Chapter 245 Potion and Infernal Corpse
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
Tang Mi was about to take it, when John took off the mask and put the bowl close to his mouth.
Taking a sip, John felt as if someone had hit his head hard.
He stabilized his mind, and the knuckles that clasped the stone basin turned white.
"My lord?" Tang Mi was taken aback for a moment, and then became very anxious.
Don't even care about the earplugs falling off.
John raised his hand to stop him from coming over to snatch the bowl, and said in a hoarse voice, "Tang Mi, remember what you just said."
Tang Mi didn't understand, and shouted: "Master, let me drink, you should let me drink."
He was so excited that he even roared out of composure: "What if something happens to you?"
"Tang Mi, if it were someone else, I would do as you said without hesitation." John held the bowl and looked at Tang Mi, trying to keep himself expressionless.
"I order you now, be careful around you." John ordered Tang Mi forcefully, and John took a deep breath.
As he said, if someone else was here, he would not hesitate to let the other person drink it.
Unfortunately, the person here is Tang Mi.
In the magical world, Tang Mi's status in John's heart is more of a friend than a subordinate.
He needs to estimate the result on the premise of Tang Mi's life.
John took a sip just now, and the emerald green liquid will drain one's spirit.
He was like this, if it were Tang Mi, he might go completely crazy before he finished drinking.
Voldemort was a genius, no doubt about it.
Even this kind of potion can be made, it would be a pity not to be a minister of the Ministry of punishment.
After gulping down the emerald green liquid in the bowl, John staggered a bit, and put his hands on the stone basin to stabilize himself.
Tang Mi couldn't bear it, and was about to come, John yelled loudly: "Do your part, I won't die, Voldemort is not that kind, let me die so happily."
He knew what kind of man Voldemort was, and he wanted more pain than death.
Bending his body down, John felt a splitting headache, and his mind was filled with various memories.
It was as if his brain had been smashed and reassembled, and the painful expression was suppressed.
He continued to scoop up a bowl of liquid, this time he poured it directly into his mouth without pausing.
Not a drop of liquid fell, and the liquid in the stone basin was a little less.
As he thought, there was nothing to do with this thing but drink it.
And it can only have a beginning and an end, even if John drinks half of it and gives it to Tang Mi to drink.
After thinking everything through, John told Tang Mi: "No matter what happens, let me drink up the liquid, even if I beg you for mercy, don't be soft."
"My lord." Tang Mi clenched his fists and finally nodded in agreement.
John scooped up the third bowl and drank it. He felt his fingers cramp, and he almost lost his grip.
Not just mentally, but physically as well.
Various images kept appearing in front of John's eyes, and painful memories flooded up like a tide.
He couldn't help but let out a low cry, his fingers tightly grasping the stone basin, if it wasn't for the creation of magic, it might have been broken.
He endured the pain and scooped out the fourth bowl inside.
He was a little unsteady, so he simply closed his eyes to block out all the unpleasant things.
Bringing the bowl to his mouth, he found that his hand was out of control, preventing himself from drinking.
At this time, John looked at Tang Mi.
He had obviously endured unbearable pain, but at this moment his eyes were full of pleading.
It is not for Tang Mi to save him, but for Tang Mi to fulfill his promise.
Tang Mi's eyes were red, he was panting heavily, his arms trembled slightly.
Grabbing John's hand, he brought the bowl close to John's lips.
John wanted to laugh, but he couldn't.
After drinking the bowl, he closed his eyes, and the expression on his face gradually became terrified.
This time he didn't even have the strength to stabilize his body, he fell and almost rolled into the lake.
"grown ups!"
Tang Mi rushed over to catch John, his eyes were scarlet, very frightening.
John grabbed Tang Mi suddenly, and unconsciously said, "Drink."
Tang Mi's whole body trembled, holding back his grief, and scooped it out from the stone basin again.
As one of strong will, drink with the fifth bowl.
John has basically lost his language function, his body is twitching, and he doesn't feel his fingers being cut by stones.
It was as if there were a hundred dementors surrounding him, and everything about him would leave him.
He could beg for mercy, but for some reason he didn't make a sound.
Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and he bit his mouth open.
"My lord, I really can't, stop."
Tang Mi trembled and looked embarrassed, hoping to hear a beg for mercy from John's mouth.
Even if there is only one sentence, he can convince himself to take John away.
Scoop out the sixth bowl from the stone basin, which is already half empty.
John's tightly closed mouth squeezed a gap, allowing the liquid to enter.
This bowl is drunk very slowly, every second is suffering.
Tang Mi begged: "My lord, let's leave, you can't drink any more."
There was no response, Tang Mi's heart felt like a knife was twisted.
He couldn't do anything to vent his anger, so he could only go to scoop up the seventh bowl.
In fact, John was already close to the limit in the fourth bowl, but he used spiritual magic on himself before drinking it.
Psychic magic hinted at him to let him drink, no matter what.
At the same time, there is no way to speak.
Consciousness is condensed into one point, and the only thing left is these two hints.
In the seventh bowl, John struggled physically, as if an invisible person was torturing him.
The consciousness returned to the Azkaban laboratory in Extis, and the endless torture amplified the pain a hundred times, making his life worse than death.
With great difficulty, Tang Mi held John who almost hit his head against the stone basin. He used a gentle tone that he had never had in his life, as if he was coaxing a child.
"My lord, it will be fine soon, just hold on a little longer, just for a while."
Trying not to let himself collapse, Tang Mi knew that he could die, but he must not let John's efforts go to waste.
Having said that, he raised his hand several times, but he couldn't stop shaking.
He scolded angrily: "Stop shaking, you coward!"
Opening his mouth, his canine teeth pierced his arm, and the blood and pain finally stopped his hands from shaking.
He scooped out the eighth bowl, and the emerald green liquid in the stone basin was about to bottom out.
Passed the bowl to John's mouth, but John didn't open his mouth.
Is it going to fall short?
In a hurry, Tang Mi pinched John's mouth open forcefully, and stuffed his fingers against John's teeth.
The liquid entered along the throat, John clenched his teeth subconsciously, and Tang Mi felt pain in his fingers.
Sweat ran down his cheeks, Tang Mi didn't take out his fingers, he went to scoop the ninth bowl.
The stone basin was much less, and the ninth bowl was poured into John's mouth.
This time John finally stopped talking, and he screamed, extremely shrill.
"Let me...leave..."
John's psychological defense was torn apart, and Tang Mi endured his grief.
As he scooped the liquid, the bowl scraped to the bottom, leaving only a thin layer.
"It will be soon, it will be soon, my lord."
He held down the screaming John with all his strength and poured the liquid into it.
John felt that he was going to die, and the thought filled his mind, and he stopped gradually.
The breath of life dropped rapidly.
Tang Mi gave John the tenth bowl to drink, and immediately scooped out the last bowl without stopping.
Looking at John who was no longer struggling, he poured the last bowl into it.
John's Adam's apple moved slightly until the last drop was gone, and he was completely still.
"My lord, wake up!"
Tang Mi dropped the bowl and called John eagerly.
Taking out his wand, he casts a spell on John: "Enervate"
John still didn't move, which made Tang Mi very scared.
"Recover quickly!"
"Revitalization!"
"Recover quickly!"
He kept using spells for healing, but John still didn't respond.
"grown ups--!"
Now Tang Mi couldn't hold back anymore, he yelled heart-piercingly.
at this time.
On the edge of the black lake, a pale hand grabbed John's foot and was about to drag him down.
Tang Mi noticed this scene and waved his magic wand like crazy.
The curse was attacking the corpse in the black lake, and he was already red-eyed.
There are more and more ghosts, and they seem to be unable to kill them all.
When Tang Mi was dealing with the Yin Corpse, a mouse hiding on the island in the middle of the lake took the opportunity to run to the stone basin.
The original emerald green liquid has disappeared, replaced by a gold locket at the bottom.
The mouse picked up the locket, with a look of pride in its small eyes.
Looking at John, who was no longer moving, there was hatred in his eyes.
Just when the Yin Corpse was about to drag the two of them down, the mouse looked again, and the person who should have been silent had opened his eyes.
That moment.
The mouse's hair exploded.
. . .
Taking a sip, John felt as if someone had hit his head hard.
He stabilized his mind, and the knuckles that clasped the stone basin turned white.
"My lord?" Tang Mi was taken aback for a moment, and then became very anxious.
Don't even care about the earplugs falling off.
John raised his hand to stop him from coming over to snatch the bowl, and said in a hoarse voice, "Tang Mi, remember what you just said."
Tang Mi didn't understand, and shouted: "Master, let me drink, you should let me drink."
He was so excited that he even roared out of composure: "What if something happens to you?"
"Tang Mi, if it were someone else, I would do as you said without hesitation." John held the bowl and looked at Tang Mi, trying to keep himself expressionless.
"I order you now, be careful around you." John ordered Tang Mi forcefully, and John took a deep breath.
As he said, if someone else was here, he would not hesitate to let the other person drink it.
Unfortunately, the person here is Tang Mi.
In the magical world, Tang Mi's status in John's heart is more of a friend than a subordinate.
He needs to estimate the result on the premise of Tang Mi's life.
John took a sip just now, and the emerald green liquid will drain one's spirit.
He was like this, if it were Tang Mi, he might go completely crazy before he finished drinking.
Voldemort was a genius, no doubt about it.
Even this kind of potion can be made, it would be a pity not to be a minister of the Ministry of punishment.
After gulping down the emerald green liquid in the bowl, John staggered a bit, and put his hands on the stone basin to stabilize himself.
Tang Mi couldn't bear it, and was about to come, John yelled loudly: "Do your part, I won't die, Voldemort is not that kind, let me die so happily."
He knew what kind of man Voldemort was, and he wanted more pain than death.
Bending his body down, John felt a splitting headache, and his mind was filled with various memories.
It was as if his brain had been smashed and reassembled, and the painful expression was suppressed.
He continued to scoop up a bowl of liquid, this time he poured it directly into his mouth without pausing.
Not a drop of liquid fell, and the liquid in the stone basin was a little less.
As he thought, there was nothing to do with this thing but drink it.
And it can only have a beginning and an end, even if John drinks half of it and gives it to Tang Mi to drink.
After thinking everything through, John told Tang Mi: "No matter what happens, let me drink up the liquid, even if I beg you for mercy, don't be soft."
"My lord." Tang Mi clenched his fists and finally nodded in agreement.
John scooped up the third bowl and drank it. He felt his fingers cramp, and he almost lost his grip.
Not just mentally, but physically as well.
Various images kept appearing in front of John's eyes, and painful memories flooded up like a tide.
He couldn't help but let out a low cry, his fingers tightly grasping the stone basin, if it wasn't for the creation of magic, it might have been broken.
He endured the pain and scooped out the fourth bowl inside.
He was a little unsteady, so he simply closed his eyes to block out all the unpleasant things.
Bringing the bowl to his mouth, he found that his hand was out of control, preventing himself from drinking.
At this time, John looked at Tang Mi.
He had obviously endured unbearable pain, but at this moment his eyes were full of pleading.
It is not for Tang Mi to save him, but for Tang Mi to fulfill his promise.
Tang Mi's eyes were red, he was panting heavily, his arms trembled slightly.
Grabbing John's hand, he brought the bowl close to John's lips.
John wanted to laugh, but he couldn't.
After drinking the bowl, he closed his eyes, and the expression on his face gradually became terrified.
This time he didn't even have the strength to stabilize his body, he fell and almost rolled into the lake.
"grown ups!"
Tang Mi rushed over to catch John, his eyes were scarlet, very frightening.
John grabbed Tang Mi suddenly, and unconsciously said, "Drink."
Tang Mi's whole body trembled, holding back his grief, and scooped it out from the stone basin again.
As one of strong will, drink with the fifth bowl.
John has basically lost his language function, his body is twitching, and he doesn't feel his fingers being cut by stones.
It was as if there were a hundred dementors surrounding him, and everything about him would leave him.
He could beg for mercy, but for some reason he didn't make a sound.
Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and he bit his mouth open.
"My lord, I really can't, stop."
Tang Mi trembled and looked embarrassed, hoping to hear a beg for mercy from John's mouth.
Even if there is only one sentence, he can convince himself to take John away.
Scoop out the sixth bowl from the stone basin, which is already half empty.
John's tightly closed mouth squeezed a gap, allowing the liquid to enter.
This bowl is drunk very slowly, every second is suffering.
Tang Mi begged: "My lord, let's leave, you can't drink any more."
There was no response, Tang Mi's heart felt like a knife was twisted.
He couldn't do anything to vent his anger, so he could only go to scoop up the seventh bowl.
In fact, John was already close to the limit in the fourth bowl, but he used spiritual magic on himself before drinking it.
Psychic magic hinted at him to let him drink, no matter what.
At the same time, there is no way to speak.
Consciousness is condensed into one point, and the only thing left is these two hints.
In the seventh bowl, John struggled physically, as if an invisible person was torturing him.
The consciousness returned to the Azkaban laboratory in Extis, and the endless torture amplified the pain a hundred times, making his life worse than death.
With great difficulty, Tang Mi held John who almost hit his head against the stone basin. He used a gentle tone that he had never had in his life, as if he was coaxing a child.
"My lord, it will be fine soon, just hold on a little longer, just for a while."
Trying not to let himself collapse, Tang Mi knew that he could die, but he must not let John's efforts go to waste.
Having said that, he raised his hand several times, but he couldn't stop shaking.
He scolded angrily: "Stop shaking, you coward!"
Opening his mouth, his canine teeth pierced his arm, and the blood and pain finally stopped his hands from shaking.
He scooped out the eighth bowl, and the emerald green liquid in the stone basin was about to bottom out.
Passed the bowl to John's mouth, but John didn't open his mouth.
Is it going to fall short?
In a hurry, Tang Mi pinched John's mouth open forcefully, and stuffed his fingers against John's teeth.
The liquid entered along the throat, John clenched his teeth subconsciously, and Tang Mi felt pain in his fingers.
Sweat ran down his cheeks, Tang Mi didn't take out his fingers, he went to scoop the ninth bowl.
The stone basin was much less, and the ninth bowl was poured into John's mouth.
This time John finally stopped talking, and he screamed, extremely shrill.
"Let me...leave..."
John's psychological defense was torn apart, and Tang Mi endured his grief.
As he scooped the liquid, the bowl scraped to the bottom, leaving only a thin layer.
"It will be soon, it will be soon, my lord."
He held down the screaming John with all his strength and poured the liquid into it.
John felt that he was going to die, and the thought filled his mind, and he stopped gradually.
The breath of life dropped rapidly.
Tang Mi gave John the tenth bowl to drink, and immediately scooped out the last bowl without stopping.
Looking at John who was no longer struggling, he poured the last bowl into it.
John's Adam's apple moved slightly until the last drop was gone, and he was completely still.
"My lord, wake up!"
Tang Mi dropped the bowl and called John eagerly.
Taking out his wand, he casts a spell on John: "Enervate"
John still didn't move, which made Tang Mi very scared.
"Recover quickly!"
"Revitalization!"
"Recover quickly!"
He kept using spells for healing, but John still didn't respond.
"grown ups--!"
Now Tang Mi couldn't hold back anymore, he yelled heart-piercingly.
at this time.
On the edge of the black lake, a pale hand grabbed John's foot and was about to drag him down.
Tang Mi noticed this scene and waved his magic wand like crazy.
The curse was attacking the corpse in the black lake, and he was already red-eyed.
There are more and more ghosts, and they seem to be unable to kill them all.
When Tang Mi was dealing with the Yin Corpse, a mouse hiding on the island in the middle of the lake took the opportunity to run to the stone basin.
The original emerald green liquid has disappeared, replaced by a gold locket at the bottom.
The mouse picked up the locket, with a look of pride in its small eyes.
Looking at John, who was no longer moving, there was hatred in his eyes.
Just when the Yin Corpse was about to drag the two of them down, the mouse looked again, and the person who should have been silent had opened his eyes.
That moment.
The mouse's hair exploded.
. . .
