I Want To Be A Buddha/C1 Underground palace
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C1 Underground palace

H City, a bustling city. Even at night, the bustle of the day did not decrease under the liveliness of the lights and the lush greenery.

However, right in the middle of this bustling city, an unknown city was as quiet as a dead city.

Underground palace, hidden from everyone, an underground palace that no one knew about. The area it covered was the size of an H city.

Although the underground palace was huge, it was like a dead city. No, it should be a dead city! The vast underground palace was dark and humid. Even though there were guards everywhere, they could not feel any signs of life.

It was more worth mentioning that this was indeed the largest palace in the underground palace, the Wailing Moon Palace. That was the most horrifying, most eerie, most unpopular, most cold place.

The Wailing Moon Palace was as domineering and majestic as the ancient palaces, but the layout of the palaces gave people goosebumps.

Since the underground palace was built underground, there was no light at all. Therefore, from the entrance of the Wailing Moon Hall to the base of the throne, two rows of pillars were erected on both sides of the hall. There were nearly a hundred pillars of light shining on each other, illuminating the entire Wailing Moon Hall.

If you looked carefully, you would definitely be scared by what you saw.

There were heads dripping with blood beneath the flames on the pillar of the stage! You can imagine, take off

What was even more astonishing was that after being roasted by such flames, the heads were still as they were before.

The already gloomy underground palace looked even more gloomy because of the numerous heads. It was as if they had entered hell.

The fire had actually broken off completely under the throne. The throne seemed to be in the shadows.

Upon closer inspection, there was actually an ink-haired man seated atop the leopard throne. His features were detailed, and his long, narrow eyes were closed. He was wearing an ancient black robe, seemingly blending in with the darkness here.

The man leaned against the throne. Even with his eyes closed, he still had the aura of a ruler descending upon the world.

However, this man was wearing a golden mask on his right cheek.

"How's it going?" A cold, stiff voice suddenly came down from the throne, adding a bit of chilliness to this gloomy and gloomy underground palace.

Just as he finished speaking, two figures quickly flashed out from the corner of the hall. They cupped their fists and half knelt on the ground, their movements clean and orderly.

The two of them looked at each other, and their faces showed signs of struggling. Finally, one of them said, "Reporting to the lord, the medicine is ready. "But, the two doctors said …"

"Say what?"

The voices of the two shook, and one of them said, "They said, although the medicine is completed, it still needs to be processed once more."

Hearing this, the man on the throne shuddered and disappeared without a trace in an instant. The two people below both thought that they were seeing things.

Immediately afterwards, they all felt a stifling sensation in their breathing, as if a pair of invisible hands had tightly gripped their necks.

However, they did not move. Other than their faces flushed from lack of oxygen, there was no trace of dissatisfaction on their faces.

They knew that this was their master venting his anger.

After planning for hundreds of years, he finally succeeded in the hopes and disappointments he made time and time again. And this time, he had a clear result. Thinking about it, it was normal for their master to be a little nervous and a little emotional.

No, perhaps it wasn't nervousness. A cold-blooded master would never know what nervousness was. He looked at the burning head in the main hall. That was the best portrait of his master.

After a long while, the masked man lifted his hand. The two of them quickly pulled back their thoughts and left the hall without hesitation.

"It's all your fault!"

Two discontented voices resounded from the room. Although they were quarrelling, they deliberately suppressed their voices to the lowest possible extent.

"What should we do?" What should he do? This time, Master will definitely not let us off. " A white-haired man paced back and forth in the not-so-small room.

"What can we do? We'll do it step by step." The other black-haired man shrugged helplessly.

"Sigh, it's all your fault. If you had looked at it carefully, I wouldn't have treated that nameless medicine as though it was a cherry blossom and poured it into the almost successful Magic Liquid." The white-haired man complained to the black-haired man.

"Now is not the time to shirk responsibility, hurry up and think of a way to resolve it."

The Poison Monster stroked his black beard, considered for a moment, then said: "This medicine is a combination of medicine and medicine, coupled with the fact that the millet infant has been successfully merged for ninety-nine days and eighty-one days.

The most important thing was the millet, because the millet had always been used to bewitch the heart. Therefore, when the poison is fusing with each other, it will definitely be able to become a demonic liquid. However, with the addition of an unknown medicine, the two extremes of a poison doctor will become incompatible, and the entire medicine will become unbalanced! "

Hearing that, the strange doctor frowned and said, "That's true. But, as you know, the composition of this "magic fluid" is extremely complex. From the selection to the fusion, the rings were linked and every step allowed no mistakes. Now, the addition of this unknown potion had undoubtedly destroyed the entire chain. "I'm afraid …"

Both of them were worried, praying in their hearts that they would not fail like last time. Otherwise... When they thought of the miserable fates of their assistants and the poisonous ants on the corpse mountain, the two of them shuddered at the same time.

At this moment, a knock sounded from the door.

As expected, the people who had come were the right-hand men of the Lord's master, the two men from the Profound Blue Pass.

"Two physicians, may I know if the medicine is ready?" The two of them bowed to the two of them respectfully.

The white-robed, white-haired doctor's eyes flashed. Just as he was about to speak, he was interrupted by the black-haired Poison Monster. "The demonic liquid has already been made. You guys can hand it over to the master."

As he spoke, he moved his right arm, and a small glass bottle with a green liquid inside the sleeve fell into his hand.

Although the two had doubts in their hearts regarding the unusual behavior of the two, they didn't say anything. They only took the medicinal liquid and left.

However, before they left, they gave the white-haired doctor a meaningful glance. Under such gazes, the strange doctor naturally lowered his head in guilt.

After seeing the two of them leave, the Poison Monster quickly closed the door. It was unknown whether he was speaking to the Medicine King or to himself, "Hmph, as expected of a dog, just like what kind of master you have!"

The doctor monster naturally knew what the poison monster was trying to express, but it replied weakly, "This time around, we better pray that the demonic liquid is fine. Otherwise, even with Lord's previous words, we probably won't be able to turn the situation around. "Sigh, in short, let's think about how we're going to die."

In response to the doctor monster's somewhat dejected words, the Poison Monster immediately gave him a fierce glare. "Die? I haven't lived long enough, let alone died. "

"Staying in this underground palace that doesn't see the light of day, I've long forgotten all about what it looks like outside. If I can't even go out for a walk in my lifetime, then wouldn't my few hundred years of life have been wasted? "

The Poison Monster ignored the self-pity of the doctor, but his face still revealed an expression of longing. "From what those people who were caught said, the outside world has undergone a tremendous change."

A person could use something called an airplane to fly in the sky. They could use a car as a substitute for walking. The distance of a thousand miles was nothing more than a fleeting moment. The lights were bright and the traffic was light. "All kinds of new machines are very exciting to hear."

"Huh? Old Poison, you can't be thinking of — "As an old friend who had lived for more than two hundred years, his understanding of Poison was basically the same as his own understanding of himself."

"Yes, I'm going out."

The strange doctor sat back down on the chair. "You still want to go out? If that drug is as useless as it used to be, or if it has some unknown effect, then we will all die without a burial! Maybe he will spare us for all these years that we've worked for him! "

"Spare us? "Haha …"

As if he had heard the funniest joke, the monster that was immersed in fantasy suddenly laughed, but its voice was filled with sorrow, "Monster, should I call you childish, or should I say you believe in that monster too much?"

The Poison Monster glanced at the Medicine King. "Since two hundred years ago, he caught us and brought us here, when we were still young, to this room." The Poison Monster pointed at the two bookshelves in the room and fiercely pulled out one of the books.

"Force us to learn these books, feed us some unknown medicine, control our lives, and poison both you and I …" All of this was to achieve his goal. But now, without the tools to make use of their value, is there still any use for them? "

The monster nodded, "You are right, even without us, he can still nurture another group of people to make the demonic liquid. There's plenty of time for that old monster, and he's our Hades. If he wants us to live, we will live. If he wants us to die, we will die. "

He looked out the window at the dark underground palace. No matter how many torches were placed on the stone walls, they were still unable to illuminate all of the darkness. In the depths of the forest, no matter how many humans there were, they were still filled with the aura of death.

"Run …"

"Run …"

The two of them spoke at the same time. Their simple words were filled with determination, but there was also helplessness mixed within.

They smiled at each other in tacit understanding. The Poison Monster glanced at the person who was tied together because of the Fated Silk Strings and said with a smile, "Since we're going to escape, we have to make a good escape!"

Under the strange doctor's puzzled gaze, he picked up the pen and paper. "The final recipe for this medicine, and the most important recipe, is written by us."

Seeing the Poison Monster write so quickly, the Fairy Doctor finally understood. Perhaps, by doing this, he would be able to give us a way out. At the very least, he wouldn't want to capture us and kill us first.

Having done all this, the Poison Monster placed the piece of paper on the table where they usually did experiments, and the two of them entered their own rooms.

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