"How terrible? I really hope you can help me find the problem!"

After the man finished speaking, he slowly loosened the tongue wrapped around Fang Xingyang's waist and straightened his clothes.

Fang Xingyang nodded kindly, "According to my understanding, the customers who have had similar problems recently are all caused by eating a mysterious metal piece that caused them to become violent and irritable, and some even lost control."

"Then let me ask you, have you eaten anything strange recently?"

Fang Xingyang sat in front of the counter with a pen and paper, waiting for the other party's reply.

The man opposite seemed to really have no intention of giving up this opportunity to cure himself. He sat there and recalled it carefully.

Not long after, he suddenly held his head with both hands and let out a painful cry.

"Ah!! I'll kill you!!" He pointed at Fang Xingyang with wide eyes, and then slapped his head hard with both hands.

Fang Xingyang was so frightened that he immediately jumped down from the stool, holding the gun at his waist and the witchcraft doll next to him.

When the man wrapped his tongue around him just now, he successfully collected some saliva on his tongue.

If the other party really wants to attack him, he can use the saliva as a "token" and apply it on the heart of the witch doll.

It's just that Fang Xingyang doesn't know whether the witchcraft doll can be effective on such a high-threat target...

The man's actions frightened Fang Xingyang to the side without daring to speak. Fortunately, not long after, the man seemed to have recovered on his own and became quiet again.

"As you can see...that's it, this situation is happening more and more frequently, and it makes me feel more and more difficult to control..."

After calming down for a while, the man gasped and said.

Upon hearing this, Fang Xingyang quickly recorded the specific situation.

If nothing else, it was caused by that mysterious metal piece.

As a "Demon Eater", I devour all kinds of monsters every day, so it's not unexpected to eat that kind of metal piece.

"Customer, your situation is basically determined to be that you have eaten the kind of metal piece I mentioned."

Fang Xingyang stood up from the stool and slowly walked towards him.

"According to my understanding, the longer the metal piece is in contact with people, the deeper the impact it will have on people. I recommend that you receive treatment as soon as possible. Once you miss the best time for treatment, you are likely to lose control permanently.

Woolen cloth."

The man raised his head and saw Fang Xingyang standing in front of him.

The human body in front of him blocked the candlelight on the counter, and the shadow enveloped the man.

"Tell me, how to treat it?"

Fang Xingyang thought for a moment, but soon came up with the answer.

"Considering that this kind of situation has happened a lot recently, I just happened to research a new high-efficiency alchemy potion tonight, which is 100% suitable for your situation!"

With that said, Fang Xingyang trotted to the counter and looked inside the small alchemy crucible.

Unfortunately, because he was only doing experimental alchemy just now, the raw materials he used were very few, so there was no excess potion left in the crucible.

"The alchemy potion I newly developed has both vomiting and therapeutic effects, and the effect is excellent!"

Fang Xingyang picked up the alchemical crucible and walked towards the man.

"On the one hand, it can use the smell to induce vomiting, allowing you to vomit out the metal pieces you accidentally swallowed. The smell-induced vomiting will not damage your throat and is harmless to the body; on the other hand, this medicine also has a therapeutic effect and can repair the tissue in your body.

Organs scratched by metal pieces will be restored to their original state in a short time!”

The man glanced at the residue in the alchemy crucible with a fearful expression, and his face suddenly turned pale.

"Alchemy? Potion?!"

He raised his head and saw Fang Xingyang standing in the candlelight, taking off his mask and showing a confident smile.

"That's right! You can completely trust my alchemy skills. I have just used this alchemy potion myself, and the effect is really great! Look at me now, I am very lively and energetic!"

The man covered his nose again with a look of disgust on his face, "You mean, you want me to drink something so smelly?!"

[Warning! The murderous intention of max-level targets has increased!]

Fang Xingyang patted the man's shoulder contemptuously, "Hey! You have to think about this carefully. The function of this drug is to induce vomiting through the smell. Otherwise, how can it expel the harmful substances you have eaten in your stomach? And this is

It is a healing potion in itself, and after drinking it, it can repair various injuries on your body!"

The man was made uncomfortable by the smell in the crucible, and the corners of his eyes twitched violently several times.

"I don't understand alchemy, don't lie to me..."

"It doesn't matter! You don't understand, I understand! As you can see, I know alchemy and witchcraft well. Who would dare to open a commission shop without two brushes these days!"

"I'm an expert! Believe me, yes, this medicine can definitely cure you!"

"How's it going? Do you want to try it? If you want, I'll make a cup for you to try now!"

Facing Fang Xingyang's series of attacks, the man hesitated.

"Are there any side effects?"

After a long time, the man raised his head, and the original harshness in his eyes had long been replaced by a trace of hesitation.

Fang Xingyang grinned from the corners of his mouth to his ears, and said: "No, no! Apart from the bad taste, there are no side effects, and it will actually make your body recover better! But the taste

I have to accept it...after all, if it doesn’t stink, it won’t induce vomiting!”

After saying that, Fang Xingyang put the alchemy crucible on the table and took the projectile thrower out of his pocket.

"Go, my assistant! Keep the original materials and prepare another one for me!"

The projectile thrower got busy.

A few minutes later, the ingredients in the alchemy crucible were gradually prepared, but the pellet thrower stood under the window and started to moan.

"What's wrong, little guy? Is there something you can't reach?"

Fang Xingyang asked, walking over to check the situation.

The pellet thrower was bouncing under his feet, as if there was something out of reach.

"Dad~Dadヾ(≧?≦*)ヾ"

At that moment, Fang Xingyang was stunned.

"You, what did you call me?"

The projectile shooter was stunned for a moment and continued (*^▽^*): "Dad~"

Fang Xingyang was overwhelmed with fatherly love in an instant. It felt like a warm current melted into his body, warming his heart that was about to be deprived of its warmth by the dark world...

Facing such a scene, the face of the man behind him gradually darkened.

"If you think time is cheap... I don't mind taking away all the rest of your time."

Listening to the man's voice, Fang Xingyang felt a chill coming from behind.

"Ah...I'm sorry, customer, I was a little...too excited just now..."

Fang Xingyang said, quickly carrying the pellet thrower to the table and preparing to light it to refine the medicine.

"Oh~Dad! Daddy~"

The projectile shooter said, raising his butt in front of Fang Xingyang, and then...

"Boom——"

With a sound, an energy bomb formed and fell to the table.

Fang Xingyang doubtfully guessed what the pellet thrower meant. It wasn't until he sniffed the smell in the alchemy crucible a few seconds later that he realized something was wrong.

"Oh~! I understand! You want to tell me that there is no 'devil daddy' anymore, right?"

The pellet thrower nodded vigorously.

"No wonder it doesn't smell so bad..."

Fang Xingyang walked back to the display window and took down the small bottle containing "Devil Baba".

Only then did he realize that the devil's cake in the store was just the small piece, and all of it had been used by him in refining the medicine.

"This! Why do we have no materials at this time..."

Fang Xingyang scratched his head and quickly thought of countermeasures.

"Why are there no ingredients? Can't the medicine be made?"

The man stood up and walked over, and Fang Xingyang suddenly felt a threat approaching him.

"Uh... yes, this customer, it seems... we still need the last ingredient, the devil's cake..."

As Fang Xingyang spoke, his eyes suddenly lit up and he looked up at him.

The four words "high-level devil" in the man's introduction seemed to be declaring to him: "This is a high-quality material production machine."

"Devil, daddy?! You!"

The man seemed to have guessed his thoughts.

But the corners of Fang Xingyang's mouth were raised at this time.
Chapter completed!