"Master, I've already checked with the old Chinese medicine doctor, and the prescription should be fine."

As soon as Liu Hanxiao heard the news, he immediately went to report to the ghost-faced black-robed man.

"What do you mean it should be fine, that's what you told me?" The ghost-faced black-robed man said coldly, and as his words fell, there seemed to be an invisible pressure sweeping towards Liu Hanxiao.

Burst!

Liu Hanxiao's throat was sweet, and she spit out blood, and she immediately knelt on the ground, "The master is angry, because the old Chinese medicine doctor I found has never seen a century-old mountain ginseng, so he is not sure.

The prescription should be fine only according to pharmacology, and as for whether it can be really useful, you must use a century-old ginseng to verify it."

"Really?" The ghost-faced black-robed man's tone softened slightly, and then said, "It seems that this old Chinese medicine doctor you mentioned is very strict in his speech, I have to pay a visit in person."

West.

Chinese Medicine Hall.

Yang Pu had just finished a day's consultation, made himself a cup of tea, and enjoyed a rare tranquility.

It's his daily habit.

"Is the tea good?" A voice came from behind him, hoarse, cold, and without any emotion.

Yang Pu was taken aback, turned around, and saw a figure wrapped in a black robe. The reason why it is said to be a figure is because it is difficult to see the other person's face.

"What are you looking for me?" Yang Pu asked.

I don't know why, he felt a dead air in the other party.

This feeling used to be only felt in people who had an incurable disease and whose life was coming to an end.

And this dead air is not something that ordinary people can see.

"What did you mean by that look in your eyes?" The ghost-faced black-robed man asked.

"No...... It's not interesting, just curious that Your Excellency will see me at this time." Yangpu Road.

He doesn't intend to tell the truth until he understands the other party's intentions, which is the basic principle of being a human being.

"You think I wouldn't know if I didn't say it?" The ghost-faced black-robed figure flashed and appeared in front of Yang Pu.

His pitch-black hand pressed the position of the Baihui acupoint on the top of Yang Pu's head.

"Puppetry!" The ghost-faced black-robed man snorted secretly.

Yang Pu's eyes instantly became dull.

"Say, what does your abnormal look mean just now?" The ghost-faced black-robed man asked.

"I see death in you." Yangpu Muran said.

Hiss!

The ghost-faced black-robed man chuckled and asked, "How did you see that?"

"Some patients will have this kind of death when the limit is approaching, and only Chinese medicine practitioners who have been practicing medicine for a long time can see it." Yang Pu replied.

"Why can only Chinese medicine practitioners see it?" The ghost-faced black-robed man asked.

"Because Western medicine doesn't have the concept of yin and yang, cold and heat, and the concept of qi, they can't see your dead qi." Yangpu Road.

Hearing this, the ghost-faced black-robed man froze in place for a long time before he continued to ask, "Since you can see my dead qi, is there any way to treat it?"

"No, even if Bian Que is reborn, there is no way." Yangpu's answer was very crisp.

"In that case, then you don't need to live, if you see that wall, you can kill yourself." The ghost-faced black-robed man said in a cold tone.

"Yes!"

Yang Pu answered, and walked straight forward, like a clockwork machine.

Soon, he walked up to the wall and slammed into it.

At his age, if he bumps into it, he will be crippled if he doesn't die.

Suddenly, a voice came out of thin air: "He's a good doctor, even if he can't cure you, he shouldn't die like this."

It's strange to say, as this voice sounded, Yang Pu was as if someone had immobilized him, standing motionless.

"You're again?" There was a hint of anger in the ghost-faced black-robed man's tone.

"It's me, of course."

A man walked out of the darkness, wearing a cloak all over his body, and he couldn't see his appearance, but judging from the pace of walking, he must have been a woman.

"You and I have been fighting for thousands of years, and no one can help anyone, do you still want to fight today?" The ghost-faced black-robed man asked coldly.

"No, I didn't want to fight today, I just happened to pass by and saved him." The woman pointed to Yangpu.

"Why did you save a mortal?" The ghost-faced black-robed man asked.

"Huh...... Do you want to find out more about me? Don't waste it, you can do whatever I want, you don't need any reason." There was sarcasm in the woman's words.

"What if I have to kill him?" Murderous intent loomed in the ghost-faced black-robed man's tone.

"You can try, just let me see if you've grown a little lately." The woman's tone was flat, and she didn't seem to take the other party seriously at all. ap.

"I want to try your growth too." The ghost-faced black-robed man snorted coldly, turning into an afterimage and pounced on the other party.

The women didn't hide, as if they didn't see each other at all.

Shout!

The black hand of the ghost-faced black-robed man was like a scythe of death directly across the woman's neck.

The imaginable scene of blood splattering did not appear, and the figure of the woman was reduced to nothingness.

"Afterimage!" The ghost-faced black-robed man was surprised.

"Hehe, it seems that your growth is not much." At the same time as the voice sounded, the woman appeared on the other side.

"Yes, but you forgot one thing, I really just wanted to kill him!" The ghost-faced black-robed man grabbed Yang Pu's neck with his backhand.

Yang Pu, who was standing in place, suddenly flew up.

It was too sudden, much more than the black-robed man expected by the ghost-faced man, and the kick hit him right in the wrist.

At the same time, the woman behind her was already holding a dagger and stabbed over.

"Look for death!" The ghost-faced black-robed man shouted angrily, and the black qi around him was agitated.

He didn't pay attention to the dagger behind him, and still reached out to grab Yang Pu's neck, a knife didn't hurt him, but Yang Pu must die.

"You can't kill him." The woman snorted coldly, and saw Yang Pu roll on the spot, easily dodging the fatal blow of the ghost-faced black-robed man.

"I didn't expect your puppet technique to have cultivated to this state." The ghost-faced black-robed man said coldly.

"It's because you think about leaving this space all day long, and you don't focus on cultivation." After the woman finished speaking, she held the dagger again and killed her.

"Boom!" The ghost-faced black-robed man punched out with a backhand, colliding with the woman's dagger.

It was like two pieces of metal colliding, making a screeching sound.

The ghost-faced black-robed man and woman took two steps back at the same time.

"The flesh is good, but it's a pity that it's a walking corpse after all." The woman snorted and pounced again.

Soon, the two scuffled together. The first to suffer was not Yangpu, but the tables, chairs and benches in the house.

The good solid wood seats were all affected and turned into powder.

"The place is too small, do you dare to fight outside?" The woman said.

"You think I'm going to be afraid of you?" The ghost-faced black-robed man shouted angrily.

Soon, the two of them hit the sky in the house.

At this time, Yang Pu's body trembled, looking at the mess in the house, he muttered to himself, "What happened? I thought someone was here just now?"