The Witch of Zongwang: From Azeroth to the Classic of Mountains and Seas

At the same time, the earth

Bian Su piously played with the crucible in front of him, which was an abandoned cemetery.

The cemetery has almost been moved, leaving only messy construction debris and wild grass growing.

Bian Su likes this kind of place.

Usually, it's because these places are always associated with danger and superstition in the stories passed down by the elders and surrounding people.

For Bian Su, a young man who longed for the extraordinary, such a place held a certain forbidden attraction.

People always think that they are born with some kind of sacred mission...

Bian Su forgot where he had read such a sentence.

He seemed to be the people described in these words, tracing the world beyond the boundary.

Ghosts or magic, curses or blessings.

Behind those absurd and uninhibited essays, is there a real mysterious world that outsiders cannot peep into?

Some people classify this kind of childhood thoughts as innocuous past events.

Occasionally, while taking a breather from work, I remembered that I was once a man whose mission was to save the world.

And some people spend their lives chasing something that is regarded as an illusion by the world, but yet they are extremely afraid of it.

From childhood to adulthood, Bian Su has been wandering crazily on the verge of seeking death.

He has been to those famous haunted houses, and also visited those neglected cemeteries at dusk.

I have seen many wizards with outstanding skills, and met three or two gentlemen with sophisticated emotions.

There are also monks who roam the mountains and there are masters who are both crazy and greedy.

Bian Su didn't know what he was chasing.

He just felt that those stories about Yunjian Xiaoyao should not be legends fabricated by the ancestors.

Otherwise, why could he understand his own status so accurately.

It's as if it's just a machine.

Bian Su has never told anyone about his abnormality:

He was born with an insight into his own body, an indescribable feeling.

When he was young, he had nothing to refer to. He only wrote down his feelings when he was injured or sick.

As you get older and come into contact with a thermometer, you can roughly estimate your body temperature at any time.

This once made Bian Su happily immersed in this extraordinary.

He tried to find the weird things in the world, looking for the power that could truly make him powerful.

Unfortunately, he gained nothing.

This frightened Biansu, and he feared death that was equally clear.

Compared to the chaotic world, he can sense more clearly that his body has an expiration date.

Bian Su looked at the boiling crucible in front of him.

To be honest, he was a little confused.

He has been exposed to many events that, from the outside, appear to be extremely miraculous.

Even to this day, he still doesn't understand the principles.

But Bian Su knew that they were not extraordinary powers.

What hinders him from understanding and mastering them is only the deviation of knowledge and vision.

To put it simply, it’s just some gadgets and tricks.

Bian Su had never been exposed to real extraordinary power, but inexplicably, there was an invisible voice in his heart.

Tell him: what is true extraordinary power.

Bian Su was convinced that he had found the answer.

Not long ago, while he was riding a train and scrolling through Station B, he suddenly discovered a push from the Food Channel.

When Bian Su saw the last part, the dark potion that exuded the power of evil energy.

He had a sense of destiny and an indescribable subtle sense of déjà vu.

As if being electrocuted, Bian Su could feel his body trembling slightly!

It seemed that at that moment, all the cells were roaring with the same voice:

That's it! that's it! Amid the horrified expressions of the passengers next to him, Bian Su sat upright suddenly, his face exuding an unprecedented seriousness.

Yes, finally, he found it!

At that moment, Bian Su wanted to roar.

But considering that the car next to him was preparing to call the police, Bian Su suppressed the ecstasy in his heart.

That is an ultimate joy that cannot be shared by outsiders!

What do they know?

They even rely on a thermometer to check their own body temperature!

Bian Su thought proudly.

But why label it as gourmet food?

Bian Su felt that he had a subtle, twisted feeling.

Fortunately, he does not dwell on these external mistakes.

Zizzi...

The flames licked the bottom of the cauldron bit by bit.

Bian Su originally wanted to try the video's first potion refining.

But the green light across the screen made Bian Su slightly uncomfortable, making Bian Su give up the idea.

Extraordinary power must be more dangerous and difficult to control than chemistry.

Not even being cautious about the thermite reaction, but trying to touch a more terrifying supernatural power?

That's seeking death...

The reason why Bian Su was able to show what ordinary people thought was bold before.

Simply because, at the beginning, he had almost found the answer.

The second half was just a futile struggle to comfort myself for the travel expenses and energy consumed.

Compared to the extraordinary elements, what is more dangerous in those processes is people.

In deserted, unmonitored areas, human evil is always more likely to breed.

Therefore, Bian Su rarely brings any exorcism water or the like when exploring.

Anti-wolf spray is the best exorcism water, and the multi-functional weapon shovel is the best enchanted weapon.

As the brown sugar in the crucible gradually dissolves.

Bian Su placed the newly cut ginger pieces with a solemn expression, his hands steady and slow, as if this was an extremely solemn ceremony.

The surrounding area was temporarily trimmed to be extremely smooth.

Even the gravel on top was arranged in an orderly manner.

Bian Su could feel that some invisible force was growing from within his body.

It was a strange feeling that he had never felt before.

Not the curling of muscles, not the beating of nerves.

It is a kind of secret that is independent of those flesh-and-blood relationships, and may be buried under the bone marrow!

Gulu.

The first piece of ginger was submerged in the sugar water. Bian Su stabilized his hands and closed his eyes in concentration.

Then came the second piece, the third piece...

Their type, shape, quantity, and even the cutting marks are almost the same as those in the video.

Who could have imagined that underneath the seemingly funny pictures, there is real extraordinary power hidden?

Bian Su had no distracting thoughts and put in the last piece of ginger.

Bian Su was shocked with the sound of the ginger pieces being submerged into the sugar water.

He felt that unusual throbbing again!

So, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the sugar water that was not the same as in the video, but also mixed with ginger pieces.

Inexplicably, Bian Su knew that it was done!

Bian Su carefully picked up a drop of sugar water with chopsticks and sipped it into his mouth.

The hot sugar water instantly distorted his face.

But Bian Su smiled.

He felt something indescribable beneath the hot, viscous liquid.

In order to distinguish this abnormality, he had been drinking sugar water for a week continuously before this.

It was so faint, yet so unfamiliar.

Bian Su stared at the sunset over the cold cemetery. In a daze, he felt that it was early morning...