Chapter 136： : The pharmacist is determined to open the can

The pharmacist felt that he was facing some confusion.

He was originally an orphan.

Once again, he lost his memory and killed his adoptive mother.

That's why he delivered everything to Master Snake Ball because he had already lost his meaning.

But if the big snake ball is really dead...

He can only force himself not to think about it. "Adult." The pharmacist was very careful when facing the silence. "I want to buy a small amount of jars first to enhance my strength."

Da She Wan didn't know when to wake up.

Want to defend the foundation.

His current strength alone is not enough.

"Of course." Silence will not refuse. He lifted the scepter slightly.

A piece of information also directly poured into the mind of the pharmacist's pocket.

Regarding the price of the jar and the relevant rules of purchase.

It only took a short time for the pharmacist to digest and understand these rules.

"Adult, can the series be changed at will?" The pharmacist pocket keenly perceives the point.

"As an experiential first-level jar, you cannot buy it after you become a member. Second-level jars are not limited to series and numbers, but among the 490th to 500th jars, there is a certain probability that the nature of fate will appear. Items-that has a lot to do with the series you choose." Silent replied.

His rules for buying jars are actually not complicated.

Because the simpler it is, the less error-prone it is.

The reason why you don’t want to buy first-class jars is just to restrict the widespread circulation of cheap foreign goods.

The pharmacist pursed his lower lip, looked at the silence, and said respectfully, "Adult, my advantage lies in analytical skills and good at calculation. I don't know if there is a series suitable for me?"

Like most smart people, he chose to let Silence introduce the series.

After all, he did not know the characteristics of each series.

Let the silent recommendation be the best option.

"Are you good at analysis?" He looked at him silently and seemed to nod his head. "Then Alchemy series, this one is for you."

Although the tone of speech is very plain, the pharmacist feels that he is thoroughly seen at this moment.

The other person's eyes.

It's as if one's own thoughts, personality, fate, and even the past are mastered.

The pharmacist tried to suppress his panic and asked: "What kind of series is this alchemy?"

He buys jars now, not for himself.

So I want to analyze what is suitable for the next move.

"Alchemy is a series of using knowledge to create items." Silent looked at the pharmacist's pocket. "It is widespread in many worlds, but most alchemy follows three processes-understanding, decomposing, and then constitute."

The alchemy series mentioned in silence is not a single world alchemy.

To be precise, it is a summary.

He united many systems of alchemy and set up this series of jars.

And contains several more detailed occupations.

now.

Seeing the pharmacist's pocket was a little dazed, he stretched out his hand in silence.

"Be a simple demonstration." He has some inexplicable smiles on his face. "In the alchemy of a certain profession, life is regarded as the combination of the body, soul, and spirit. First, the body contains There are many trace elements, but they can all be drawn from nature."

After the words fell.

Above the palm.

Gradually a small whirlwind was blown, and there seemed to be some convergence in the air, and gradually, some white objects were formed.

The pharmacist saw it.

At that time a skeleton of birds!

His eyes were wide open, and he even approached involuntarily, wanting to see what this power was all about.

And soon.

Behind the skeleton are cells, blood, muscles, organs...

The body of a beautiful bird with yellow feathers, just in front of his eyes, constituted a little bit!

"Is this..." The body of the pharmacist's pocket trembled slightly, and he did not dare to blink.

He can already imagine what will happen next.

But is that true?

Create life out of thin air?

"Then the soul." Silence said again.

The pharmacist opened his eyes wide, and then he saw a faint mist swirling above the bird.

Gradually formed a mass of invisible matter.

That is, the composition of the soul!

The matter submerged in the bird's body, which seemed to start moving, but it was only unconscious.

"Finally, spirit." The silent voice fell.

After a ray of light appeared and disappeared again, the little bird seemed to be completely alive.

He fluttered his wings very flexibly, and then flew up, but it seemed to be limited by invisible forces. He could not fly out of the silent palm, and then made some panic chirping.

"Creating a new life..."

The pharmacist had already murmured at the live bird, and he didn't even know what to express his emotions.

What did he see?

A life, a fresh, soul-bearing life, is thus created from this palm in a way that violates the rules of nature, little by little!

"This is high-level alchemy." Silent reached out, and the pharmacist quickly caught the bird.

Feeling the strength of struggling in the palm of his hand He was very confident to understand that this is real life.

Create life out of the world out of thin air.

Alchemy, can even this kind of thing be done?

There was confusion in the mind of the pharmacist's pocket.

At this moment, he even thought of the origin of life, the truth of the world, the will of mankind, the truth of self...

Various questions emerged from his mind.

Ethics, truth, world...

For a person like him who is used to analysis, dialectics, and thinking, facing such a miracle-like field is like using an old-fashioned computer to calculate natural weather, which is completely beyond his ability.

"It is a species that does not belong to any world." Silence just said calmly, "I didn't give it the meaning of survival in the world, and the way of survival, so I only gave it an hour of life."

"One hour......"

There was a buzz in the pharmacist's head.

All thoughts came apart.

Looking at the little yellow bird in his hand, it seemed to be a little tired, gasping slightly, turning his head to look at him angrily, and pricked his hand with a pointed mouth.

"Without being given the meaning of survival, and the way of survival, I can only wait for death..." The pharmacist lowered his gaze with a slightly self-deprecating smile in his mouth, and then suddenly raised his head.

"Adult!" He looked at the silence with pleading eyes, "Can I plead for your mercy and give it normal life? It only needs to be similar to the rest of the birds, and I can pay for it."

At this moment, what he thought was no longer this incredible power. He was struggling from this little bird that was constantly struggling to escape.

Seeing his own shadow.