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It is hard to imagine that the "dirty stuff" refined from a person can fill up an alchemy room.

Gao Ming looked at the black matter that was still wriggling. Occasionally, crooked human faces and limbs flashed by among them. They could not speak and had no way to ask for help. They could only merge with more black matter.

"Even Lingguan can't quickly process the things refined from the butcher's body?" Gao Ming and Bai Huang looked at each other. Lingguan is not omnipotent. There are things that the so-called "immortals" cannot do. This is good news for them.

"Fellow Daoist, you'd better leave quickly, so as not to be contaminated by the filth in the butcher's body, which will ruin your Dao heart." The one-armed alchemist spoke slowly, and there were no traces of elixir on his body. After throwing away the waste elixir, he was ready to leave. This man reminded Gao Ming purely out of kindness, and he had no other intentions.

After turning around and walking a few steps, the one-armed Danshi found that the stench was getting stronger. He looked back out of curiosity and was so scared that he almost ran out.

Gao Ming carried Fu Shu on his back and reached out to the black substance without any protection.

"Stop! Stop now!" The one-armed Danshi shouted loudly and ran back to stop them: "If you don't want to live, don't let others get hurt!"

Gao Ming was afraid that the other party would attract other alchemists, so he did not argue and retracted his outstretched hand. In his palm was the "wasted pill" that had just been thrown away by the one-armed alchemist.

It was called a "waste pill", but it was actually a broken hand bone, wrapped in a black ring that all test subjects would wear.

"Are you the test subject sent by Yongsheng Pharmaceutical?" Gao Ming spread out his palm, with the sticky black rotten flesh and the black ring stuck together: "Why do you need to use the black ring, the only thing that can prove your identity, to make the elixir? This is the key to your communication with Yongsheng Pharmaceutical! Without it, your chances of escaping from the dream will become even lower."

"What immortality medicine? What tester? You think this is a dream, but I think that is the dream!" The one-armed alchemist waved his remaining arm: "I will use illusions and dreams to make the elixir, and use the memories of the past as dry firewood to burn all distracting thoughts. When the mind is empty, the spirit will become more and more spiritual! I cut off my arm, sacrificed my flesh and blood to melt into the external elixir, and the body is empty, the form will become clearer and clearer! The spirit and form will be united, and both form and spirit will be wonderful!"

The one-armed alchemist was very angry. He had just made it very clear, but Gao Ming not only refused to listen, but also took out his waste elixir: "You want to destroy my Taoism!"

Looking at the angry one-armed alchemist, pity flashed across Gao Ming's eyes. The other party was an external tester just like himself, but now the other party had been completely lost in the spiritual view, and was dazzled by the desire to become an immortal, and was willing to give up everything.

"It's all fallacy and heresy. You are too deeply poisoned."

"Wrong logic?" The one-armed alchemist snorted coldly: "You think you are awake, but you can't even find your own way. You can't fly up, and you can't let go of your obsession and escape. You don't believe in immortality, don't cultivate your true self, and don't make elixirs. So are you going to stay here for the rest of your life and complain about the world?"

"A bunch of lunatics are starting to raise the value?"

Fu Shu started to sarcastically say that, but Gao Ming waved his hand and said, "I have already found the materials for alchemy and will be leaving soon. I hope that what I do later can inspire you."

"I've seen many people like you who are conceited." The one-armed alchemist waved his sleeves, not willing to stop for a moment, and walked towards the huge alchemy furnace in the center of the second floor.

"The patient is terminally ill. No one in this spiritual temple can be saved." Fu Shu watched the one-armed alchemist go away and sighed.

"They are also pitiful people." The black ring on Gao Ming's palm was severely damaged, with only the most basic functions left. When the two black rings touched, Gao Ming heard the message from the one-armed alchemist inside the black ring, or it would be more appropriate to say his last words.

"Wife, I have found the whereabouts of our daughter. When I become a level 5 tester of Eternal Life Pharmaceuticals, they promised to use the power of Eternal Life Pharmaceuticals to help us find our daughter! It's been five years! Our family is finally going to be reunited!" There are many messages in the black ring, but only a few can be played normally.

"He completed so many tasks in five years to get the fourth-level confidentiality clearance. Unfortunately, what he didn't know was that Yongsheng Pharmaceutical selects some gifted children from orphanages to participate in experiments every year. Many children's disappearances are related to Yongsheng Pharmaceutical." Fu Shu said expressionlessly: "Asking the murderer to help find the murderer will only lead to death in the end."

The black ring and the memories in the black ring have been abandoned by the one-armed alchemist and thrown away as a waste pill. It's not that he doesn't care about his lost daughter. Maybe it's because he is very worried and anxious that he is willing to give up his most precious thing in exchange for a chance to "ascend to the fairy palace". He wants to leave, he wants to leave so much.

"Spiritual Temple has established new rules. The more people obey them, the more powerful these rules will become. If you want to destroy Spiritual Temple, you can only do the opposite." Gao Ming looked at the squirming and rotting black matter, and at the faces trapped in it. At this moment, he was more like a god than the statue, with despair, sadness and pity emanating from his eyes.

After untying the ropes on his body, Gao Ming threw Fu Shu to Bai Huang.

"What are you going to do?! Take me with you! We agreed to go out together!" Fu Shu was even more nervous than Gao Ming, and shouted anxiously: "Don't force me to go find you! I don't trust the others!"

No matter how much Fu Shu said, Gao Ming did not look back, but just told Bai Huang: "Keep an eye on him."

Taking a step into the alchemy room covered with dark and sticky substance, Gao Ming felt as if a pair of hands were grabbing his calves. The ground was no longer hard and seemed to have turned into a bottomless quagmire.

Everything was rotting and stinking. These wastes discharged from the furnace seemed to be the worst things in the deep dream. They were of no use at all and would only cause destruction, bring disease and spread panic.

They seem to be the most terrible poison, the most sinister monster, and the most ruthless ghost.

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His body began to sink, but Gao Ming still did not look back. The phantom images of the two gods of the past and the future appeared in his eyes, and he saw what was hidden under the black substance.

Butchers dumped the "waste" in their bodies here, and many alchemists in Zhemeng Town threw their "waste pills" here. They let them rot and be worn away bit by bit by the spirits, but they forgot that these waste pills were also refined by them using their most precious things.

The cauldron only took away the power contained in their bodies and souls, but expelled the most extreme emotions and deepest memories.

"How can you become an immortal? Lingguan just wants to turn you into slaves. It doesn't need you to have your own thoughts, nor does it need your broken hearts." Gao Ming pulled out the butcher's knife: "But I am different. I will take you to the real immortal palace to have a look."

The blade slid down from the center of the clavicle, and blood with a meaty aroma dripped down.

"Dream interpretation!"