Sell ​​jars from Hokage

Pharmacist Dou felt that he was facing the confusion he had at the time.

He was an orphan.

He once lost his memory and killed his adoptive mother with his own hands.

That's why he handed everything to Orochimaru

Because he has long lost his meaning.

But if Orochimaru is really dead

He could only force himself not to think about this.

"Sir." Pharmacist Dou was very careful when facing silence, "I want to buy a small amount of jars first to enhance my strength."

Orochimaru didn't know when he woke up.

Want to keep your foundation.

His current strength alone is not enough.

"Of course." Silence naturally would not refuse.

He raised his scepter and pointed it lightly.

A stream of information also poured into the pharmacist's mind.

Related rules regarding the price of jars and purchase.

In just a short time, the pharmacist digested and understood these rules.

"Sir, can the series be changed at will?" Pharmacist Dou keenly noticed the key point.

"As an experiential first-level jar, you cannot buy it after becoming a member. Second-level jars are not limited to series or number, but there is a certain probability that items of fate will appear in the 490th to 500th cans, which is closely related to the series you choose." Silent replied.

His rules for buying jars are actually not complicated.

Because the simpler the more you are, the less likely you make mistakes.

The reason why I don’t allow me to buy first-level jars is just to limit the large-scale circulation of cheap items in other worlds.

Pharmacist Dou pursed his lips, looked at the silence, and said respectfully, "Sir, my advantage lies in my analytical skills and good at calculating. I wonder if there is a series that suits me?"

Like most smart people, he chose to let the Silence introduce the series.

After all, he was not sure about the characteristics of each series.

Let silent recommendations be the best choice.

"Are you good at analysis?" Chen Si looked at him for a moment, and seemed to nod, "Then let's go with the Alchemy series, this one is quite suitable for you."

Although his tone was very plain, at this moment, Pharmacist Dog felt that he was completely seen through.

The other person's eyes.

It’s like your thoughts, character, destiny, and even the past are all mastered.

Pharmacist Dok tried hard to suppress his panic and asked, "I wonder what kind of series this alchemy is?"

He is not buying jars for himself.

So I want to analyze the buying that suits the next action.

"Alchemy is a series that uses knowledge to create objects." Silently looked at the Pharmacist's Dog, "It is widely present in many worlds, but most alchemy follows three processes to understand, decompose, and then form."

The alchemy series mentioned by Silence is not a single alchemy of a certain world.

To be precise, it is a summary.

He combined many systems of alchemy and set up this series of jars.

And it contains several more meticulous professions.

now.

Seeing that the pharmacist Dou was still a little confused, he simply stretched out his hand in silence.

"Make a simple demonstration." His face had an inexplicable smile. "In the alchemy of a certain profession, life is regarded as a combination of the body, soul and spirit. First of all, the body contains many trace elements, but they can all be drawn from nature."

After the words were finished.

On top of the palm.

A small whirlwind gradually blew up, and something seemed to gather in the air, and gradually formed some white items.

Pharmacist Dok saw it.

A kind of bird skeleton at that time!

His eyes were wide open, and he even approached involuntarily, wanting to see what this power is.

And soon.

Behind the skeleton are cells, blood, muscles, and organs

The body of a beautiful bird with yellow feathers was formed little by little in front of him!

"Is this?" Pharmacist Dou's body trembled slightly, and he did not dare to blink at all.

He could already imagine what would be next.

But is that true?

Creating life out of thin air?

"Then the soul." Silence said again.

Pharmacist opened his eyes wide, and then he saw a faint mist spinning above the bird.

A mass of invisible matter gradually formed.

That is, the composition of the soul!

The matter sinks into the bird's body, and the body seems to start moving, but it is just an unconscious action.

"Finally, spirit." The silent words fell.

After a light appeared and disappeared, the bird seemed to have completely come alive.

He flapped his wings very vividly and then flew up, but it seemed to be limited by invisible power. He could not fly out of his silent palm, and then made a little panicked chirping.

"Create a whole new life"

Pharmacist Dou was already murmuring at the lively bird, not even knowing what to use to express his emotions.

What did he see?

A life, a living life with a soul, was created bit by bit from this palm in a way that violates the rules of nature!

"This is high-level alchemy." After silent stretched out his hand, Pharmacist Dou quickly caught the bird.

Feeling the force of struggling in the palm of his hand, he understood with great confidence that this was true life.

Create life out of thin air that is not in the world.

Alchemy, can even be done like this?

Pharmacist Dou's mind was in chaos.

At this moment, he even thought of the origin of life, the truth of the world, the will of mankind, and the truth of himself

All kinds of questions emerged from his mind.

Ethics, truth, world

For those who are used to analytics, dialectics, and thinking, facing such miracles is like using an old computer to calculate natural weather, which is completely beyond their ability.

"It is a species that does not belong to any world." Silence just said calmly, "I have not given it the meaning of survival in the world and the way of survival, so I have only given it an hour of life."

"One hour"

The pharmacist's head buzzed.

All thoughts scattered.

Looking at the yellow bird in his hand, it seemed to be a little tired, gasping slightly, turned its head and looked at him angrily, and pecked at his hand with its pointed mouth.

"If you are not given the meaning of survival and the way of survival, you can only wait for death." The pharmacist lowered his eyes, with a self-deprecating smile on his lips, and then he suddenly raised his head.

"Sir!" He looked at the silence with a pleading look, "Can you beg for your mercy and give it a normal life? It only needs to be similar to the rest of the birds, and I can pay the price for it."

At this moment, what he thought about was no longer this incredible power.

He was from the little bird that was constantly struggling and trying to escape.

See your own shadow.