Fully Automatic Alchemy Furnace

The thing that Lin Xiaofan regretted most in his life was taking this black mine job for three low-grade spiritual stones. At this moment, he was buried deep underground, and the gravel was crushing his ribs. On the verge of death, the broken ancestral incense burner suddenly emits a strange red light. "Ancestor, you just want to leave a leaky job, but you want to blind me before you die?" The red light swallowed up the meteorite falling above the head, and a cold metal interface emerged from the broken incense burner. [The fully automatic alchemy furnace is starting up...] Lin Xiaofan grabbed weeds and gravel and threw it into the furnace mouth. "Anyway, it means death. Why don't you try this thing to make a pot of rice?" The furnace buzzed, the light was overflowing, and ten bigu pills that were as round as jade rolled down into the palm of my hand. The fragrance of red dandelion instantly dispels the rancid smell of the mine. He held the elixir and murmured to himself: "Three hundred years of common sense in alchemy... Seems to have been shattered even more thoroughly than in this mine."