Cut off the crutch

Xia Zuo's uneasiness came true.

He, Little Nose, Little Fatty and Little Shorty were all taken to the alchemy room together.

My nose is small, my eyelids are swollen, and I haven’t slept enough.

The little fat man and the little thin man, two cellmates who rarely met each other, had sallow faces. They had not even eaten a few bites of bread before they were pulled over. Their calves were trembling from hunger and cold sweat dripped from their foreheads.

Xia Zuo covered his face with his hair, his posture was crooked, and he looked depressed, but he was actually in the best condition among the four.

The evil old man asked the four boys to stand against the wall and watch him make the potion.

This time, it's not a simple test of medicine.

"It's been dozens of days and I still haven't succeeded."

The evil old man poured a spoonful of white powder into the crucible, tapped the mechanical arm to make it rotate, and continued to stir the thick potion in the crucible.

"I will give you the opportunity to become an apprentice, I will give you bread, and I will give you shelter."

The evil old man turned around and stared straight at the boys with his two faintly ferocious eyes.

"Failed, still failed. You didn't succeed. No, no, no, no..."

The evil old man shook his head and slapped the desk hard with his right hand, making a loud bang bang bang sound.

"It's me! I failed!" the evil old man roared.

He picked up two bottles of dark green potion from the alchemy table, poured them all into the crucible, and threw them against the wall, leaving the glass bottles to shatter into slag.

Immediately afterwards, he picked up the other two bottles of potion and repeated the same actions, becoming more and more rude and fierce.

"I am too kind!"

"I am too indulgent!"

"I should have done this a long time ago!"

The evil old man picked up a pot of potion under the alchemy table and poured it into the crucible. A strange green smoke burst out of the water, the sound of bubbles popping was densely packed, and scalding hot water splashed into every corner of the alchemy room.

The four boys huddled together in fear.

Xia Zuo used the bodies of his companions as cover and scanned the room, looking for the retractable crutch.

Found it! It's on the desk, covered by several books, and only a small part of the handle is exposed.

Xia Zuo bit his lips tightly, thinking about finding an opportunity to stab the nearly crazy old man in the back with a heavy blow.

However, the evil old man seemed to have calmed down. He put his arms on the alchemy table, his lungs were beating and flattening like an old blower, and he was breathing heavily.

The evil old man scooped up the boiling soup with a ladle and filled four tubes of the hot potion with boiling liquid.

"You guys, drink them!" the evil old man said while sitting on the wooden bench.

The little fat man, the little dwarf and the little nose seemed to be used to being obedient, and seemed to be afraid of being beaten and scolded, so they immediately walked to the alchemy table and drank the potion.

It seemed very abrupt to leave Xia Zuo where he was.

After the three of them drank the potion, they fell to the ground and rolled around. At first they could shout, but after more than ten seconds, it turned into grinding teeth and whimpering, and then they could only curl up their bodies silently, holding on to everything with their fingers.

Something to grab.

"You! Drink the medicine!" The evil old man hammered the armrest of the stool.

Xia Zuo threw the Detection Technique at the potion, and this time it deducted 32 blood points in 60 minutes... No matter how many points were added, it would be of no avail... The 1 free attribute point given by upgrading to LV.2 can be saved...

Is it really over? Do you want to add attribute points to strength and give it a try?

"No! Wait a minute!"

The evil old man stood up suddenly, grabbed Xia Zuo by the collar, sprayed saliva on him and shouted angrily: "I remember! You are lazy, pour out the potion! I discovered the little trick!!"

Xia Zuo was pushed to the wall by the evil old man, and his back hit the wall.

"I want to punish you!" The evil old man took out the remaining three pots of potion from under the alchemy table and poured them all into the crucible.

"Jie, Jie, Jie!" the evil old man grinned cheerfully, picked up the spoon and stirred the crucible himself.

In an instant, a majestic thick mist spewed out of the water, blowing away the evil old man's broken hair, and exuding strong evil intentions.

Xia Zuo stared at the desk and slowly moved over.

Gulu, bang.

A fist-sized bubble emerged from the crucible, and the sound when it exploded was like muffled thunder.

Xia Zuo paused. Was the gas released by the bubble just now carrying flames?

Gulu, bang.

It does carry a flame!

Gulu, bang.

Gulu, bang.

The bubbles appeared faster and faster! Flames appeared above the crucible one by one.

Xia Zuo frowned, hesitating whether to go to the desk or hide in the corridor of the cell.

Gulu, bang.

Gulu, bang.

Gulu, bang.

Xia Zuo moved in the opposite direction and quietly walked towards the door of the alchemy room.

Gulu, bang.

Gulu, bang.

Gulu, bang.

Gulu, bang.

The evil old man stared blankly at the flames, counted the overturned empty pots at his feet, put his hands into his hair and shouted, "What have I done! What have I done! No, I have to make amends!!"

The evil old man picked up the spoon and put it into the vigorously stirring soup, but what he scooped out was a half-melted spoon.

"It's going to be bad!"

Xia Zuo shouted low, pulled up the unconscious little nose at his feet, and dragged his hands towards the aisle with all his strength.

As soon as he turned the corner, the sound of bubbles exploding behind him was as continuous as a machine gun firing furiously.

Chug tug tug tug tug

boom!!

The soup suddenly exploded, the air wave exploded the crucible, shattered the reagent bottle, and overturned the evil old man.

The majestic red flames swallowed up all the creatures and props in the alchemy room, and followed the fierce airflow into the corridor.

Xia Zuo was pushed to the ground and subconsciously protected his head with both hands. The scorching red flames passed over his body, causing a burst of severe pain and impact. There was a roar in both ears, and the eardrums bulged to the point of extreme pain.

Xia Zuo opened his mouth wide and wailed. He persisted in pain for several seconds and finally passed out.

…

I don't know how long it took, but Xia Zuo woke up again. In front of him was gray mist that had sunk to the ground, and the whole cell tunnel was filled with a burning smell.

"How much blood do I still have?"

[HP] 10/20 (mild concussion, mild abrasion, mild shock, mild burn, mild poisoning)

"Ahem..."

Xia Zuo stayed close to the ground to avoid inhaling the smoke, crawled to the alchemy room while lying on the ground, and saw three humanoid black charcoal bodies.

Where is the evil old man? Is he dead?

The ground was covered with broken boards and slats, and the alchemy table and desk were all shattered by the explosion. Where the crucible used to be, a pool of black mud appeared, which was the source of the smoke and burnt smell.

The figure of the evil old man was buried in a pile of charred debris, with only two legs exposed.

Xia Zuo stopped at the door of the alchemy room. He felt his nose was sore next to his little nose... Maybe his eyes were smoked by the smoke, so he shed a few tears. It was nothing serious.

He continued crawling, looking through the scrap heap.

The evil old man was completely dead, with a sharp piece of glass stuck in his chest, and the red blood dyed his robe black.

Xia Zuo groped around the evil old man's waist and found a keychain and a small, shriveled money bag with some round hard objects inside.

The six keys in the cell are of the same style and are easy to identify. The key in the alchemy room is a little longer. The remaining longest and thickest key must correspond to the iron door behind the desk.

Xia Zuo repeatedly blew away the smoke under the iron door. After several attempts, he found the keyhole and successfully unlocked the lock.

He lay on his side, stepped on the wall with his feet, grabbed the heavy door panel with both hands, and tried his best to open only a small gap.

My strength is too weak. The metal door panel is as thick as three fingers and I can't pull it at all.

By the way, that crutch can be used as a crowbar.
To be continued...