Chapter 43 No wonder Sudan was chosen
The lives of these slaves were obviously not worth mentioning in the eyes of those in power, and they had a premonition that they were going to be eliminated.
With two gulps, the lava man drank it all without any precautions.
Tu Xing felt a little sorry for seeing him so defenseless. How could he have survived until now without any cunning?
Soon, Xiesang's skin changed at an extremely fast speed, as if water was evaporating, and white mist suddenly rose in the room, as if it was in white clouds.
Caught off guard, Tu Xing took a breath, coughed twice, reached into the package with one hand, took out a towel and covered his mouth and nose.
He asked in a muffled voice, "From lava to white mist?"
Celilda choked a few times. "He still couldn't hold on to the ash and powder. He's such a loser. But I've never seen such a large amount of powder before."
Tu Xing pondered her source of comparison – previous attempts in Sudan?
I'm afraid a lot of people died. I really can't agree with this.
The reply was to make conversation: "Have you tried using less blood?"
"How about a more precise ratio of the various ingredients in the potion? Seeing how big you are, you should pour it out and get a small scale."
Celilda's voice was irritated. "I've always tried this. I never had any scales. My hands are magic!"
“Materials are just auxiliary materials. Sometimes they are uneven, which can lead to unexpected effects.”
"Yes, yes, yes." The young man agreed quickly, and complained in his heart: It's too crude. Anyone who has made medicine knows that a little difference can make a big difference. Coupled with the black magic properties, how many people will die?
No wonder Sudan was chosen. There were plenty of people in the country to choose from to test the medicine. If it were anyone else, Celilda would have been arrested and put on the rack.
The woman said, "Wait until the white smoke dissipates and try a little blood."
Tu Xing: "Okay." Suddenly he caught some light and couldn't help but follow it.
The direction is the last place where Xiesang stood before the white fog came out. There are black and red flowing light and shadows, with black being the main part and red being less.
This color is exactly the same as the skin color of the lava man, representing Xiesang.
Tu Xing's heart moved, and during the recollection period, he asked tentatively: "Can you see the black and red light?"
Celilda: "What black and red? No."
Tu Xing hesitated between "changing his words immediately" and "showing his hand", but finally chose to give it a try:
"Actually, I can see that the demonic power is purple-red, and now the room is flowing with black and red, the same as Xiesang's skin. What do you think this ability is?"
"Huh?" Celilda's voice was filled with doubt and surprise. "Is it innate, or did it happen after I acquired this demonic power?"
During this time, Tu Xing was a little distracted. How come the light and shadow were getting closer and closer to him?!
what happens?
Unable to see the scenery clearly, Tu Xing once again thought of leaving, "How about opening the door and getting some fresh air first?"
Celilda called out, "Sheri, are you out there? Open the door."
Hearing this, Tu Xing recalled the location of the window in the room and said, "I'll go open the window."
However, as soon as he made this move, the light suddenly came towards him like a torn cloth?!
Unable to dodge in time, I simply didn't do anything and just opened the window normally.
As soon as it was opened, white smoke rolled out of the window and floated towards the sky.
He turned around and saw that the door was opened as wide as possible, with air flowing from both ends. In just a few seconds, the air was almost invisible, but he could clearly see the woman who was still holding the candle.
Tu Xing's gaze lingered on the candle for half a second, and he quickly lowered his head, searching for traces of light and shadow. He caught a glimpse of an illusion, and the direction...
My eyes shifted. My bag? What was inside?
Suddenly thinking of the newly acquired blue diamond, summarizing the rules and absorbing the light and shadow of inanimate characteristics?
Tu Xing fell into deep thought. After a few seconds, he felt someone's gaze was intense and he couldn't help but follow the direction of his gaze. It was Celilda.
The woman gestured, "That's enough, close the window."
"Yes." Tu Xing closed the door and walked back to where he was, answering the question he had put aside because of something else. "Light and shadow are abilities that appear after arriving here."
Celilda: "Before meeting the Sultan?"
Tu Xing's eyes sparkled, "I guess so. The first light and shadow I saw was His Majesty's eyes."
Celilda: "Did anything happen before that?"
As the words came back to mind, Tu Xing suppressed his subconscious desire to cover them up and said bluntly:
"At that time, I didn't know that the intention to kill Your Majesty would trigger the power of the curse, but it did occur a little bit."
As Tu Xing was worried, Celilda asked, "Did you overdo it on your first night with me? Did you develop murderous intentions?"
Hearing this, the young man was stunned for a moment, then nodded directly, "Before I obtained the golden pattern."
Good reason, confusing success.
Celilda looked thoughtful. "You must be born with this ability, but you haven't been exposed to it before."
"You usually have to drink special medicine to get it, and you may not see all the species. It's very rare to see one or two."
Hearing this, Tu Xing perked up and asked, "What do those different colors of light and shadow represent?"
Celilda: "I have a book dedicated to recording this." As she said this, her body did not move, but her eyes were inquiring.
"Did you see the light and shadow converge into your bag?"
The young man's eyes froze for a moment as he listened to the words. He took two seconds to analyze the expression and reached into his bag. "Let's gather them into this one."
A thumb-sized crystal in the palm of your hand reflects the luster of fine glass.
Tu Xing said in a relaxed tone, "You're talking about me, and your guess is pretty accurate."
The woman with a gloomy face smiled when she heard this, "You have only lived for a few years, and I have lived for a lot of years. Even if I am stupid, I have more experience than you."
Another piece of information. Tu Xing's eyes moved. "You are so young, I thought you were only 28."
Celilda's tone became much older. "I am over one hundred and sixty years old."
Tu Xing was stunned, but quickly reacted, his eyes full of envy.
"Your magical proficiency is incredibly high. I would have thought you were only twenty-eight."
The woman was flattered by the praise and asked, "Where did you get this diamond?"
Tu Xing twirled the cyan crystal block with his fingers: "A sewer."
"Let me see." She said and was about to take it, but the young man immediately moved his hand back. The woman's face darkened and her expression changed in an instant.
Tu Xing said calmly, "Let's exchange. Find some books that correspond to light and shadow."
Hearing this, the woman put away most of her stern expression and said, "Okay, I'll find it for you."
Obviously, he had gone to the cabinet many times today and was very irritable and angry.
This time, he threw it on the table with a "pop" sound. "Exchange."
Tu Xing handed it over directly, picked up the book, glanced at the cover, and then flipped through the contents.
The text is in large pieces and paragraphs. I glance at it roughly, looking at the superficial origins, and then speed up to find the key points later.
Celilda looked at the man suspiciously, put down the candle, and looked at it in her hand.
He took out a 30-centimeter-long black wooden stick from somewhere and chanted for about 30 seconds.
The blue diamond shone for a moment, and then the strands of black light shrank and expanded.
The woman's eyes lit up. "It really is a magical item!"
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