It All Starts with the Wizard

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At the same time, just as Roman was happily communicating with the weird palm named Uncle Pace, in a laboratory on the top floor of the Main Pace prison, an old man with a rickety figure and a black pointed hat was seriously experimenting. The stage is busy.

And beside him, was standing a young man who was also wearing a prison uniform with a slight face. At this moment, this young man was holding a silver tray in both hands with a weird tentacles on it.

This tentacle was covered with sharp barbs and raised sarcomas. It looked very disgusting, and the tentacle was still struggling and beating on the tray, seeming to want to escape, but the tray was covered with a forbidden circle. The glass cover still successfully trapped it inside.

The tray in his hand shook in the young man's hands, and the young man's face was extremely pale, with cold sweat on his forehead, and a look of helplessness and horror in his eyes.

But his horror was not at the tentacles on the tray, but at the humpbacked old man who was busy not far in front of him.

"Well, add three more drops of moxibustion reed grass juice... Then the internal organs of the night mouse... Then the impurities separate... Well... Stir at constant temperature for three times... Let me see what's missing. .... Oh, by the way... and a small half of the Nirobu rhizome."

The old man swiftly added various materials to the cauldron, while muttering small words nervously. When talking about the rhizome of Nirobu, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the young man standing aside.

The young man's body shivered immediately, and he almost didn't even hold the tray in his hand. It was not that he was timid, but that the old man's appearance was too frightening.

I saw that half of the old man's face seemed to have been corroded by sulfuric acid. The muscles were all twisted and tangled together, and the dark red muscles turned out, wriggling as his expression changed.

The other half of the old man's face was blue-gray, but the skin looked a little transparent, and blood flowing in the capillaries could even be seen.

The old man ignored the young man, but directly opened the glass **** and grabbed the so-called nirobu rhizome. The root was twisted wildly on the old man’s thin, eagle-claw hand, and the sharp barb was waving wildly, but he couldn’t. Cause a trace of harm.

The old man pinched his tentacles and stood in front of the cauldron watching the liquid in the pot. After a while, he suddenly touched his chin, frowned and thought, then looked at the Nirobu rhizome in his hand and said to himself:

"It seems that the ignition time is bad, and the weight of this root is not enough. It is still too small. I have to find a way to improve it and accelerate the maturation... I think about it, I have it."

The old man turned his gaze to the young man again. When he saw that the young man’s face was even more ugly, and there was even a deep fear in his eyes, but the old man didn’t care about the young man’s look at all, and directly waved to him, and a green vine fell from the old man’s. The sleeves stretched out, bound the young man at an extremely fast speed and then pulled him to the front.

Then, without saying a word, the old man directly stuffed the tentacles in his hands roughly into the young man's mouth, and at the same time said quietly and nervously:

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, you can't die, this thing is almost meaningless, use your flesh and blood to nurture it, young people nowadays, this little scene can't stand it?"

As soon as the tentacles entered the youth's mouth, they immediately began to wriggle down the throat. Through the skin, one can clearly see a bulge gradually moving to the youth's abdomen.

At this time, a lot of blood began to come out of the youth's mouth, and his body was constantly twisting violently, but no matter how hard he struggled, it was all in vain, and he couldn't even make a scream.

The old man didn't care about the young man's tragic situation, but frowned and looked at the young man's bulging abdomen, and said to himself:

"No way, if this is the case, the ripening speed may be a bit slow, I have to add more ingredients."

After speaking, the old man took a few sealed bottles from the shelf on the side, and after a casual glance, he poured the bottles of liquid with a pungent smell along the young man's open mouth.

After taking a few bottles of medicine, the young man's eyes have completely turned white and he lost consciousness, but the bulge in his abdomen has obviously increased a lot, and it is still undulating rhythmically.

Seeing this scene, the old man nodded in satisfaction:

"Well, that's all it takes, so what? Come two people and carry him to my incubation room. Be careful."

But after the old man shouted a few times, no one appeared, so the old man turned his head dissatisfiedly and looked behind him. In a corner behind the old man, there were three very miserable and weird corpses lying. On his body, he was also wearing a prison uniform.

Upon seeing this, the old man shook his head helplessly:

"Hey, are you dead again? Are the current potions so fragile? Can't bear the side effects of a little potion? How can I be my assistant?"

At this moment, the door of the laboratory suddenly opened, and a tall man with a visible scar on his face walked in.

He looked at the corpse in the corner, and then at the young man with a bulging abdomen~www.wuxiaspot.com~ his brows were slightly frowned:

"Mr. Gervin, I should have said that every prisoner in Maines Prison is an important resource, and these prisoners with a potionist background are not many. If you consume it so unscrupulously, I am afraid it will be difficult to find in the future. A suitable assistant."

Gervin rolled his eyes, and then said angrily:

"Bagna, huh, sometimes I really doubt whether you sent me a potionist or a potion apprentice.

Just like the one over there, the blood of the Xuye Toad and the dragon flame grass will produce volatile and highly poisonous. I don't know how to become a potionist, and dare to secretly conduct human experiments with this ability? No wonder it was caught in. "

Gervin pointed to one of the corpses with blue blisters in the corner and said, his tone was full of disdain and dissatisfaction.

Bagna helped his forehead helplessly, and then said:

"Mr. Gervin, as of now, eighty-three prisoners have died in your laboratory as assistants, and among them, the longest has not survived a month.

To be honest, this number has far exceeded your quota for this year. In short, this is the last assistant I can assign to you. If he dies, I think you can only apply to the warden in person. NS. "

After speaking, Bagna lifted his chin at the young man with a big belly, then stopped talking, turned and left the laboratory.

The old man looked stunned, then he looked at the young man beside him again, stomped his feet and quickly turned over the medicine bottle he had just put down:

"Bug, you bastard, you really don’t say anything about it, oh, what did I do for him just now, huh? Why is this bottle of toxic poison empty? Damn, how can these idiots even have labels? Wrong posting?!"