The autumn breeze is blowing, and the medicinal fragrance fills the air.

In the medicinal herb market of Hanshan City, the low blue brick ancient shop in the northwest corner is obliquely hung with a plaque as black as ink. Three vigorous and simple blood-colored characters, deep in the middle of the plaque: Zhen Yao Fang.

Door.

The bluestone-paved alleys were shattered by a sudden sound of footsteps.

The man was a thin young man with a pale face like paper, his steps staggering and swaying, as if a wind current could blow him down, and the sack of twine was clutched by his large blue-black hands.

"Hoo ......"

The boy gasped for breath and stopped in front of the Treasure Workshop, and when he bent down, the sack was placed at his feet, and the black handkerchief embroidered with the pattern of Manzhu Sawa was removed, and after the trembling hand took out the handkerchief, his arm was raised with difficulty, and the thick sweat stains on his forehead were wiped away.

He's Ye Tong!

He is the medicine boy of Zhen Yao Fang, and he is the only owner of Zhen Yao Fang today.

Ye Tong clutched his handkerchief, raised his head, stared at the plaque in front of him, his originally godless eyes slowly flowed out of a complex light, Ye Tong hated this place, and attached to it, this is his hell, but it is also his safe haven.

"The little lord is back!"

A low and hoarse voice came from inside the door of the Treasure Medicine Workshop, a hunchbacked old man in the last years of the candle, holding a dragon-headed cane, staggering out of the threshold, judging from his appearance alone, it seemed that he had no more years to live.

"Ahem......"

Ye Tong retracted his gaze, and in a few violent coughs, the handkerchief wiped off the black blood stains that overflowed the corners of his mouth without a trace, picked up the sack at his feet again, nodded and said, "I'm back." ”

The hunchbacked old man asked, "Have you found the Blood Lingzhi and the Dry Bone Grass?"

Ye Tong stepped forward and passed by the hunchbacked old man, leaving only a fluttering voice: "Ninety years of wild blood lingzhi, one hundred and twenty years of dry bone grass, but all the blue silver left by the old thing has been spent." ”

"It's all over when it's done. Hearing the young man's words, the wrinkles on the hunchbacked old man's face stretched, and he turned around and followed behind Ye Tong, and said with a satisfied smile: "The little master has found these two main medicinal materials, and he can live for two more months." ”

Ye Tong's stumbling footsteps did not stop, but his tone was a little colder: "Medicine slave, can you not say the same thing every time? I know how long I can live! ”

The hunchbacked old man didn't seem to hear the change in Ye Tong's tone, he still had the old face with a smile on it, and said, "I'm afraid the little master won't be able to take a medicinal bath." There are customers in the store, and they can't be driven away. ”

"Huh?" Ye Tong paused, glanced at the gorgeous frame parked at the entrance of the alley in front of him, frowned and asked, "Asking for medicine?"

The hunchbacked old man said, "Ask for medicine!"

"Let them wait. ”

Ye Tong's footsteps were a little faster than just now, passing through the arched corridor and bypassing the wide courtyard, as if he didn't see the three figures sitting cross-legged on the futon in the courtyard, and turned straight from the left corridor to the side courtyard arch.

There are several futons on the ground in the courtyard, and at this moment there are three people cross-legged on the futon, an old man with silver hair, who is old and old, wearing a luxurious robe, a beautiful woman who still has charm and wears a light blue dress, and a girl who falls into the city like a mysterious girl.

They watched Ye Tong walk towards the side courtyard and watched the hunchbacked old man arrive.

"Who is he?"

The middle-aged beautiful woman floated up, stared at the hunchbacked old man and asked.

The hunchbacked old man laughed and said, "My little master." ”

The middle-aged beauty frowned slightly, and her posture sprinted instantly, blocking the way before Ye Tong entered the arch. Snorted coldly: "Since you are back, quickly refine the medicine for us." The illness of our parents cannot be delayed, and if you delay, you cannot afford the consequences. ”

"Roll out if you don't wait. Ye Tong stopped, the cold light in his eyes flickered, like a fierce beast staring at the woman in front of him.

Ye Tong he ......

It feels like the soul is expanding.

I can't hold it anymore!

The middle-aged beauty was stunned, she looked at Ye Tong in disbelief, as if she couldn't believe her ears.

How many years?

How many years have I not heard such arrogant words? How many years have I not met such an arrogant person?

It seems that since he took over the Zhang business group more than ten years ago, no one dares to speak to himself so arrogantly......, right?

"My little master said, don't wait, get out. ”

The hunchbacked old man walked slowly to the side of the middle-aged beauty with a cane, his expression was no longer smiling, but indifferent as frost.

The middle-aged beautiful woman was furious, and at the moment when the domineering momentum broke out, she shouted: "Give you face, and then hand over the task of refining medicine to you, don't be embarrassed, hurry up and refine medicine for us, or ......"

"Hmph, what else?"

The hunchbacked old man's waist straightened, and a surging aura erupted on him, and in the surging murderous momentum, the domineering aura was revealed: "The face is earned by yourself, not by you, although the old master ...... But it's not your turn yet. Roll ......"

"Hiss......"

The middle-aged beauty's pupils contracted, and her body trembled and she took a few steps backwards in an instant.

She never dreamed that the hunchbacked old man in front of her would be able to burst out with such a strong momentum, and she had a feeling that she was no longer facing an old man, but a hideous and terrifying beast, a peerless beast.

"Zhong Ying, don't be rude. ”

The silver-haired old man in a luxurious robe whispered to the middle-aged beauty. After Jianbu arrived, with a little jealousy in his eyes, and a little apology, he hugged his fists and said: "The little girl is rude, I hope to forgive me." Since your little master is not available for the time being, we will wait. As an atonement, we will double the price of the medicine. ”

"Little master?" the hunchbacked old man turned to look at Ye Tong.

Ye Tong's body trembled a few times slightly, his face became even paler, and with the sweetness of his throat, blood gushed out and was swallowed by him, but a wisp of blood still overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

He raised his arm with difficulty, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the voice oozed from between his teeth: "Ten times." ”

After speaking.

Ye Tong raised his steps with difficulty and walked into the arch of the side courtyard, but his steps were more vain, and his body trembled more obviously, just like an old man in his last years.

Zhang Zhongying opened her mouth, but the words did not come out, although she still had an angry look on her face, but in an instant, she was keenly aware of the blood spilling from the corner of Ye Tong's mouth.

And also...... The boy's state at the moment.

She suddenly felt that the person who was leaving in front of her was not like a young man, but like an old man in his last years, and it had reached the point of running out of oil and lamps. Not only did she feel this way, but even her father Zhang Pinshou and the girl in the Allure City also felt this way.

"He's okay......"

A strange color flashed in the eyes of the alluring girl, and she turned her head to look at the hunchbacked old man.

The hunchbacked old man waved his hand to interrupt the girl's words, a little worried look appeared on his wrinkled face, and after a moment's hesitation, he said in a deep voice: "If you want to ask for medicine, wait outside." ”

The words fell.

The hunchbacked old man walked into the side courtyard arch without hesitation.

Even, at this moment, the hunchbacked old man's steps became a lot brisker, and after catching up with Ye Tong, he whispered: "Little master, wait a minute, the old slave will dispense medicine for you today!"

"Ahem......"

Ye Tong stopped, handed over the sack in his hand, and took out the black handkerchief embroidered with the mandal pattern again.

The breeze blows, the yellow leaves are like butterflies, the bluestone ground seems to be covered with golden waves, in the partial house, the sandalwood is burned, and the faint sandalwood fragrance gradually spreads, filling every corner of the house.

The walls are pitch black and the small windows are closed.

In the house, the main hall is placed with a dazzling blood-red table of eight immortals, and there is a Ding furnace on the tabletop, half a meter high, the whole body is dark, the luster is mellow, the eight are lifelike, like the dragon pattern of the real spirit, the carving is exquisite and breathtaking. Above the center of the house, a dark purple coffin hangs, bringing a sense of chill to the house.

Under the purple coffin.

The stone barrel is filled with hot air.

The hunchbacked old man stood beside the stone bucket, looked at Ye Tong, whose body trembled slightly, and said in a low voice: "Little master, the hundred venom has been prepared, you hurry up and enter the bucket." ”

Ye Tong bowed slightly, watched the hunchbacked old man leave the door, and closed the door from the outside, only then did he tremble his hands and take off the clothes one by one.

Streamlined muscles, white complexion.

However!

On this white and smooth skin like mutton fat, there are scars of different lengths, which are intertwined and shocking.

"Uh-huh......"

Ye Tong stepped into the stone bucket and soaked in the dark green viscous liquid, and suddenly, the needle prick seemed to hit every nerve in his body like a tide, and a low roar sounded from Ye Tong's throat.

Pain!

Heartbreaking!

It hurts to the bone marrow!

For this kind of pain, Ye Tong has tasted it thousands of times since he was a child, and it is even more painful than this, as if he has been cut by a thousand knives, and he has also tasted the taste of going out of hell.

After snorting, he immediately sat cross-legged in the stone bucket, guarding his mind, and silently running the "Pulp Washing Poison Sutra", these years, if it wasn't for the "Soul Washing Sutra" he cultivated, the supreme technique of the poison vein, I am afraid he would have died thousands of times, not to mention, he had to suppress that divine soul all the time......

Medicine is poison.

He is also poisonous.

His body needs to fight poison with poison to continue his life.

in the main courtyard.

The hunchbacked old man slowly stepped out of the courtyard gate, his rickety body, suddenly trembled imperceptibly, his backbone straightened a lot in an instant, and the deep gaze swept over the three people in the courtyard, and at the moment when he stayed deeply at the courtyard gate, the murderous intent loomed.

After a while, the dragon head crutch in the hand of the hunchbacked old man focused on the ground, and he didn't look at the three of them and said: "I advise the three of you to leave immediately, otherwise, it will affect Yangchi and suffer from the disaster of blood and light, no wonder the old slave did not remind." ”

Zhang Pinshou frowned and was silent, while the girl from Allure showed a hint of surprise and turned her head to glance at the courtyard door.

However.

Zhang Zhongying's beautiful face showed a little warmth, looked directly at the hunchbacked old man, and hummed: "If we get the medicine, we will leave immediately, otherwise, the intimidation of a few words will not achieve the purpose you want us to leave." ”

"Don't want to leave?"

The murderous moment in the eyes of the hunchbacked old man was not gone, but a strange smile appeared on the old man's face: "In this way, even if we meet, we can't have cause and effect with my little master, right? ”

Shout!

Three ghostly figures suddenly appeared on the courtyard wall silently, and their voices with a thick sarcastic tone surged like waves: "The old dog beside the poisonous demon Huo Lanqiu is kind-hearted! The death and life of the three ants can even arouse your poor kindness......

The hunchbacked old man's eyes were like torches, staring at the bald old man led by him, and said in a cold voice: "Yin and Yang old monster...... Mu Wutian!"