How Am I Still Alive?

It was a fable well-known to the locals.

There was a rich man who had a treasure and became rich because of it.

He is old, but he has three sons. He is not sure who is suitable to inherit his property and who is suitable to inherit his treasures.

So, he told his children.

"I'm old and sick and dying, but my baby can make potions that can cure all ailments. However, when making medicinal tea, there will also be a cup of poisonous tea, and the two are indistinguishable." of."

The old man took out two cups of tea, one was fragrant and the other was foul-smelling.

"My children, if someone is willing to help me try, as long as he is not dead, he is my heir. If he dies, his children, my grandson will be my heir."

The boss hesitated, he also has his own business, not as successful as his father, but not badly, so he gave up.

The second child also hesitated, he has several beautiful wives, and not bad property, at least, he can survive.

Only the third child, he felt sorry for his sick father, gritted his teeth, stood up and said.

"Father, let me come. I don't want to be rich. I just hope that if I die, my children and my brothers will be treated well."

The third child knew that someone must try today, otherwise no one would be able to leave this room.

So, for the sake of his family, the third child drank tea.

"The story is like this, basically it has a happy ending. The tea is actually not poisonous, but the old father used it to test the children. The family business was finally passed on to the third child. The eldest and the second woke up. The family has been reunited ever since. , Everyone is happy. What a ghost. There is a huge gap between reality and fairy tales, and they are basically not the same thing at all."

When Lu Pingan learned the information, he felt a little confused when he saw the truth of this dark fairy tale.

First of all, there are three kinds of tea, one is poisonous, the other can treat simple injuries, and the other gives some precious benefits based on the material of "making tea".

The most common one is to increase vitality, to put it directly, to prolong life.

Healing herbal tea can be seen clearly, but the other two are indistinguishable, and what the old rich man wants is the third one, the one that can prolong life.

The real version of this story is that the eldest son became the material for making tea. This teacup is famous for drinking whatever it takes to make up for it. The old rich man focused on the vitality that survived, so he used his eldest son who had long been rebellious.

The second and third children were forced to try the tea. If they were unlucky and died after taking a sip, the remaining one could be used as material for the next time.

The result was that the two brothers had a game, and the second child drank the herbal tea, but pretended to be poisonous tea, and fell to the ground and foamed at the mouth.

The third child wanted to drink from the cup, but the old father snatched it away.

The old rich man drank the poisoned tea in a hurry, and he was finished just like that.

That's the end of the story? Well, there is a follow-up, the third one killed the second child who was pretending to be dead with a teapot, and then wrote this fairy tale, which was widely circulated.

"Our family is the descendant of the third child, so only our family records have the true version of this story." The lord was very frank, he didn't care at all.

"To be honest, I also think that our ancestor, the youngest son, was quite wicked. He even found a bard and made up a story. By the way, the effect of prolonging life is limited, so the old rich man can live an extra year or two at most That's all."

The old lord was very happy when he said this. After all, the treasure at home has been lost, and it doesn’t matter if you say it to be happy. At this time, there is no need to care too much about reputation. He is eager to share this with others It is really uncomfortable to hold back the family history for so many years.

The story itself is extremely subtle, but the function of the "teapot" is obvious.

It can process materials into "Poison Tea", "Medicinal Tea (Benefit Effect)", and "Healing Tea (Healing Pain)". Even if it is only the last healing effect, it is extremely effective. Healing materials It is always missing, and there is no need to worry about drinking it wrong.

The most ironic thing in the story is that the tea made by "human" or "animal" is not much different after testing by later generations. If the old rich man didn't use his children to make tea, these things wouldn't happen.

The teapot is just a tool for transformation. The grade and characteristics of the "material" are very important, but the "who" is really not important. If they are all ordinary creatures, there is no difference between humans and animals.

But at this moment, that cruel scene was staged again.

The shepherd Amufen looked at the black tea in front of him, his breath was already extremely chaotic, and he couldn't control his emotions at all.

He couldn't understand how there was such a vile act in the world, that he actually used "living people" to make tea and forced himself to drink it!

Evil Gu looked at him with a smile on his face, as if he didn't care at all.

"Bang!"

It's just that when the metal ruler fell, big cracks appeared on the shepherd's beautiful skin again.

"Drink, why don't you drink it? No, it doesn't taste like you?"

So he snapped his fingers.

Two "orcs" came over, one held it down, and the other forcibly tore open the silver shepherd's mouth and poured it directly.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Weird sound waves reverberated in the room, and the sad survivors fell into despair and fear. Some of the bandits covered their ears and fell down. Overly sensitive hearing is not all a good thing. Only Evilbone himself watched with great interest. with all this.

He is waiting, waiting for the life or death of the life in front of him.

"Oh, good luck."

After a few minutes, the already numb shepherd did not die. He looked blankly at everything around him. Seeing the devil's smile, he became more frightened and uneasy.

"Didn't you want to ask me?" The silver shepherd was a little puzzled. Aren't these greedy robbers asking for their own information?

You must know that this poisonous tea has a characteristic. The "poison" of different races may not be effective. If it is poisonous tea made by "clan members", the "clan members" will die suddenly after drinking it.

"It doesn't matter, having this baby is enough. Of course, if you want to say it, you can buy your life."

Evil Gu smiled indifferently, as if he didn't care at all.

And the poor shepherd has never seen such a scene. The constant deaths of his companions have already hit his shaky defenses, and the choice between life and death makes him even more cherish this hard-won life.

"I am the silver shepherd of the last gray and blue tribe, I cannot die."

Evil bone smiled, although he couldn't read the other person's expression, but he knew that it was only a matter of time before the other party succumbed. He evil bone didn't understand shepherds, but he understood people's hearts.

Greedy bandits, of course, would not gamble life and death with "treasures".

What the shepherd drank was not necessarily herbal tea. It was just tea made by an unlucky victim, not a compatriot of the shepherd!

The only tea that was really made by the shepherd was the cup in Ebon's hand. As for whether it was medicinal tea or poisonous tea, did it matter? Evil bone doesn't like gambling, he likes me and wants everything!

"During these days, the Red Sand Pirates lost a lot of hands, and their weapons and equipment have another treasure. Perhaps, I can try again."