild dogs. The door is covered with black mud and mold. The ceiling above the head is falling off and ashes. There is a sour smell in the air. There are also many dead cockroaches and cockroaches in the corners. Flies and so on.

To say this is a toilet is an understatement.

Murakami led everyone to the room at the end of the corridor. There were two assistants sitting on stools at the door, standing guard when they saw everyone approaching and quickly stood up and bowed.

"President, it's in here."

"You guys stand guard at the door and don't let anyone in."

After speaking, Lu He pushed open the moldy black wooden door and walked in with a squeaking sound.

The room was dim, with only the faint morning light leaking in from the small window.

On the right side of the door is an iron shelf with infusion tubes, medicine bottles and other medical supplies cluttered on the shelf.

In the corner of the room was an old hospital bed, with a stiff corpse of a woman lying on the bed. The woman's face was distorted, her face muscles were piled up, and she had a faint, weird smile.

…

after an hour.

Lu He opened the door and walked out, holding a glass bottle filled with black mucus in his hand.

"President." Several village cultivators who were guarding the door quickly came over.

"Leave her alone and bury her properly." After saying this, Lu He walked out of the hospital.

At this time, the orange-red morning glow appeared in the sky outside, and the morning bells came from the towering pagoda not far away.

On the deserted street, old black cows walked leisurely, and Buddhist believers in twos and threes wearing red monk robes clasped their hands on their chests and walked in the same direction with pious expressions on their faces.

Lu He sighed slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

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Three days later.

Bollywood's southern town, Alibaug.

In the early morning, inside a beachfront villa, a two-story luxury living room is bathed in the rising sun. A group of white sofas and a striking petrified wood table are in the middle. Modern and traditional silhouettes of artwork are placed on the walls.

Lu He had just finished his meditation and was leaning on the sofa in his white pajamas, rehearsing the refining process of graphite potion over and over in his mind.

"President, your breakfast."

Outside the door, a unique voice in English interrupted his thoughts.

An Indian girl wearing a red corset and low-cut dress came in carrying fried dough sticks, steamed buns and milk. She leaned over and placed them on the table in front of Lu He. The girl's facial features were three-dimensional and beautiful, and she had the appearance of a Caucasian. She has a devilish figure and the beautiful outlines unique to the Aryan race.

Lu He raised his head and was attracted by the round and tall top of his head for a moment. It was mainly because he had rarely seen such exotic style before. He nodded slightly and motioned her to go out.

This villa belongs to Rajan, a Bollywood tycoon and the boss of the Yakuza organization. Just now, it was his youngest daughter Disha Patani.

Just three nights ago, Cun Xiu took him to visit this family.

Then they are all Lu He's subordinates now, and Rajan has become the director of the Bharata branch of Lu He's scholarship society.

Patani noticed the president's gesture, and a clear expression of disappointment appeared on his face. He bent his legs slightly, put his hands together, saluted Lu He, and then quietly left.

After breakfast, Lu He entered the temporary laboratory prepared for him by Minister Rajan.

The laboratory is relatively simple, just a large empty room with a rectangular laboratory table in the middle, which is filled with some bottles and jars.

Lu He picked up a glass bottle filled with black powder, pulled off the cork on it, and sniffed it with his nose. It was a faint smell of sour beans.

He nodded slightly, feeling that it was almost done, and took down a large beaker on the shelf and clamped it with a fixed iron frame.

He poured nearly a quarter of the black powder into the beaker, and then took out a test tube with a light red liquid in it and poured some into it.

He chanted a few times in a low voice, and the pale flame burned in the beaker. The powder and the liquid gradually merged into one, forming a black viscous substance.

Ten minutes passed.

The black viscous substance became thinner and slowly flowed, but there was no sign of boiling.

After another ten minutes, Lu He added a spoonful of blue powder to it with a solemn expression until the liquid in the beaker turned green.

"Whether it will succeed depends on this step."

Lu He murmured to himself. The black powder was the stuff in the stomachs of the women in the hospital, and the red liquid was the active particles of the dark system that he had spent two days condensing.

The blue powder was made of the honeycomb of the unique scavenging bees, also known as human-faced bees, on the banks of the Ganges.

The only thing he was not sure about was whether the blue powder was useful, because in the wizard world, it was called Night Hive, a nest built by bees that feed on human carrion.

Half an hour later, just when Lu He thought he had failed, wisps of green smoke rose from the beaker.

The smoke gradually expanded, forming a blurry little face that looked like a human or a bee in the air.

Lu He was delighted, and stretched out his index finger to touch the forehead of the little face, and a faint ripple spread out immediately.

Huh...

The little face made a slight breathing sound, and the mouth under the face suddenly opened, and a little baby girl crawled out from it. The baby girl's skin was wrinkled, as if she had been soaked in water for a long time.

The baby girl cried silently to Lu He, opened her little hands, and staggered towards him.

Lu He frowned, drew talismans in the air with both hands, and his fingers were heavy, while muttering to himself.

Soon, two black rune chains appeared out of thin air, connecting the liquid in the beaker with the baby girl's feet. Driven by magic, they pulled her back little by little.

The baby girl instantly became irritable and ferocious. She stretched out her little hands and tried to grab Lu He, but it was useless. Finally, she disappeared in the liquid with a shrill wail.

At the moment the baby girl disappeared, the whole cup of solution quickly turned into a deep black.

Lu He looked at the beaker with flickering eyes. After a while, he looked around and found that the little gray mouse was not there.

So he took out the mobile phone in his pocket and called Patani to arrange a third brother to come.

Half an hour later, another third brother was called.

An hour later, two third brothers were called.

Finally, Lu He was very calm, but he hesitated for a few seconds when he thought of the materials.

Then he slapped himself hard, gritted his teeth, closed his five senses, and poured it all in one breath.

...

A week later.

Early morning, bedroom.

On the soft white bed, Lu He gently moved away the plump thighs that were straddling him, got up and went to the bathroom to wash his body, then went to the balcony in his pajamas to start meditating.

An hour later, the meditation ended, his eyes suddenly opened, and a gleam of light flashed in the air, as if electricity was generated in the void.

This was the result of a sudden surge in mental power and the inability to control it well.

He glanced at the panel, and his mental power increased a little, now reaching 33 points.

Lu He was very satisfied with the effect of the graphite potion, just one bottle brought him a two-point increase.

"It's a pity that the main material can only be refined for a maximum of three bottles, and if the success rate is considered, it may be less."

Lu He didn't think about artificially manufacturing the main material. Not to mention whether it could succeed, the main process was too cruel. Although he was a wizard, he still had a little humanity.

At this time, the phone rang, it was Liang Xiang calling.

"Is it built? Yes, good!"

"Qing Si died? Yes, it's okay, let him die."

Lu He was very happy that his beggar version of the wizard tower was finally built, and he didn't care about anything else.

In fact, it cannot be called a tower. Apprentices are not qualified to build a wizard tower. Even wizards below level 4 are not qualified to build one. Even if they build one, no one will recognize it.

Because the wizard tower is not just three words, but also a manifestation of the wizard's strength.

It's just that on Earth, he can call it whatever he wants, and no one dares to object.

"Well, you protect the base first, I'm busy, and I'll come in two days."

Lu He plans to go to the redwood base after refining the remaining graphite potion.

"President..."

Patani, who had just woken up and was still in a daze, came to his side and whispered in his ear.

"President? What are you busy with???"

Lu He: ...

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