Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

"Good good!"

Before Qi Liang agreed, his fat black eyes narrowed into slits, drooling, the previous Xiao was made of the roots of the bamboo spirit, and the sheng was made of the bamboo body of the bamboo spirit, it was even better, excitedly Heipang nodded vigorously.

As if these conditions were given to him.

Then the other old people were not happy, and they stood up one by one and started to blushed.

Every family is willing to take out their own treasures.

Qi Liang was so dizzy that he had a big chicken leg in his left hand and a soil egg in his right hand. After eating two mouthfuls of dog meat, he could only stare blankly.

As for Heipang, his expression at this time is like this: (°Д°)

Weeping in my heart: "Heavenly evil, foreign monks like to chant scriptures, these treasures, I have asked for them for so long and you will not give them!"

"Stop arguing! Xiao Liang, what are you going to learn?"

Finally someone spoke, interrupted the quarrel of the others, and turned to ask Qi Liang.

The old faces at the table turned their heads and fixed their eyes on Qi Liang's body at the same time, which made Qi Liang's scalp tingle suddenly.

Hei Pang wanted to interrupt, but was stared at by a few old people, and he didn't dare to fart.

Seeing this, Qi Liang thought for a while, and after eating everything in his mouth, he whispered: "I want to learn from the strongest!"

As Qi Liang spoke, he couldn't help recalling that night when he was nailed to the tree trunk by Zhao Ke with one hand. He clenched his fists tightly and nodded, "That's right, I want to learn from the strongest!"

"The strongest!"

Several old people looked at each other when they heard the words, and their expressions became embarrassed, each of them had their own unique tricks, and no one dared to say who was the strongest.

At this time, I saw the old man who had been sitting on the first seat knock on the table, stood up and said, "Yes!"

Qi Liang's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly asked, "What is it?"

Several old people looked at each other, nodded to each other, seemed to agree with the answer, and said in unison: "Old rogue of the musical instrument, suona!"

……

The conversation was divided into two parts, at the same time that Qi Liang decided to learn Suona.

On the other end, Zhao Ke's eyes were staring at the gradually condensed blue liquid in the flask in front of him.

"Success?"

Zhao Ke frowned, recalling every step of Wang Na's synthesis of medicine in his mind.

This was already the seventh experiment, and Zhao Ke's eyes were red, obviously he hadn't had a good rest during this time.

Looking at the dark blue liquid, Zhao Ke finally showed an unbearable joy on his face.

Except for the most important dose of the medicine which was changed by Wang Na, Zhao Ke knew almost all the doses of the other medicines by heart.

But Zhao Ke is not very clear about the weight of the other potion, but it does not hinder his plan, because the materials are sufficient, he can experiment again and again, until he can see the dark blue potion, it will be considered a success.

In fact, Zhao Ke never counted on her at all.

Although Wang Na submitted the treatment plan to her, Zhao Ke also verified it, and can confirm that there is no problem with the plan Wang Na mentioned, as well as the equipment and synthetic drugs.

But he would not really put his life in Wang Na's hands.

Zhao Ke still remembers how he saw Wang Na being imprisoned in the psychiatric hospital, his name written all over the wall with blood, and the eyes he looked at him when he finally returned to the light.

No matter how much she hides, there is no way to cover up the light of loathing and hatred towards herself.

So from the very beginning, Zhao Ke transferred the split soul into Wang Na's body. Wang Na didn't realize this at all. As everyone knows, even though Zhao Ke didn't use the split soul to monitor her.

Wang Na didn't have any chance just relying on the explanatory ability of the remark in the stamp album.

An ant can never bite an elephant to death, and what a waste without a little bit of strength will do is futile.

"boom!"

Zhao Ke tapped the flask lightly, looked at the swaying dark blue liquid inside, and decided to transform quickly with a thought.

After the flask in front of his hand disappeared in the blink of an eye, Zhao Ke called out the postal album to take a look, and finally a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Successful!"

Chapter 293 The Subconscious World

Regular Stamp: Potion of Deep Sleep

Special purpose: This is a neurotoxin, after injection, it will make you fall into a subconscious state and enter the depths of your subconscious mind.

Maximum duration of drug effect: 15 minutes

15 minutes will be expanded to about two to four days in your subconscious mind.

(Note: It is not so much a medicine as a poison. Be careful not to become addicted, or you will paralyze yourself and become a waste in the end.)

The remarks in the postal album have already explained that Zhao Ke has successfully synthesized the potion he wanted after repeated experiments. After turning off the instrument, Zhao Ke took the potion and walked up to the bedroom on the second floor, pushed away the coffin in front of him, and lay on the ground. go in.

After inhaling the medicine into the syringe, looking at the dark blue medicine in his hand, Zhao Ke hesitated again.

Although Wang Na didn't clarify what she said, Zhao Ke himself has checked a lot of information. This treatment method is accompanied by great controversy and danger, because if he is not careful, the main character will get lost in his subconscious.

At that time, the best outcome is to become a vegetable, which is why the international community has been unwilling to recognize this treatment plan.

But it is undeniable that this is the fastest and most direct way to let yourself into the subconscious and have a good talk with them face to face.

"hiss!"

Zhao Ke took a deep breath, injected the medicine into his arm, and slowly closed his eyes, his eyelids getting heavier and heavier.

All of a sudden! Zhao Ke felt a chill in his body, and a sudden feeling of falling. Zhao Ke subconsciously kicked his legs and struggled with his hands to wake up, but the more he struggled, the faster he fell.

"Stop! Stop!"

Zhao Ke wanted to stop, but the space in front of him became more and more empty. Gradually, Zhao Ke gradually adapted to the darkness and could see his surroundings. It was not completely black, but countless pieces of memory like shattered ice.

A piece of debris floated in front of Zhao Ke.

On the fragment of memory, there is a young woman wearing a suspender skirt with long hair exuding the beauty of a mature woman. It seems that after sensing Zhao Ke's gaze, the woman turned her head and smiled at Zhao Ke.

But the picture flashed, and soon, a dagger was pierced into the woman's chest.

In the violently shaking picture, Zhao Ke could only see a pair of slender and pale hands, holding a sharp knife tightly, stabbing the woman's body, until the blood stained his hands red, did he see the picture suddenly lifted up, Swipe left, and a mirror appears on the screen.

Zhao Ke's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and in the mirror, a boy was riding on the body of a woman, holding a sharp knife in both hands, looking at the mirror with a silly smile.