Han Sanqian nodded. At best, these are just samples for Han Sanqian.

"In that case, we really need to find out what the ingredients are. At least, we can make a prevention based on these."

Yes, after understanding what's inside, it's possible to make a large number of them, and then use them to deal with the men in black.

Lianhua nodded, knowing Han Sanqian's intention and not saying anything more.

Han Sanqian put the things in front of his nose again and smelled them carefully. After that, he frowned and said, "There is blood in it, it seems to be chicken blood."

After hearing Han Sanqian's words, Lianhua suddenly remembered something: "Yes, there should be chicken blood, because every time my father would kill a chicken before drawing the talisman."

"After that, the chicken blood will be multiplied separately."

"But in the end, the chicken blood disappeared inexplicably. Thinking about it, it must have been used by my father to draw talismans."

Han Sanqian frowned: "But the problem now is that there is another ingredient in it that I haven't figured out yet."

The ingredient that cannot be distinguished is actually just an auxiliary ingredient, and the amount used is very small, so it is not that Han Sanqian is not good at it, but the amount is too small, making it difficult to distinguish and detect.

Seeing that Han Sanqian couldn't tell the difference, Xiaonu and Lianhua took the materials and conducted a relatively simple smell, inspection and comparison. It's not that the two women think they are more capable than Han Sanqian, but that this thing was made by the village chief, so the materials used by the village chief are most likely from the village.

Therefore, the two women thought that they knew things in the village better than Han Sanqian, so they might be able to find out the clues if they took a look for themselves.

However, the idea is beautiful, but the reality is very skinny.

The two women smelled and looked at it for a long time, but still didn't find out what the ingredients were.

"Seventy percent of it is cinnabar, 29% is chicken blood, and the other material only accounts for one percent."

What is the concept of one percent? In such an example, it is almost negligible, but it is precisely this kind of compound type that cannot be missed at all.

This is overwhelming and depressing.

"Is there any other way?" Lianhua asked.

Han Sanqian shook his head. Maybe there are other ways in the world, such as using some chemical method to distinguish chicken blood and cinnabar. However, at least with Han Sanqian's knowledge, this is a blind spot.

He has no corresponding solution, and he is completely confused now.

If you had to ask him, he might have a trick...

village head!

A very silly answer, but extremely true and direct.

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