It was hard to imagine that the "filth" refined out of a single person could fill an entire Alchemy Room.
Gao Ming watched the black substance writhe without stopping. Twisted faces and severed limbs occasionally flashed through it. They could neither speak nor ask for help; they could only merge with more of the black substance.
"Even Spirit Vision can't quickly dispose of the stuff refined out of the Butcher's body?" Gao Ming exchanged a glance with Bai Huang. Spirit Vision was not all-powerful. Even the so-called "immortals" had things they could not do, and that was good news for them.
"Fellow cultivator, you should leave quickly. Don't let the filth from the Butcher's body contaminate you and ruin your Dao heart." The One-Armed Alchemist spoke very slowly, and he had no pill marks on his body. After throwing away his defunct pill, he prepared to leave. He had warned Gao Ming out of pure kindness, with no ulterior motive.
After turning and taking a few steps, the One-Armed Alchemist noticed the stench growing stronger. He glanced back out of curiosity and nearly had his soul scared out of him.
With Fu Shu on his back, Gao Ming reached toward the black substance without any protection.
"Stop! Stop right now!" the One-Armed Alchemist shouted, running back to stop him. "Even if you don't want to live, don't drag everyone else down with you!"
Afraid the man would attract other alchemists, Gao Ming did not argue. He withdrew his outstretched hand. In his palm lay the "defunct pill" the One-Armed Alchemist had just thrown away.
It was called a "defunct pill," but it was actually a shattered hand bone wrapped around a Black Ring of the kind every Tester wore.
"You're a Tester sent in by Eternal Life Pharmaceuticals?" Gao Ming