Chapter 33 Drug Raw Material Production Base

Hell, what a loud noun.

No matter how different the East and West are, it eventually derives the term hell, which sounds like a gust of wind.

This is the gathering of evil, this is the nest of evil, this is the root of evil, and this is the endorsement of violence. In short, everything that can think of bad things is related to here.

But in fact, if in the conceptual and most primitive sense, this is just a prison, the legendary prison dominated by heaven and earth is used to imprison the souls of the wicked after death, torture them day after day, and pay the price for the sins of life that can never be repaid.

Since the birth of the name of hell, few people have been willing to come to this place, or even mention it.

Everyone wants to go to heaven to enjoy happiness, and they don't want to go to hell to be humiliated by those demons or ghosts.

There is a hellished gate under Takanoyama, which is shocking enough.

But today, there is such a team of people who want to go to hell, and they still try their best to go to hell in front of others at all costs.

This is simply an incomprehensible madness.

When he heard Lu Xiangbei say this, Yong Bowen was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth for a moment, so he stared at Lu Xiangbei with suspicion.

Everything must happen for a reason. There is only one reason why this group of mages can risk their lives to go to hell, that is, the benefits that Yu Chengshi once said to take away from Koya Mountain before the war. Now it seems that this great benefit is in hell! But what benefits can there be in hell to make a bright and promising arms leader like Yu Chengshi want to get!

Lu Xiangbei ignored Yong Bowen. After confirming that there was no danger and that Yong Bowen was healthy, the command entered the transparent portal.

Yong Bowen followed the team, and the last one entered the door. He came back to the strange world where fire and flowers coexist.

Seeing the scene in front of you, even the well-disciplined combat mages can't help but have a small **.

The scene in front of us is really amazing.

Lu Xiangbei looked at the blue sea of flowers in the lava field and looked a little excited, but then his expression became strange and frowned, "No!"

Yong Bowen's heart moved and asked, "What's wrong?"

Lu Xiangbei pointed to the flower sea and said, "Normally, there should be a ghost in the flower field ploughing and harvesting, but why can't you see a ghost here?"

"What kind of ghost? What is this flower field? Do you know this place or have you been here? Why are we coming here?"

Yong Bowen shook out a series of questions in his heart.

Lu Xiangbei pointed to the lava flower field and said, "That's the magic flower field. The smoke spewed from the stamens is magic pollen. After collecting and refining, it is the magic soul powder! Now these pollens are flowing away in vain, which is definitely a great loss.

It's actually a magic soul powder!

When Yong Bowen first came into contact with the magic soul powder or when he joined hands with Qian Zengxiang to deal with Mr. Pang, he saw with his own eyes the terrible scene of a good little fat man turning into an alien after taking the magic soul powder. Only then did he know that there was such a kind of drug in the magic world. The impression of this magic soul powder has not been very good. .

It's just that Pang Zengxiang said that this magic soul powder came from the West, but why is there such a large area of planting in Japan, and it is still in what hell!

Yong Bowen asked, "Isn't the magic soul powder produced in the West? How can it be here in Japan?" Lu Xiangbei explained, "This plantation is not in Japan, but you can enter here through that portal. This is no longer a human boundary. Zhenyanzong is the first place in the world to produce magic soul powder, and it is also the source of nearly 60% of magic soul powder in the world. Yong Bowen felt a little disgusted. He pointed to the magic flower field and asked, "Chairman Yu took so much effort to let you come here to grab these magic soul powders?" Lu Xiangbei categorically denied, "Of course not! We are going to destroy this portal!" Yong Bowen couldn't help but respect Yu Chengshi. He didn't expect that this arms boss was still an anti-drugist. Just as he wanted to praise him, he didn't want Lu Xiangbei to say, "How much can we take here? Of course, we can't waste precious time on this. Our purpose is to find the owner of this plantation, replace Zhenyanzong to sign an agreement with him, establish coordinates, and reopen the door in China after returning to China. In this way, the whole plantation will be ours!" Yong Bowen's face darkened at that time and he said unhappily, "It turns out that you came to Japan desperately to replace Zhenyanzong as this kind of drug supplier? Although I, Yong Bowen, don't use it, I disdain to go to sell drugs!"

Lu Xiangbei said with a stunned face, "What drugs? What kind of drug trafficking? Who did you hear that the magic soul powder is a drug? Yong Bowen saw Pang Qingheng turn into a alien that night, and remembered the doctor's advice. He sneered and asked, "Isn't it? Don't people get hallucinations and become excited when they eat this kind of thing? Taking too much will also lead to body mutation? Lu Xiangbei said, "Of course not, Master, your understanding of the magic soul powder may be a little wrong. This magic soul powder has a wide range of uses. It can be used for first aid, pharmaceuticals, and can also be used as a chemical additive for the manufacture of magic weapons. It is a rare magic raw material. If you can get the production base of this magic soul powder, it will be very beneficial to the development of the company! As for what you said, direct oral orally is the most wrong usage. The Western mages know little about magic soul powder, and only know that the strength, spirit, physical strength and reaction will increase several times in a short time after taking it, so they use it as a combat agent. But I don't know that this is purely a violent thing, and it is a chronic suicide! Take a small amount of this thing, and after the strength of the medicine, there will produce some uncomfortable reactions, such as weakness, soreness or headache, but if you take too much, the body will mutate sharply under the drug. Once the whole mutation is completed, it will become an inhuman life similar to a demon, and become crazy and lose your mind. Life expectancy is shortened sharply, and you often die within a week. Even if the dosage is controlled, long-term use will cause irreversible damage to the body. Zhenyan Sect's production of magic soul powder is not such a use, but to help practice, increase spiritual strength and control, and will never be taken easily at ordinary times. After the use of the magic soul powder was completely distorted by the Western Methodist, it became a drug circulating in the magic world, and everyone used it so wrongly. Just like opium, it is carefully used as a medicine here, but in the hands of those Westerners, it has become a drug simply used to make money.

Yong Bowen was extremely surprised to hear this and asked suspiciously, "Since you know the real use of magic soul powder, why don't you publicize it and let everyone stop using it?" Lu Xiangbei smiled bitterly and said, "It's not completely wrong to say that this thing is a drug. When a mage has experienced the benefits of taking magic soul powder, he will always be reluctant to leave it like this, but after using it a few times, he will be addicted and have to take it regularly. Even if they know the real use of magic soul powder, it doesn't make any sense. For a drug addict, he knows that it's wrong to take drugs, but how can he not smoke like this? We can't reverse this big trend! And..." He paused and said, "The real use of magic soul powder involves business secrets. How can we publicize it like this? I'm the only one who can say this!"

Yong Bowen was still a little relieved and asked, "Then after we seize this plantation, will we sell magic soul powder for profit?"

"Of course not. We don't have enough raw materials. How can we sell it directly like Zhenyanzong?" Lu Xiangbei smiled and said, "After we make a variety of finished products with magic soul powder, we make more money. Isn't it a hundred times better than selling raw materials directly?"

Yong Bowen thought to himself that if this is the case, it is equivalent to destroying the source of more than 60% of the drug in the magic world, and it is also equivalent to sweeping the poison in disguise. Then he put down the evil feeling and said a little sorry, "Captain Lu, I misunderstood you. I'm sorry."

Lu Xiangbei shook his head and smiled and said, "Master Tianshi, you have made two mistakes in this sentence. First of all, we are our own people. It's really too much to misunderstand you. Secondly, it's normal for you to ask these questions, which shows that you are righteous in your heart and will not be carried away by the huge ** in front of you, which makes me admire you very much. There is no need to apologize at all!"

Yong Bowen was a little embarrassed by Lu Xiangbei. He scratched his head and said, "What kind of righteousness is this? I just think it's poisonous... After all, it's not good..."

The misunderstanding was clearly explained, and the atmosphere returned to harmony.

Lu Xiangbei commanded the crowd to prepare to enter this huge plantation.

Yong Bowen saw that Lu Xiangbei was in an orderly manner. Obviously, he knew it and couldn't help asking, "Captain Lu, where are we going to find the planter?"

Lu Xiangbei said: "According to the intelligence, there should be an island in the center of the plantation, with a gateway to hell..."

Yong Bowen heard the problem, "Aren't we in hell now?"

"I just said that this place can't be regarded as hell, but a buffer zone between hell and the world. It is a place specially opened up for planting Mo Yinghua. Mo Yinghua can't survive in the human environment, and human beings can't stay in hell for too long. It's easy to do business with such a buffer. Lu raised his arm to the north and pointed to the depths of the flower field. "The real door of hell is over there!"

When Yong Bowen came in for the first time, he saw it in a hurry. He was pulled back without seeing it clearly. Hearing what Lu Xiangbei said, he looked in the direction of his finger. Sure enough, he faintly saw an island in the middle of the flower field. A dark round hole could be seen on the island. From time to time, there were arcs in the hole, which looked gloomy. Territ. An arch bridge under the embankment soared into the sky, crossing the flower field and connecting with the island.

The mages took out masks from their backpacks and put them on their heads. Lu Xiangbei also stuffed one for Yong Bowen and asked him to take it on. "The magic pollen contains magic soul powder. When we walk from above, we must pass through the pollen bundle, which prevents inhalation."

Yong Bowen fiddled with the light gas mask in his hand and suddenly said, "Captain Lu, have you been here before?"

"No, this is also the first time."

"Then why do you seem to know everything? Is the thing so well prepared?"

"This is the information provided by the pre-action intelligence team. As for how they know this, I can't know. If Da Tianshi is interested, you can ask Chairman Yu when you go back.

Ready to stop, the team carefully went to the bottom of the embankment, stepped on the arch bridge, and headed for the island in the middle of the flower field.

The arch bridge is thin and narrow, but the shoulders are wide, the thin slates are stitched together, and there is no pillar underneath, but it is firmly in the air, thinking that it is only by casting spells. Everyone could only line up to get on the bridge in turn. People walked on the bridge, the dark clouds rolled on the top, the wind was blowing, the lava under their feet was boiling, and the heat was steaming. Every time they took a step away from the embankment, they felt that they were far away from the world.

The island seemed to be not far away, but it responded to the old saying that the group walked all the way along the bridge for more than an hour, more than a dozen miles before they could come to the island.

It was not clear until it was close. It was said that it was an island, but it was actually a whole square stone, which was 100 meters high. The big black hole on it was a round portal, occupying the center of the whole island. A circle of boulders inlaid with complex runes, deep patterns were engraved on it. The black light floated like black. The colored water surface, from time to time, electric light shoots out, stirring up the black light waves, like water waves. The smelly wind kept blowing out of the door, making people stand unsteady. Fortunately, all the mages who came here were those with profound skills. They held their feet and helped each other. They carefully went down the arch bridge and set foot on the island.

Yong Bowen looked at the black door to hell in front of him, and suddenly remembered the dark door in the World of Warcraft. When he finally reached the 58th level, he was finally able to pass through the door. He followed a group of people and passed through the door happily. At first glance, he saw the long steps fighting hard, and he didn't figure out what was going on. Rushing down to participate in the war, and then naturally destroy it in front of the group of elite monsters... Well, this is really a tragic memory. I hope this tragic mistake will not be repeated in reality.

As soon as I stepped on the island, the sound of chanting Buddha, which seemed to be far away from the sky, suddenly became louder, as if the loudspeaker with the bass volume was suddenly adjusted to the highest volume by someone, which made people's ears buzz, and there was a mess in their heads.

Yong Bowen subconsciously covered his ears, but all the other mages picked up their weapons at the first time. In this place, except for the monks of Zhenyan, who would stand at the gate of hell and recite scriptures?

Everyone set up the battle formation and looked around, but they didn't see any * bald head, and they didn't know where the monk who recited the scriptures was hiding.

Suddenly, a mage pointed to the ground in front of the gate of hell and shouted, "There!" The voice was full of unbelievable suspicion and surprise.

Yong Bowen looked in the direction of the mage's finger and saw a bald head, which was just a bald head.

To be precise, there was a bare head on the ground in front of the door of hell, and the back of his head was facing these newcomers, and the continuous chants came out from this person's head. In fact, if you look carefully, it's not just a human head. There are two shoulders under the human head, but a bare head is so eye-catching that many people ignore the lower shoulder.

With the endless sound of chanting, a string of golden Sanskrit characters came out from under the bald head and flew to the door of hell. Finally, they entered the dirty door space. When they got close, they could see a golden net composed of Sanskrit symbols blocking the whole portal. Xi is constantly impacting behind the golden net, bumping out one strangely shaped bulge after another, as if the bubbles in the rolling water keep coming out, and it will burst when the water boils!

The mages were surprised and scattered into a half-moon shape, slowly approaching the bald back of the head from the back.

Yong Bowen's eyes were sharp. He stared at the bald head carefully for a moment and found that as the golden Sanskrit symbols kept flying out, the shoulders under the bald head were slowly getting smaller, and the bald head slowly fell to the ground, as if there was a streamer below it, constantly devouring the monk's body.

The chanting sound stopped, and a low and hoarse voice came from the bald head, "Is it a Taoist friend of the Mage Association?" This is actually Japanese. Those who understand Japanese can understand it, but Yongda Tianshi who can't understand Japanese can't understand it. But as soon as he heard this sound, Yong Bowen couldn't help whispering, and a strange look appeared on his face. He grabbed in front of other people and rushed to the front of the bald head. Seeing the appearance of the bald head clearly, he couldn't help shouting out, "Baye dead wood!"

The mages made a big noise for a moment. Lu Xiangbei made a quiet gesture and ran to Yong Bowen's side. He carefully looked at the wrinkled old face and took out a PDA from his waist. After carefully comparing the electronic photo of the eight-leaf dead wood, he finally took a cold breath: "The eight-leaf dead wood!"

The most powerful BOSS-level enemy of the Japanese Mage Association, the most powerful BOSS-level enemy, who has shocked the Japanese archipelago for decades, has only one head left!

Of course, this is not the most outrageous place. The most outrageous thing is that the eight-leaf dead wood with only one head is still alive and can recite scriptures. And when he sees Yong Bowen appear in front of him, he can still show a wry smile, and then greets him, "It turns out that it's Yong's benefactor, this poor monk!" At this time, Yong Bowen was still wearing a mask, and I don't know how the only bald monk recognized him.

Yong Bowen, who was shocked, couldn't care about the politeness and blurted out, "Master Eight Leaf, why did you become like this? What about your body?"

The eight-leaf dead wood sighed, "The poor monk is just repaying the fruit of karma. The circle of cause and effect is not happy, and it is reasonable to fall like this. In the past few days, the poor monks have been struggling to support them. Now they have run out of oil and can't hold on for long. Fortunately, you have come in time, and the next thing will work for you!"

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I'm so confused. What taboo does any * light in the bald head violate?