The strongest drug god in the last days

Chapter 3 Magic Mechanism Potion System
Zhang Yue stood there blankly, as if endless information flooded into his mind in an instant, and his brain was a little swollen for a while.

It took a long time for Zhang Yue to realize what happened.

He actually got a magical system like the protagonist in the novel.

"God, the magical potion system?"

Zhang Yue forcibly suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, and tentatively shouted softly.

"The magic potion system, serving the host at any time!"

A mechanical voice sounded in Zhang Yue's ear.At the same time, a virtual interface immediately appeared in front of Zhang Yue.

The entire interface presents a smooth and white color, which looks quite refreshing and comfortable.

And at the top of the interface, there are three different buttons, each of which is written in correct lowercase letters, followed by Potion, Pill Stove and Heart Fire.

These are exactly the three plates mentioned by the mysterious voice before.

Now the buttons of Dan Furnace and Heart Fire are gray, as if they have not been turned on yet.Only the button of the medicine has a crystal luster.

"Potion?"

Zhang Yue's mind moved, and he said something to himself.

The cursor on the interface instantly moved to the top of the potion, and clicked lightly.

Countless potions of all kinds are presented on the screen.

There is a small logo under each potion, ranging from no-grade to first-grade and then to ninth-grade.

But most of these potions are also gray and cannot be opened, and the only icon that is lit is one.

"The pharmacy module will display the pharmacy formulas currently mastered by the host. At the same time, it can open up space to store the pharmacy that the host has already refined, as well as the materials that have not yet been refined."

"Currently, the number of potions mastered by the host is one."

The system seemed to know the confusion in Lin Yun's heart, and provided explanations for Zhang Yue, a beginner, in a very humane manner.

Zhang Yue smiled slightly, interested in this mysterious system, and asked in a low voice, "Then what should I do now?"

The system replied, "If the host wants to view the potion formula, he only needs to concentrate on the potion icon."

Zhang Yue nodded, and then consciously looked at the only lit icon.

The system's answer sounded immediately, without any delay.

"Suppressing magic potion, liquid, used for humans bitten by zombies. After taking it, it can kill the zombie virus immediately and interrupt the process of transforming humans into zombies."

"The formula, lipoxygenase extract, South American iguana toxin, and diclofenac sodium are blended in a certain proportion."

Zhang Yue hummed, it seems that he accidentally developed this magical anti-demon potion by accident.

It was also the effect of this demon-suppressing potion that allowed Zhang Yue to escape the fate of becoming a zombie.

The zombie virus is extremely overbearing, it almost seals the throat at the sight of blood, and the human being bitten by the zombie will die in a short time, and then the corpse will turn into a zombie.

In ordinary people's cognition, this process cannot be stopped at all, and human beings who are bitten can only wait to die.

The discovery of this demon-suppressing potion is simply a milestone masterpiece, and it might win this year's Nobel Prize!
Zhang Yue stood up excitedly, smug, but then he was discouraged, and sat down on the ground slumped, his face became extremely dignified.

What the hell does that Nobel Prize have to do with him?
Zombies can even break into a heavily guarded place like the Yancheng Super Laboratory, which is enough to show the seriousness of the situation.It is very likely that the situation has reached the point where it is difficult to deal with it.

The entire Yancheng, and even the entire world, are probably in a state of disquiet.When the world is in chaos, it's good to save your life. Who cares about the Nobel Prize?
Zhang Yue bit his lip slightly, frowned, stood up hastily, walked to the experiment table, picked up the radio on it, and skillfully turned on the switch.

The laboratory is a high-level secret institution, and contact with the outside world is strictly restricted. This radio is the only way for them to understand the outside world and get in touch with the outside world.

There was a meaningless rustling sound.

Zhang Yue remained motionless, his clenched hands filled with beads of sweat, staring intently at the radio that was struggling to operate.

Now he can only place his hopes on this old machine, and only when he knows the current situation of the outside world can he make the next decision.

Is the zombie crisis limited to a special case here in the laboratory, or is it a wave of apocalyptic catastrophe sweeping the whole world?
Elder sister, she shouldn't be in any danger, right?

Both Zhang Yue's parents died in a car accident, and his sister Zhang Yuan was his only relative in the world.The two siblings depend on each other for life, and their relationship is extremely deep.

He will never allow his sister to be hurt in the slightest!

The radio was still ringing hoarsely, but there was no human voice.

The singing and dancing in the past, international news, and cross talk sketches all disappeared without a trace, as if these stations had negotiated to stop broadcasting together.

How can this be?

The uneasiness in Zhang Yue's heart became more and more intense, and his brows became more and more wrinkled, tightly twisted into a knot.

Is there a problem with his radio, can't receive the signal?Or are these radio stations already paralyzed under the attack of zombies?

Regardless of the situation, it is an out-and-out bad situation for Zhang Yue now.

"Damn!"

Zhang Yue raised his hand angrily, punched the radio hard, and cursed, "If you don't make any more noise, I'll smash your old bone!"

The threat of exasperation echoed in the laboratory for a long time.

An intermittent human voice burst out suddenly, mixed with the rustling echo, and exploded in Zhang Yue's ear.

Zhang Yue's eyes widened suddenly, and then he jumped out without hesitation. He lay down in front of the radio, holding the radio tightly with both hands, and put his ears directly on the receiver of the radio.

The rustling sound made Zhang Yue's ears hurt, but Zhang Yue endured the severe discomfort and carefully captured every character that came out of it.

The speaker's voice is thick and steady like a mountain, which can give people a natural sense of security. He sounds like a high-ranking military official.

"Everyone, citizens, please pay attention. I am Zhong Shan, the deputy commander of the special forces reconnaissance company of the Beijing Military Region. Now I will insert an urgent message for all citizens."

Zhang Yue listened intently, without blinking his eyes, for fear of missing any useful information.

"There are a large number of people suffering from mental illness in the capital city, who will actively attack innocent citizens, and a large number of citizens have been attacked." "For the safety of the general public, please stay at home, close the doors and windows, and wait for the military Follow-up notification from the party.”

"The army will be dispatched as soon as possible, please believe in our confidence and determination to safeguard the safety of the people!"

At this point, the sound stopped abruptly, and the radio was left with a hollow, meaningless rustle.

"You guys are useless!"

Zhang Yue roared angrily, raised his head in despair, stretched out his hand and pushed hard, pushing down the radio and a pile of test tubes and flasks on the table.

The sound of crackling and cracking sounded like setting off firecrackers.

Zhang Yue straightened up and passed over the debris on the ground, his face was already full of determination.

(End of this chapter)