Imagination

"This is boring... "

Fang Heng scratched his head.

"I have to think of a way to get some materials, but where? From robbing the players' shelter? "

It didn't seem realistic, since it was rare for the players' shelter to have the exact medicinal ingredients needed. Even if there were, there wouldn't be many, and the loot wouldn't be much.

Right!

Wasn't there still him?

Fang Heng thought of something and slapped his forehead.

"Thank you for your hard work. Go take your time to rest. We'll continue working tomorrow at first light. "

As Fang Heng spoke, he threw down a sleeping bag and went offline on the spot.

"What the hell? Continue tomorrow? " The NPC potioneers looked at each other.

They didn't want to go through the same torture again!

Meanwhile, Wei Chun, who was sneakily trying to investigate, was stopped by the guards at the entrance of the warehouse.