Chapter 283 Strange Liquid

The next thing he said was in a lowered voice, "Otherwise we have to run away tonight!"

Of course, He Chunhua on the side still heard it and covered his forehead.

Lingguang also knew that the matter was very important, so he jumped to the old cow.

The guy had green foam coming out of his mouth and his limbs were struggling. Ling Guang rolled his eyes and said, "The red thread in his eyes has gone away. It seems that after applying it twice, the effect of the medicine on it is obviously reduced. This is a good thing. Well, let's take some blood and take a look."

He Lingchuan couldn't help but curse.

"Very small" is a relative concept. The behavior of this mad cow just now was obviously that he was too high. If he drank a little more green juice, might he have to go to the Xunren Camp opposite to play?

If all three hundred cows were like this...

Um?

This idea seems great.

Just as the hornbill accepted Zhao Pan's instructions and flew to the leader of the barbarian bull to apologize, assure and comfort him, Lingguang used a hollow reed pipe to drain a little blood from the barbarian bull on the ground.

Probably only about two kilograms.

Then it started adding ingredients to the cow's blood, and the operation was as fierce as a tiger's. Including He Lingchuan, everyone else looked at it for a moment, their eyes almost unable to keep up with its hand speed.

The wild cattle came around and kicked their hooves angrily.

He Lingchuan even saw Ling Guang dip his finger into the prepared cow blood, put it into his mouth and taste it.

"Hey..." He rushed over and grabbed Ling Guang. If even Yao Yuan went crazy, he really didn't know how the situation in front of him would end.

Fortunately, Lingguang was reliable this time. He spent a few seconds sipping the taste, and then jumped up and down with joy: "Okay, okay, I tried it!"

The He family father and son and their men all breathed a long sigh of relief.

Then Lingguang began to prepare the medicine.

It shook so hard that half of the potion spilled out.

He Lingchuan glared: "Can you stop shaking?"

"No!" Lingguang's whole body was shaking, "I was also infected, and the medicine is too strong." It didn't follow its instinct to yell, rush into the jungle and throw branches at the crowd, it was already extremely restrained.

Zhao Pan's military doctor watched for a long time, then hurriedly stepped forward and said: "I'll do it."

Lingguang moved his mouth and he moved his hands. The two monkeys cooperated quite well.

Finally, the potion was finally prepared.

Under the glare of hundreds of pairs of bull eyes, the military doctor poured the potion into the bull on the ground.

After only a dozen breaths, Man Niu's manic energy was suppressed, he mooed several times, and his limbs stopped shaking.

The hornbill landed on its horns and simultaneously translated: "It's awake, no need to tie it up."

He Lingchuan removed the rope easily, and the bull climbed up with difficulty. He took two shaky steps, but still couldn't stand, and fell down again to catch his breath.

"Give it some time to recover." Lingguang motioned to the soldiers to bring a bucket of water and put it next to the bull. "It should be fine."

"Okay, okay, stop looking!" The generals came out at this time to disperse the crowd of onlookers.

The leader of the Manniu came over to check and made sure that his companion was fine, so he shook his head and led his men back to eat grass.

Zhao Pan also relaxed, looked at He Lingchuan and said: "Since you have redeemed your merits, I will not punish you for the sake of Lord He. From now on, you are not allowed to mess around in my military camp!"

He Lingchuan nodded quickly, and the medicine ape beside him also poured himself a potion.

The storm finally subsided.

He Chunhua scolded him for a few words, and finally patted He Lingchuan on the shoulder: "I just pushed you out and let General Zhao kill you at will. That's because I knew he would never do this."

Seeing that the eldest son curled his lips and looked very impatient, He Chunhua was not angry and left with Wu Shaoyi and others behind his back.

He Lingchuan looked at his back and felt that this father seemed quite happy and closer to him.

What are you happy about?

Are you happy that your son got into trouble? He Lingchuan is still the same He Lingchuan?

Speaking of which, since time traveling, the troubles and mistakes "He Lingchuan" has made have visibly decreased. Could it be that He Chunhua was used to this son in the past and felt uncomfortable when he saw him not causing trouble?

He Lingchuan shook off the strange thoughts in his mind and walked back to his tent with Lingguang in hand.

The rock wolf is already there. He got a torn leather belt from somewhere and is gnawing happily on it.

This guy had been hiding so well just now that he didn't even show up when the bull went on a rampage. He Lingchuan wanted to ask, what is the use of this wolf guard?

Lingguang lost all strength after taking the medicine and lay limply on the table.

"What's going on with Dong Rui's medicine?" He Lingchuan remembered the original topic. There has been such a big commotion, but there is still no answer.

Ling Guang also looked very tired, and almost only had the energy to speak:

"The main ingredient in Dong Rui's medicine should have been diluted and prepared."

He Lingchuan was stunned: "Has he already diluted it first?" Dong Rui diluted it once, and Lingguang diluted it a hundred times. After two hands, the phoenix tree was still able to grow wildly.

The wild cow just ate a little bit of sycamore leaf juice, and didn't even swallow a few leaves, and turned into a mad cow?

"Then how ferocious are the raw materials of this main medicine?"

"That should be..." Ling Guang paused at this point, "Although I can't give it a definite identity, based on my observation, it's probably a kind of blood."

"Blood?" He Lingchuan couldn't believe it, "Is this blood flowing from some kind of creature?"

"It doesn't have to be flowing out, it can also be extracted..." Ling Guang said weakly, "Yes, it should be blood. I guarantee it with my title of Alchemist for thirteen years."

"A little bit of blood, after multiple dilutions, still has such power?" He Lingchuan was puzzled, "Could it be an ancient mythical beast or a real immortal?"

"I don't know either, after all, I haven't tested the blood of a mythical beast." Lingguang shook his head, "But every biological body I used for the experiment has a rejection reaction to it. So the rabbit can grow three buttocks, and the bark of the sycamore tree has turned purple. These changes that violate the original characteristics are all because their bodies have been invaded and damaged, and the stress has caused mutations."

He Lingchuan's eyes moved slightly: "Just like the ghost ape and werewolf under Dong Rui, and the strange bird?"

The ghost ape can also grow a pair of eyes behind its head, and a pair of arms on its back, four eyes and four arms.

And that amazing defense.

As for the werewolf, it is not to mention that it has basically left the wolf form and transformed into a human form. This directly violates the normal law.

Lingguang thought for a moment and said, "Because the mutation was too intense, my test subjects couldn't stand it and died soon. To put it more deeply, it is highly toxic to most living things."

"So it may also be a toxin, right?"

Lingguang thought for a moment: "I still tend to think that this is a kind of blood, but it has too strong a catalytic effect on living things. Or conversely, the test subject is too weak."

"But the barbarian bull and you survived, which shows that the effectiveness can indeed decrease." He Lingchuan pondered, "Dong Rui may have already understood the secret, so that he can effectively control the changes of these demon puppets under his command, making them stronger instead of dead. Well, where did he get this thing from?"

This is probably the core secret of the demon puppet master, right?

"Give me a little more time." Lingguang blinked, "I think the drug can be optimized. Maybe the boss can use it in battle in the future."

"If you use this thing in battle, will you be like you afterwards?" As if he were a high-level paraplegic patient.

"...So we need to optimize it again." Lingguang said weakly, "I feel like I'm about to be boiled."

"Bring some water!" He Lingchuan shouted outside the tent naturally, "Mao Tao, bring some water..."

After shouting for a while, he suddenly reacted.

The rock wolf also raised his head and looked at him with a piercing look.

He Lingchuan was silent, and then Shan Youjun suddenly poked his head in and asked, "Boss, do you want some water?"

He went to pour some hot water, and He Lingchuan helped the monkey to feed it slowly.

Lingguang didn't know what to say.

After it finished drinking, He Lingchuan brought out another blanket to cover it, and whispered, "Go to sleep."

This was really a tough day.

He walked out of the tent and stretched, and when he looked up, he saw the sky full of stars.

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As soon as the window was opened, the cold air hit him in the face.

He Lingchuan poked his head out, and a handful of white snow fell from the treetops, hitting his forehead with a "pop".

"Huh, it's so cold."

Even the frozen soil on the front line of Xiazhou has melted, and the river is turbulent again, but it's still cold here. Just this one thing, he knew that he had returned to the Panlong dream.

I haven't dreamed for a few days. The air in the cold winter is always cold and clean, and it's chilly to breathe.

For some reason, every time He Lingchuan enters the dream, he feels particularly clear.

There is no mission today, he plans to practice hard. In reality, he has been marching for many days and his homework has fallen behind. He is also planning to go out and find a good knife for himself.

The last time he hunted a monster in the city, the skin of that thing was too hard, and the long knife he exchanged from Pengcheng Office was cut off. Until now, he has no weapon to use.

But his hand habitually touched his waist, and he was stunned.

Hey? Wait!

This texture?

He Lingchuan looked down and saw that it was a familiar handle and a familiar scabbard, a combination that he sees every day and every time in reality.

The precious sword Fu Sheng is worn on his waist.

He drew out the sword bit by bit, and the inner brilliance gradually bloomed.

It was indeed a floating life!

He was not dreaming, was he?

No, he was already in a dream.

He Lingchuan drew out the sword and made a knife flower in the air. Well, it was as easy to use as in reality.

The joy of telepathy was not diminished at all, and all the weapons used in dreams could not bring this feeling.

This big treasure suddenly followed him into the dream, because he had repaired the broken sword and renamed it? Or because he prayed last time, hoping to find a replacement weapon as soon as possible in the dream?

In any case, the most handy treasure also appeared, which was even more powerful for him.

He flicked the blade and asked the sword: "Do you know that I am in need of a good weapon?"

The sword answered with a long cry.

The cold wind whistled into the room, it was too cold. He Lingchuan was about to close the window when he suddenly heard a strange sound.

Click, click, click, it sounded three times in a row, as if someone had pressed a clicker.