It was merely a chapter recording a certain recipe.
Yet it emitted a peculiar medicinal fragrance that surprised Chen Qi and Sheng Xueqin.
"Sizzling!"
At this moment, the old man gently grasped with fingers like skeletons, and those ancient symbols suddenly gathered together, transforming into a piece of black substance.
This black substance seemed to be crawling, and the wooden material below supported it, while those green flames suddenly became more scorching, as if they were burning those ancient symbols into this black substance.
This thing appeared to have life; at moments, it seemed like bugs crawling, at others, as if sinister ghosts and evil spirits were about to burst out, and sometimes flowing like a gentle stream.
In short, in Chen Qi and Sheng Xueqin's eyes, it was truly bizarre.
At this moment.
Chen Yuan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and murmured, "Nether Turtle Grass, Divine Nether Water, Chen Ghost Heart…"
