I Rely on Alchemy to Raise Ferocious Beasts

When Shen Muyan slapped it down, the last sound Su Qingyao heard was the sound of her wrist bones cracking. Then she started falling. The figures on the top of the cliff became smaller and smaller, and Liu Yanran's voice floated down from above: "Let's go. In the abyss, the probability of not falling to death is smaller than the magic pill dropped from the sky." Su Qingyao is not dead. She was lying on the gravel pile at the bottom of the valley, her spiritual veins were broken, her Dantian was empty, and she could not stand up. She lay down for a while, then used another hand to push herself up. At this time, another memory came into her mind - the white coat in the laboratory, the record book of the 137th drug test, the dried crucible, the black and purple blood, and a pair of well-joined hands that took away her last manuscript. In both lives, my heart was ripped out and then stabbed from behind. She wasn't going to die again. She stood up supporting the cliff, and a wisp of fire appeared in her palm, as thin as a matchstick. She used that wisp of fire to refine an elixir, which was light golden in color and had a thin thread swimming inside. The moment she swallowed it, the broken spiritual veins grew again - she stood up straight. The smell of the elixir did not attract the elixir, but attracted something from the darkness at the bottom of the valley. It squatted in the shadows all night, watching her, neither approaching nor leaving. She leaned against the stone wall, clutching the remaining elixir, and said to the dark place: "Before dawn, if you haven't left yet, I will go there." There was no response from the dark place, but the sound of breathing stopped when she said this. Before dawn, she had to feed that unknown thing. After daybreak - she was going to kill someone.