Alchemist of Rebirth

In a dark and damp room, there is no light at all.

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps coming from nowhere, "Tap, tap, tap..." The footsteps approached from far away, accompanied by a faint light, a figure in a black robe, shrouded in darkness walked slowly. into the room.

This is a messy and dark basement, the walls are surrounded by sundries, a large table in the center is full of bottles and jars, and there are many scattered manuscripts.

On the side of the manuscript are many strangely shaped instruments. In the glass bottles on one side, there are many animal skulls or specimens, and on the other side are beakers filled with liquids of various strange colors.

The visitor put the oil lamp in his hand on the table, then turned around and went to the cabinet by the wall to fiddle with it, then walked back to the table with a handful of powder, and sprinkled the powder in his hand into the oil lamp.

I saw that the flame that was weak and almost extinguished suddenly burned more violently with a "boom", and the whole basement suddenly became much brighter.

In the flickering flames, the whole body of the visitor was still hidden in the black robe, the one-piece black robe tightly wrapped his body, and the wide brim of the hat on his head covered most of his features, only a line could be seen A beautiful jaw.

He stretched out a hand slowly, half of the arm exposed outside the robe, his complexion was pale.

He skillfully placed several beakers in front of his eyes, then took out a booklet from his pocket, opened the booklet and read it carefully, and prepared the required materials one by one.

He first dropped the green liquid into the flask, then added three drops of the purple liquid, and then took out the body of a little mouse from the glass bottle, and cut off a small piece of the mouse's tail.

After throwing the mouse tail into the flask, he reached out and touched the alcohol lamp, and the alcohol lamp was lit.After putting the flask on, he dripped black liquid and pink liquid.

As the liquid in the flask started to bubble, he moved faster and faster, throwing the materials listed on the pamphlet into the flask one by one, and soon, he reached the last item.

He picked up a small wooden box, and when he opened it, there was a small black stone inside. His fingers rubbed on the small stone, showing that he cherished and valued the small stone very much.

Seeing that the liquid in the flask was boiling more and more, he finally carefully put the small stone in, but the next moment, the flames that exploded in front of him and the flames rushing towards his face swallowed him all at once. ...

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Chu Huai's first thought when he woke up was to mourn his little stone.

That black stone was not an ordinary one, he got it after a lot of hard work, and it was the closest stone to the Philosopher's Stone in this world.

The Philosopher's Stone, also known as the Philosopher's Stone, is also known as the "philosopher's stone". It is said that the Philosopher's Stone can turn non-precious metals into gold, and can also refine the elixir of life.

The Philosopher's Stone is a spiritual stone that every alchemist racks his brains and tries every means to successfully refine it.

According to legend, in 1382, Nicolas Flamel of the Kingdom of France successfully refined the Philosopher's Stone.

By chance, Chu Huai not only found the closest stone to the Philosopher's Stone, but also obtained the alchemy manuscript of Nicholas Flamel.

That booklet spent most of his life's savings, but the result was that his life's hard work was instantly destroyed.

Thinking of the big explosion just now, Chu Huai felt distressed for a while. The materials he had collected for a long time were gone, as well as the various medicines he finally concocted, as well as the manuscripts over the years, all were buried in the fire pit.

Just when he wanted to continue mourning the huge loss, a sudden sharp pain came from his head.

Only then did he suddenly remember that he was the closest to the source of the explosion at that time, how could he survive such a violent explosion and fierce flames?

Even if he used potions to change his physique and extend his life, it didn't mean he was immortal.

He is just a person, he will bleed and hurt when he is injured, and he will die if it is more serious.

Therefore, the headache at this time made his heart thump and beat fast. Could it be that he survived the catastrophe and escaped the big explosion?

As he woke up longer, his thoughts and perception gradually recovered. Before he opened his eyes, he guessed that he should be lying on a bed. Could it be that someone saved him?

Full of doubts, Chu Huai slowly opened his eyes.

All that came into view was white.

Chu Huai's pupils shrank, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes. White was the color he hated the most. Having dealt with darkness for a long time, he was naturally disgusted with white, and felt that white represented hypocrisy.

His eyeballs rolled around, and he really couldn't see where he was, and there were some strange pipelines connected to his body, and the bed was full of instruments he had never seen before.

He blinked and sat up, at this moment, someone suddenly opened the door and walked in.

"Yo, you're finally awake." The visitor, dressed in casual clothes, greeted him flirtatiously.

There was a flash of surprise in Chu Huai's eyes. The person in front of him was wearing clothes he had never seen before, and was speaking a language he had never heard before, but strangely, he could understand it.

Seeing that he was silent, the visitor chuckled, "I said Chu Huai, you are just a small stuntman, you offended the director, and now you're lying in the hospital because of yourself."

Chu Huai frowned, wondering how the other party knew his name.

And what is a stuntman?What is a director again? ...but at least he knew he was in the hospital.

Seeing that he was still looking dead, the other party spat, "Tsk, who are you showing this dead look to? There are few unspoken rules in the circle? It's your luck that the director can see you."

"...Who are you?" Chu Huai waited for him to finish speaking, stared at him for a few seconds, and asked slowly.

"Fuck! You don't even know me? I'm your uncle!" The other party was so angry that he jumped, but seeing that Chu Huai's expression did not seem to be fake, his eyes were also confused. Then, he paused and cursed in a low voice, " Damn it! Is it possible that you really broke your brain?"

He didn't bother to answer Chu Huai's question, and hurried out of the ward again, intending to find Chu Huai's attending doctor.

Seeing him turn around and leave, Chu Huai shrugged his shoulders and looked away, focusing on the instruments beside the bed and the pipelines on his body.

He looked at a thin needle pierced into the back of his left hand. The other end of the needle was connected to a thin tube, and then he looked up along the tube. A transparent bag was hanging aside.

He stretched out his hand and poked the bag, studied it for a while, and then saw the doorway, knowing that the liquid in the bag should have entered his body along the tube.

After he figured it out, he frowned and pulled out the needle immediately.

How can this unknown liquid enter the body, it is too dangerous.

Because of his rudeness, the pinhole on the back of his left hand began to emit small drops of blood. Without thinking, he brought the back of his hand to his mouth, and licked the blood that was slowly oozing out with his tongue.

It's just that as soon as he licked it, his movements suddenly froze, no, it's not his blood, the taste is completely different.

He spent countless painstaking efforts and prepared many medicines to improve all aspects of his body. Because he drank various medicines, his blood also changed.

His blood is no longer full of pungent fishy smell, but has a faint fragrance, and the taste has become sweet, but what he tastes now is a disgusting fishy sweetness.

His heart suddenly became panicked, what happened to his body?

It wasn't until this time that he suddenly woke up, and the joy that he thought he was saved gradually faded away.

In fact, as early as the moment he opened his eyes, he had a vague feeling that something was wrong, but he subconsciously didn't want to believe it, but now, he can no longer deceive himself or others.

Even if he was rescued, how could his body be intact?After such a strong big explosion, the probability of him surviving is almost zero, and the probability of his body not being damaged after surviving is even more equal to zero.

Coupled with the weird room, strange equipment, and the strange man just now, and the strange language, all of this is abnormal. Seeing his good hands and feet, for the first time in his life, he felt a sense of uneasiness in his heart.

Just when he was in a daze, the door was opened again.

Chu Huai looked at the group of people who came in, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, he forced himself to calm down, and sat on the bed expressionlessly.

A man in white came to the bed and asked him some questions. Except for his own name, he couldn't answer the rest. Not only did he not know the answer, but sometimes he couldn't even understand the man's language. .

For example, the man said that he fell from the "Wia" and fell into a coma when he was on the "set", and he may have a "concussion" because of the impact on his head.

Looking at Chu Huai's bewildered face, Lu Qin turned to Xu Zhao and said, "Mr. Chu probably lost his memory for a short time due to a severe blow to his brain. The detailed situation can only be confirmed after inspection."

"Hurry up and arrange the examination." Xu Zhao waved his hands impatiently, staring at Chu Huai on the bed with a gloomy face.

"I see, Mr. Xu, don't worry, the result will come out soon." After Lu Qin finished speaking, he checked Chu Huai again, and left the ward with the nurse.

"Except for the name, how much do you remember?" Xu Zhao walked to the hospital bed with some impatience in his tone.

Chu Huai didn't answer. In fact, he remembered everything, but what he remembered was everything about being an alchemist, not some "stand-in actor" or "Wia".