Jenkins bent down to pick up the syringe, unable to see what was inside because the metal tube was opaque.
But after trying to shake it, there was reddish-brown blood oozing from the junction of the syringe's rusty metal piston, and he even saw blood-sesame-like flocs. Even if it's just tomato juice in it, the juice is definitely bad.
After sniffing it lightly, what I smelled was blood, but it was not pure.
"What's this?"
he asked again.
"You just need to tell me whether you can do it or not."
said the old woman.
"But I gave you money."
Jenkins emphasized, and sure enough, he saw an annoyed expression on the old woman's face, but fortunately, Jenkins' sin coins are still very useful:
"It's blood."
"Blood of what? It's not yours, is it?"
"Of course not, stranger, you'd better not inquire so much."
The old woman's expression was treacherous, as if she was expecting Jenkins to spend money to find out more information, but Jenkins had no such intention.
The bell ringer also said not to inquire too much about things, but the bell ringer mostly had good intentions, while the old woman was definitely mostly malicious. Jenkins promised the bell ringer not to ask too much about the truth about the town, but that didn't mean he would foolishly inject something he didn't know.
"What kind of blood is this?"
"I can't tell you unless you add more money. But I can tell you what's in the blood, that's the echo, that's the imprint, that's the residue of the soul. This blood is the precious material that flows into us from the outside world , can let the people in the town see the outside world, absorb the 'nutrient' in the blood, and never remain calm. Ask one last time, do you want to inject, if not, I will close the door."
"Then I'll give it a try."
Knowing that the contents of the metal syringe had a black aura, Jenkins still rolled up his left sleeve, stuck the needle into his arm, and pushed the plunger to inject the contents into his body with pressure. (Note)
He didn't use much force, but the piston was pushed all the way to the end, allowing all the fluid in the needle to enter Jenkins' arm.
Pull out the needle, centered on the small hole in the arm, the blood vessel protrudes like it is about to burst from under the skin. Jenkins felt an extremely cold feeling from the position of the arm to the whole body, and the first change brought about by this was that Jenkins's spirit actually increased:
"Is there such a good thing?"
Then the numbness spread to the whole body, and Jenkins' expression froze, but soon the green breath drove away the discomfort in his body, and finally a phantom appeared before his eyes.
It wasn't that his vision had completely changed, he could still see the dilapidated house in front of him, and the old woman with a malicious expression poking her head out of the crack in the door. The vision was superimposed on reality, and Jenkins saw a woman, a middle-aged woman hurrying down the street with a bag of bread.
Judging from the surrounding scenery, this is probably the modern time of the present time of the material world. The woman holds the bread in her left hand and leads a little girl in her right hand. The girl's clothes were also a little worn out, and there were even two patches of floral cloth around her waist. But at least that dress was clean, making the girl look refreshed too.
"I want candy."
The girl raised her head and said to the woman.
"No, there is no money at home."
The middle-aged woman answered sternly, and the former girl's hand left the window of the candy store.
The girl lowered her head and stopped talking, but Jenkins could clearly see a blood-red ghostly brilliance lingering in her heart. Afterwards, that smear of blood overwhelmed the phantom in front of him.
The phantom collapsed, and Jenkins returned to normal before his eyes.
"What do you see?"
The old woman asked with some expectation, Jenkins looked at her suspiciously, and then described what he saw. The corners of the old woman's mouth split open:
"Wonderful! Wonderful! This blood is really wonderful!"
As she spoke, she kicked the twelve dice to the crack of the door. Of course, it was impossible for such a coincidence that all the dice landed on the ground between the door, and a few bounced down the threshold and landed in the mud in front of the door.
"What's exciting?"
Jenkins asked instead of picking up the dice immediately.
"A little girl who still doesn't understand the world, because she doesn't know the hard work of her family, feels resentful for not being able to get what she wants, and finally brews this sweet blood brew. Is there anything more exciting than this?"
There was finally joy in the old woman's tone.
"Maybe she ended up doing nothing."
"No, she must have done it, otherwise the blood wouldn't have flowed here."
The old woman slammed the door excitedly, Jenkins looked at the door quietly, and said after a while:
"This strange situation is really disgusting."
Then he bent down and honestly began to pick up the dice.
Although Jenkins was very dissatisfied with what happened just now, he must also admit that if the following routines followed, it would be easy to get out of this strange situation.
12+19=31. (Note)
Jenkins picked out a die and threw it again. The luck this time was still very good, it was 16, he continued to walk forward, observing the surrounding situation while walking.
The stone slabs underfoot were stained blood red to remind Jenkins where he needed to go. The buildings of various colors on the street are roughly the same. There will definitely be unique buildings after that, and ordinary buildings, probably the people inside will take out syringes... at least that's what Jenkins hopes.
After stopping, this time it was facing the door of the two-story dilapidated building on the right side of the street. This house is obviously better than the old lady's house just now. Not only is the brick and stone used to build the house darker, but more importantly, the door is well stuck in the door frame without leaving any gaps.
"You can tell at a glance that the status of the townspeople living here is different from what it was just now."
Jenkins said in his heart, and then knocked on the door as before. After a while, there was a voice from the door, but the other party did not open the door:
"whats the matter?"
The voice of a man should be very old.
"I want some dice."
He is very honest.
"Outlander?"
The people inside the door were puzzled, but without Jenkins answering, he said again:
"Outlander."
This time it is an affirmative sentence.
"Yes, I'm a stranger, can you give me some dice?"
"Sure, but you need help with something. I'm the pharmacist in town, and I'll give you five dice if you help me fetch something from the well in the backyard."
"Backyard? How do I get to the backyard?"
"The front door to the backyard, of course."
Saying that, the door squeaked open a crack. Jenkins tilted his head and thought for a while, then shook his head decisively:
"Sorry, I won't do it."
5 dice are not many, and he doesn't want to rush into the homes of these small town residents. Of course, if the reward is too much, you will still not choose to help the other party, because more dice represent more risks. He will only consider it if the pay is in the range of 7 to 15.
"So, would you consider buying something from me? I'll take those dice, too."
A piece of cardboard was handed out from inside the door. After Jenkins took it, the inside of the door immediately let go. Jenkins never saw the appearance of the pharmacist from the beginning to the end.
The cardboard is the price list, but very ridiculous with pictures to illustrate the price. On the left side of the cardboard are drawn dice with different numbers of simple strokes. Some rows of dice are densely packed together, while others are very loose; in the middle of the cardboard are rows of equal signs parallel to the dice on the left; There are different numbers of medicine bottles, and the sizes and shapes of the medicine bottles are also different, and the positions of the medicine bottles are parallel to the equal sign.
"What does the medium-sized prescription bottle mean?"
"Blood Clotting Potion Type II, if you are accidentally scratched by a monster in the town, this potion can save you from a moderate or lower bleeding curse once. One bottle can be used twice."
"What about the smaller Erlenmeyer flasks?"
"Contain the potion. After some things die in the town, the corpse can be made into dice. If you don't know how to process it, you can just sprinkle the potion directly. Use one bottle once."
The pharmacist answered fluently.
"In other words, the first line of the cardboard means that 15 dice are exchanged for two bottles of blood coagulation potion II and one bottle of containment potion."
Jenkins understood.
Not all potions are divided into models. For example, there are four types of blood coagulation potion, which means that the square bottle on the cardboard has four different sizes, while the containment potion has only one size, that is, only one model.
Jenkins then asked about the meanings of the other bottles. Among them, the most expensive potion was worth 300 dice. It was the escape potion IV of the pentagram bottle, which could directly let the user leave the town. As for the lower-level escape potion, the user is allowed to directly advance a certain number.
There is also an antidote potion in the potion, with six types in total, and different types can detoxify different types of multiple toxins. Among them, the "Blood Mosquito Curse" that Jenkins encountered in Beldyran City is actually classified as a toxin here, and can be removed with Type I to III detoxification potions.
"The weird thing [Curse of Blood Mosquito] that fell into the material world, didn't it originate from this ghost place?"
he thought.
In addition, the pharmacist also provided the metal syringe that the old woman asked Jenkins to use just now, as well as the blood collection bottle for drawing blood, and the price is very cheap. A complete set is worth 1 dice.
The pharmacist admitted that the blood vial would allow Jenkins to collect dice from himself. But because it is not clear about the disadvantages of this collection, Jenkins did not buy it.
In the end, Jenkins didn't even buy the escape potion, but spent 9 dice and bought a bottle of containment potion separately. He wanted to try his luck. After all, since the pharmacist said there were monsters in the town, he would definitely meet them .
The containment potion is a Erlenmeyer bottle, the body is burnt yellow, like urine. But there are still some blood streaks in the burnt yellow, so it looks like bloody urine.
As for other potions, Jenkins did not buy them because he had a limited number of dice. Fortunately, although there are only three pharmacists in the town, some townspeople also have some potions in their homes, which can be purchased by Jenkins, a "despicable outsider".
It's just that buying potions from townspeople is much more expensive than buying potions from pharmacists.