"Remove? You try removing one yourself. That puppet will serve as a warning to you."
"I dare not... but Your Majesty..."
"You question His Majesty's decision?"
The focus of the discussion among the crowd had gradually shifted from Ji Mofan to the Demon Lord. Ji Mofan had no interest in listening anymore, and simply poked the alchemist with his sword, ordering him to take him to the alchemist's residence.
The alchemist's residence is located within the main city.
Whether he chose it voluntarily or was ostracized and driven there by others, his residence was very small and located in a very remote area, and it looked dilapidated.
Even so, very few people dared to approach his small, dilapidated courtyard.
After all, no one would want to be thrown into a pottery jar full of herbs by this medicine-obsessed guy at some point.
Just by getting close, Ji Mofan could smell a rather strong medicinal odor in the air.
The smell of blood was mixed in, turning what should have been a pleasant medicinal aroma into a foul stench.
He frowned slightly and followed the alchemist into the cave.
The underground of the small courtyard is a hidden world.
From the outside, you could only smell the stench of blood. Only when you entered the cellar where the alchemists were made could you truly step into a living hell.
This is probably no better than what hell looks like.
A row of pottery urns was neatly placed against the wall, each about half a person's height, pear-shaped, wider at the top and narrower at the bottom, making it easy to go in but difficult to come out.
A chilling groan of pain could be faintly heard, clearly indicating that the person was enduring extreme pain but didn't even have the strength to cry out. The sound was as soft as a mosquito's buzz.
Ji Mo Fan frowned and reached out to use his sword to lift the velvet cloth covering the pottery urn.
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