Bai Zimo looked at me with interest: "What's so difficult about this? I am not a god for nothing!"

As he spoke, he actually conjured up an alchemy furnace and placed it in front of me: "Give me the medicinal ingredients!"

I threw all the medicinal ingredients I had just selected to him, and he began to use magic to refine the medicine.

This action is really cool.

Until the aroma of medicine came, the adoptive father also said outside: "The porridge is ready!"

The village chief came in and carried a large pot of porridge to the yard with my adoptive father, and I walked out with pills.

I don’t know where my adoptive father got this big pot, and he even had the bowls to use prepared.

The village chief and the adoptive father were responsible for dividing the porridge, while I used a knife to cut a cut on my fingertip, and when everyone came to receive the pills, I dotted the blood on their foreheads.

When the pills were distributed, I told everyone that they must wait until everyone gets the porridge and pills, and then everyone drinks them together for it to be effective.

So right now, all the villagers have blood on their foreheads, holding porridge in their left hands and pills in their right hands.

When I said it was okay to start, everyone raised their heads and drank the porridge and pills together without any scruples.

This unified behavior is like that of those who have been trained, and it feels like the ancient kings drank strong wine with the soldiers before going to war.

"Are you sure you're okay?" My adoptive father was still worried and asked me in a low voice.

I nodded slightly: "It's okay!"

As soon as I finished speaking, I heard several sounds of porcelain bowls falling to the ground and breaking.

Then all the villagers covered their necks, their faces turned livid, and they all curled up, showing great pain.

Wherever he looked, everyone was in the same movement, covering their necks and falling to the ground struggling with their mouths open.
Chapter completed!