“Ding-ding-ding-ding—”
The heavy and distant bell sound, as if coming from ancient times, rang out again at this moment.
The sound seemed to carry an irresistible magic, echoing in every corner of this ancient town.
In a corner of the town, there is an inconspicuous little shop.
At this moment, Nan Song was sitting on the steps in front of the shop, somewhat bored, staring blankly into the distance. The slanting sunlight stretched her figure out long.
She didn't know when she came to this strange place.
When she slowly woke up from her sleep, she found herself surrounded by a group of people.
They surrounded her, chattering incessantly. The noisy sound was like countless bees flying around her ears, making her head buzz and hurt.
After finally sitting up, Nan Song suddenly felt a blank in his mind, as if all his memories were instantly wiped out by an invisible hand, leaving only endless confusion and helplessness.
After listening to the group's stories, she finally understood what had happened.
It turned out that before this, she had been busy in this small shop making a new potion.
However, this potion seemed to have an abnormal reaction, which was completely unexpected for Nansong, who was trying to refine it for the first time.
What's worse is that the specific functions of the medicines required for this potion are not fully recorded in the relevant books.
Just like that, she was caught off guard and was knocked unconscious by the sudden poison.
If the delivery guy from the restaurant on the other side of the street had not come to the address of the order and looked everywhere after finding no one answered the door, it is hard to say how long it would have taken for someone to realize that she was already unconscious.
Finally, they asked her a bunch of random questions like if she was feeling okay and if she remembered which two medicines shouldn't be taken together. Then they told her to take care of herself. Then the group of people left in a hurry, leaving her alone there.
Staring blankly at the group of things left behind by those people, Nan Song felt even more confused. She seemed to be wondering what she should do?
But, but I can’t seem to remember it.
Soon, her mind began to work slowly. Her name was Nansong, a pharmacist in Nanbaichasong Town. She owned her own small shop, had some regular customers, a stable income, and many friendly neighbors.
A series of rapid and heavy "thump thump thump" sounds broke the original silence, coming from far away and getting closer, as if the earth was shaken by the footsteps.
As the sound became clearer and clearer, a figure gradually appeared in people's sight.
The figure approached as fast as the wind, and in the blink of an eye, it was in front of everyone. "Pharmacist Ah Song, you are finally awake!"
The visitor shouted excitedly, his voice revealing an unconcealable joy.
Then, he continued like a machine gun, "I don't know how the prophet Ling Zhao suddenly woke up. And this time, he brought us a new prophecy!
It was said that Youqi Wutan might soon bloom again. Oh my, this was the second time he had made such a prediction.
Although his first prediction was very accurate, his efficiency... is really a bit low!"
Before he finished speaking, the man rushed into the house in a hurry, then slowly and unsteadily found a place to sit down.
His eyes, like those of a hungry wolf, were fixed on the food on the table that was reserved for Nansong.
The next second, he stretched out his hands without hesitation, grabbed the food, and began to gobble it up.
At this time, Nan Song just sat there quietly, staring straight at the guy in front of him who was eating happily.
However, the man seemed completely unaware of Nansong's gaze and continued to eat as if no one was around. He looked like a starving ghost reincarnated.
A closer look at this uninvited guest reveals that his figure is particularly eye-catching.
This person is extremely short, probably only half the height of a normal person.
What's even more surprising is that his size cannot be measured by ordinary standards - except for his relatively large head, which is normal, his entire body is almost a perfect square shape.
Just from his figure, one can guess that his usual eating habits must be extremely irregular.
After a while, she remembered that this was a clay figure she had casually made to serve as a deliveryman for her shop.
"Xiao Tu, don't eat any more. These things will eventually turn into mud in your body, and you won't be able to digest them."
Nan Song covered his head and said sullenly, "You weren't like this at the beginning."
"Ah? Sister Nan, please, please, I really think it's delicious. Don't worry, I've already prepared the meal you want to eat today. You can eat it in a while."
Xiao Tu responded to her with a heartbroken tone while stuffing food into his mouth.
"By the way, Sister Nan, have you prepared the medicine? Although the Prophet Saint was also in a coma at the time, he is awake now. I have to go and give him the medicine."
Nan Song was stunned when the topic of delivering medicine was brought up. Deep in her memory, she seemed to remember that she had to help a fool refine the medicine so that he would not fail the exam and lower his average score.
However, just when the memory was about to emerge clearly, it was shrouded in a layer of fog and became blurred again.
The things that he had just recalled with great difficulty suddenly turned into the tragic situation of this alchemy attempt ending in failure.
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