If he was alone, Azhu might have bet, but now he feels very bad.

He felt that it might have been because he abused this spell that he would lose his memory and wake up from a cave.

So after hesitating in front of the broken door hole for a long time, Azhu finally gave up.

The two of them sat in front of the statue, and Azhu touched her chin and fell into deep thought.

"Can you think of any other solutions?" Caibo seemed to be more open-minded and asked him.

"Maybe there are other spells that can leave here accurately without taking the risk of dying in the soil."

"Can you think about it?"

"No." Azhu scratched her head in dismay.

"Then what else is there to think about?"

"I always feel that there will be a way. Being reckless is definitely worse than not being reckless." Azhu sighed, "Maybe we should look for any other exits, or secret passages, etc."

"Then you didn't look for it?" Caibo looked at Azhu.

When Azhu looked at the color box, he had a comfort zone himself. When he encountered any extreme difficulties, he needed to organize his ideas first.

He is not the kind of person who does it as soon as he is violent. He seems to have an instinct that he must think about the problem from a macro perspective when encountering difficulties.

Just now, he was already thinking that if he could go out alive, he would have to meet the teacher in the Color Box.

With his own ability, if he does not encounter particularly strange zombies or corpse tides, he should be able to deliver the color box to his destination. Then he has to go back and find the teacher.

I have lived in the fort for so many years, but I don’t know about this. It seems that my class is not right.

Cai Bo looked at him and suddenly said to him: "You killed a corpse king just now, and a lot of things fell out of its body, right?"

"Yes."

"Then you take it out and show it to me. Maybe there are things in these things that can help us get out of here."

"Those things are very old, and I don't know if they still work." As he said that, Azhu handed his package to Caibo. Caibo opened his package and took out everything.

"Do you recognize what these are?" Azhu asked her.

Cai Box looked carefully at the bottles and jars, suddenly picked up one of the bottles of red liquid and said, "I know this thing."

"Do you even know this?" Azhu looked at the color box in surprise.

Caibo started to touch her body. Azhu looked at her and thought to herself, thinking what are you going to do? She saw Caibo revealing her slender calf with a wound on it, which was scratched when she ran away before.

"Look," Caibo said, unscrewing the bottle hard, and taking a sip of the red liquid in the bottle.

That thing should not be hard to drink, so Caibo drank half a bottle directly. Azhu immediately saw that the scratch on Caibo's legs began to be repaired quickly.

Soon the wounds on the Caibo's legs, including some bruises, disappeared.

"Is this the divine water?" Azhu asked with his eyes wide open.

"This is a magic potion. As long as it is still red, it means that the magic has not disappeared." Cai Box said.

"This is what your teacher told you?"

"Yes." said Cai Box, "This kind of magic potion is still divided into levels. Like the one in my hand, the bottle is very small, and it is useless for serious injuries. At most it will have a little relief effect. If you suffer a particularly serious injury, you need a more powerful magic potion. The most powerful magic potion I know is golden, and the golden magic potion is divided into many levels. The pharmaceutical industry was very developed back then."

As he said that, the color box handed the bottle to Azhu, and Azhu took it over. There was still half a bottle of medicine in the bottle. He looked at it and sniffed it carefully.

When the color box saw it, he said, "Drink it, so that your injuries will heal faster, and maybe your memories will be restored."

Azhu was still a little hesitant.

The color box said, "Do you think I have drunk it, and it's dirty, then I'll open another bottle for you?"

"Hey, don't do it." Azhu immediately stopped her, "Either you think you are dirty, or you think this thing was something that didn't know how long ago. Is it really okay to eat it?"

"Drink it. Am I okay?" Caibo said, stretching his neck forward, as if he wanted Azhu to see more clearly.

Azhu smelled the medicine liquid again and actually smelled some wine. He thought for a while, and gritted his teeth and drank the remaining half bottle of medicine.

The taste is ok.
Chapter completed!