Chapter 280 Elixir

"This is..." Xun Xi suddenly opened his eyes wide.

"What a fuss." The medicine seller chuckled upon seeing this. The old man quickly explained: "The sound just now was preset by the owner of the ghost market."

"Every time the bet is established."

"The owner of the ghost market will come and announce that the gambling is in effect and is protected by the rules. However, we have always suspected that the real owner of the ghost market is dead. This is just the voice he reserved. Otherwise, we should not have stayed here for so long. I can’t even meet him once.”

"Master of Ghost Market."

Xun Xi paused, and was keenly aware that neither the old man nor the medicine seller heard the young voice that sounded after "the bet is established."

(So ​​this is just for me?)

Xun Xi thought in her heart: "If that young voice is a six-faced disciple, then the one who insists on money should refer to the fate broker. And the shameless one must refer to the desperate writer. I brought the future diary and the scale of responsiveness, It happens to be a token of the two of them."

——

There seems to be something going on.

After all, it sounds from the tone of the Six-faced Bodhisattva that he is not very friendly to the Destiny Broker and the Despair Writer, which is good news.

There's an opportunity!

Although in order to fight against desperate writers, he once introduced the destiny broker, but the destiny broker is a money-hungry person who will not let go of the rabbit before he sees it. In contrast, Six-faced Bodhisattva is different. At least He would certainly be interested in the "game" between himself and the desperate writer.

But until then.

(I must first show my value and let the six-faced disciple see it, so that I can communicate with him and find a way to break the situation.)

Thinking of this, Xun Xi immediately looked at the medicine seller.

"Give me the medicine."

Xun Xi, the rickety figure selling medicine, took the five packets of medicine tied with oily paper in his hand, and the other party pretended to be kind and explained to him:

"This is my masterpiece."

"I call him the separation of jade, the death of jade and the separation of yin and yang."

"The five packets of medicine are taken step by step. They are specially prepared for those who have become extraordinary people, but are troubled by the loss of supernatural powers and want to be ordinary people again."

"It's amazing." Xun Xi praised sincerely: "To make ghosts, use ghosts. How many years have you stayed in this ghost market?"

"Seventy years."

The attitude of selling medicine is very modest: "It's not a great thing. After all, the fact that this medicine can be produced is not due to me alone. I wonder if you know Zhou Zhiyuan? He and I developed this medicine together. It’s a pity that I’m stuck here before the samples come out.”

".ah?"

Seventy years ago, Xun Xi did a little mental calculation and immediately understood that it was the war-torn era in Yanzhou, and it happened to be the era when Zhou Zhiyuan was leading the way.

"Uncle Master~!"

The next second, Xun Xi's eyes rolled, and then she grabbed the hand that sold the medicine, and said excitedly: "I finally see you again! I didn't expect that the master has been our best friend for so many years. It turns out it’s you! To tell you the truth, I am Zhou Zhiyuan’s apprentice!”

".What?"

The medicine seller was shocked when he heard this, and immediately looked at Xun Xi with a look of disbelief: "Are you Zhou Zhiyuan's apprentice? Did you really not lie to me?"

"of course not!"

Xun Xi ignited the fire of memory in his eyes, and said with emotion: "Uncle Master! We are really destined to come thousands of miles to meet you. Master told me to come to you before leaving. I have gone through all the hard work, but the result is nothing. The clues turned out to be unintentional, and finally I found you!"

"Zhou Zhiyuan asked you to find me?"

When the medicine seller heard this, he was even more shocked: "It was that bastard who won my invitation back then. How dare he let you come to me?"

Xun Xi: ".?"

"I see!"

The medicine seller became more and more angry as he spoke, and his eyes became increasingly fierce: "Are you trying to eradicate the roots? I had already looked away after so many years. But I didn't expect that Zhou Zhiyuan hadn't looked away yet, and even asked his apprentice to kill them all. Absolutely! In this case, I will fight with you today."

"Ahem!"

Before he finished talking about selling medicine, Xun Xi decisively put away the fire of memory: "You misunderstood. In fact, I'm not very familiar with that old guy Zhou Zhiyuan."

"I stole this fire of memory."

"So strictly speaking, that old guy's evil deeds are punished, so I am avenging you."

".What?"

Xun Xi's sudden change of attitude made the medicine seller somewhat unresponsive, and said subconsciously: "Did you snatch it? Zhou Zhiyuan and I snatched this fire of memory! What was originally placed in that supernatural brazier was memory. It’s just that the fire was taken away by us.”

Good guy.

Is this old guy so aggressive? Seeing this, Xun Xi looked at the medicine seller, and then continued: "In any case, Zhou Zhiyuan is dead."

"And I killed him. If you don't believe it, I can show you my memory."

"He died a tragic death."

"Hmph." Hearing this, the medicine seller seemed to feel resentful and regretful. He whispered: "I had expected that he would die miserably."

"I dare to set up a gambling bureau in the ghost market."

"He also brought desperate writers into the game, hoping to recreate the miracle of the old man of the Luo family."

"Even if he wins, can a desperate writer give up?"

"If he doesn't die, who will die?"

The words about selling medicine solved a doubt that Xun Xi had long had in mind: the future diary was the trophy that Zhou Zhiyuan received from the desperate writer. However, under normal circumstances, how could a desperate writer bet against Zhou Zhiyuan? At that time, he suspected that there was something hidden.

Now it is indeed so.

Zhou Zhiyuan has also been to this ghost market, and may even have gone deeper and directly contacted the six-faced masters, and then made a bet with the desperate writer.

"Afterlife."

At the same time, the drug seller spoke again: "You don't have to get close to me. The gambling has already begun, and no one can stop it."

"Take the medicine quickly."

"Just eat." Xun Xi didn't panic when he saw this. He opened the medicine bag and saw a pile of ashes-shaped medicine powder inside. Xun Xi raised his head, raised the medicine packet and drank it in one gulp, then opened the medicine packet one after another and swallowed all the medicine directly.

Immediately afterwards——

"Pfft."

A figure as red as flame suddenly popped out of Xun Xi's body, but it was Si Nian wearing a red wedding dress and a red hijab.

"Hiss?"

"Aha!"

The medicine seller laughed loudly when he saw this: "It's stripped out! This medicine of mine can forcefully separate the supernatural being from the human being and cut off the supernatural connection between you."

"I won"

Before he finished talking about selling medicine, Si Nian, who had just come out, floated back to Xun Xi, hugged him with both hands, and integrated into his body again.

".???"

"It seems that I am more skilled." Compared to the shocked medicine seller, Xun Xi's expression seemed much calmer. After all, he had never had the slightest doubt about the connection between himself and Si Nian. Not even death could separate them, let alone a mere pack of medicine.

"I'm willing to admit defeat, just tell me."

Xun Xi looked at the medicine seller and said word by word: "What medicine did that wandering Taoist Xu Junfang get from you? What is your relationship with him?"

".Tsk."

The medicine seller smacked his lips when he heard the words, then closed his eyes and felt for a moment, and said helplessly: "Xu Junfang asked me to make the medicine. He claimed that it was called the elixir of life. He provided the prescription and materials. After the medicine was made, he I left because I was the one who lost the bet, so naturally there was no reward.”

"but."

Having said this, the medicine seller suddenly grinned: "When I made it, I also studied the prescription for a long time, and even made a copy afterwards."

The elixir is not the elixir of death?

"Where's the medicine?" Xun Xi asked again.

"I lost." Hearing this, the medicine seller pursed his lips toward the end of the street: "I lost to the coffin maker at the end. That guy was older than me and relied on the coffins he made to survive. He was already dying. Well, I gave him a breath of fresh air. Unfortunately, I only made one copy."

"After all, raw materials are so rare."

"Rare?" Xun Xi asked curiously: "What are the raw materials?"

"You want to know?"

The medicine seller smiled sinisterly when he heard this: "It's actually very simple. It is transformed from a human being, but it continues to grow until it reaches the supernatural existence of fire."

for example--

(Si Nian.)

Xun Xi felt that she already had the answer to why the wandering Taoist priest caused the incident in the haunted house and made Si Nian become like this.