Jin Buming's words made Mo Fengwu a little surprised.

Moreover, looking at Jin Buming's appearance, it doesn't seem to be a fake.

Could it be that he really knew what kind of poison was in Di Jing's place?

Mo Fengwu's heart moved, and he stared at Jin Buming's face for a moment.

At this time, I only heard Jin Buming say:

"If so-and-so is not mistaken, it should be a poison called parasitic grass."

"Soul Grass?"

"That's right. Soul grass is a very strange poisonous weed that is said to have the effect of transferring souls. Of course, these are legends, and no one knows how. A certain was also in an ancient fragment a long time ago, and he unintentionally got a glimpse of one or two...... How? The Emperor also understands medical skills? ”

"Hehe, City Lord Jin has a high look. Where do I know what medical skills? Just ask. ”

Jin Buming stared at Mo Fengwu, and nodded when he heard the words: "Then since that's the case, the emperor and the emperor son, please rest in peace, it's not too early, and we'll talk about it tomorrow." ”

"Okay, there's the city lord of Laojin."

**

Jin Buming and the three elders were gone.

In the blink of an eye, only Mo Fengwu and Di Jing were left in the room.

Mo Fengwu came to the door and stood quietly for a while, then turned around and tore off the veil on his face while taking out a dozen vials and herbs from the storage ring.

And seeing Mo Fengwu's hurried appearance, Di Jing couldn't help asking:

"What are you doing?"

Mo Fengwu didn't speak, lowered his head and began to mix the medicinal powder, and then took it in one mouth, and at the same time picked up the dagger and swiped it lightly on his wrist.

In an instant, a stream of red and black blood flowed out of his wrist.

"Poisoned?" Di Jing was stunned for a moment, and instantly frowned.

At this moment, Mo Fengwu was closing his eyes, and he hummed softly when he heard the words.

"Who?"

"A mysterious man."

As she spoke, Mo Fengwu opened her eyes. By this time, the black blood on his wrist was almost gone. Mo Fengwu immediately stopped the bleeding from the wound and said in a low voice:

"I went to the dungeon today and saw a mysterious person refining medicine, and then do you know what to use?"

"People?"

"More precisely, the Spiritual Root."

Saying that, Mo Fengwu sneered, and then continued: "No wonder those black-clothed people tried their best to dig up the corpses before, it turned out that what they wanted was the spiritual roots of those people." After all, if a person's spiritual root is dug up alone, it will inevitably attract attention.

But when a person dies, it's different. After all, who would be interested in a corpse that has already been buried in the ground? Even family members don't dig graves all day to check the bodies of their loved ones.

And since it is a refining medicine, of course, the higher the talent of the spiritual root, the better, so the people who have accidents are some martial cultivators with relatively high talents. For example, my second uncle, Chen Sheng and Liu Fei from Qingshan City...... But the reputation of Wushuang City is too stinky, and if they make a direct move, they will inevitably be afraid of it, so they colluded with the Medicine Master Hall.

And the advantage of their medicine master's hall is that kind of medicine that can break through quickly. That's why that originally straw bag was a corner of Hong Yiyu, and he would break through to become a fifth-order pharmacist. ”

"Who is that mysterious man?"

Mo Fengwu shook his head: "I didn't see it clearly." But he was tall, two meters tall, and wore a black robe. And I think ......"

Speaking of this, Mo Fengwu suddenly paused, and then narrowed his eyes slightly, as if thinking about something. Di Jing next to her stared at her face, but in the next second, her eyes suddenly moved, and then she got up and said:

"It's time to rest."