Three days before the demolition, the small sapphire stove left behind by grandpa suddenly spoke. In the furnace lived the real man Alchemy from three hundred years ago. He said: Your father is not dead, his soul is still pressed at the bottom of the furnace in Linjiang City. The Zhenling Division is looking for him, Chunhui Real Estate is digging the ground under his feet, and there is half a prescription hidden in the old case. Shen Yan held the copper coin tightly: Then refine it furnace after furnace and bring the person back.
He only does one thing - making alchemy. The Qingxin Dan cures insomnia, the Rejuvenation Pill cures internal injuries, and the Fire Spirit Pill prolongs life.
But some of the pills in this world can save people, and some can eat people. The dregs of the Corpse Heart Pill are floating in the blood pool, and there are living people who have been drained of their essence and blood lying on the thirteenth floor. Someone at the Alchemy Conference wants to use the entire city's alchemy masters as sacrifices...
Shen Yan held the stove in his arms and said to the girl who would not live to be thirty years old: "As long as I am here, you will not die."
The fire has been burning for three hundred years, and tonight, it is his turn to make a final decision.
