Among the people in the room, except for General Yi,
The rest of the people knelt down before the Ninth Master.
You Yi knelt on one knee, his left hand holding the empty scabbard of the Dragon Slaying Sword at his waist, and his right hand clenched into a fist and hung down.
When no one dared to speak, he lowered his head and said, "Master Jiu, when we were marching, some of our brothers were shot by arrows. When there were not enough military doctors, we had to do it ourselves..."
Before he finished speaking, Lu Zhenzhi's eyelids twitched slightly: "If you dare to touch her, you will die today."
At this moment, a faint voice came from the bed behind Lu Zhenzhi: "It hurts...Brother Lu Jin...it hurts..."
Before Fu Tong'er could finish her words, Lu Zhenzhi turned around and sat down beside the bed.
Jian Weiying was trembling with fear, as if she was walking on thin ice. She whispered, "Master Jiu, why don't you let the old witch have a try?"
Lu Zhenzhi helped Fu Tong'er up. At this time, her blood had soaked a large area of her clothes.
You Yi's family heirloom sword, the Dragon Slaying Sword, seemed to have absorbed Fu Tong'er's blood, and both sides of the blade revealed a scarlet cold light like a thick fog.
When Lu Zhenzhi raised his eyes and looked at everyone again...
The scene in front of me suddenly shook!
Except for King Hui and You Yi, Jian Weiying, the old witch, the witch boy, and the servants, all turned into skeletons!
The beautifully decorated inner bedroom hall turned out to be a ruined courtyard!
When Lu Zhenzhi blinked again, everything returned to normal.
"You Yi! Come here! Draw your sword!" Lu Zhenzhi ordered.
You Yizheng, kneeling on the ground, was slightly startled by the sound, but he still responded briefly and forcefully, rising to his feet. He suspected that Jiu Ye must have discovered something, which was why he distrusted the witch doctor before him.
At this moment, the old witch doctor spoke quietly: "Regent Chun, the Ninth Prince, you cannot pull out this knife casually, young lady."
At this time, King Hui was kneeling on the ground and smelled a fragrance coming from somewhere.
I just feel more comfortable the more I smell it.
Suddenly, the majestic voice of Master Jiu was heard: "You Yi, go check what she brought with her. She is carrying medical supplies!"
This sound made King Hui sober up a lot.
This underworld is full of weirdness.
You Yi clasped his fists and nodded, then walked over to the old witch. He bent down and picked up the medical box beside her...
Squat down and slowly open the top small drawer...
It was a roll of gauze and a row of fine needles for sutures.
So he pushed the first layer in.
The second floor...
It was a small porcelain bottle with an inky black body, sealed with a stopper the same color as the red lanterns in the underworld.
You Yi took it out: "What is this?"
"This..." The old witch looked up at the ink bottle, "It's painkillers."
"Painkillers?" You Yi opened it and sniffed it, then said to Jiu Ye, "Wusu San, it is indeed a painkiller."
Wu Shi San, a drug banned by Dayan. It's addictive and, while effective in relieving pain, can also cause unconsciousness, leaving the person crippled even after quitting.
The Ninth Master had issued a regent order that no province, state, or county should use fifty ounces of money without authorization.
The Shangyang County City in Pingxi Province is no longer under the control of the imperial court.
At this moment, Fu Tong'er whispered again: "Brother Lu Jin...I'm in pain..."
Lu Zhenzhi held Fu Tong'er's small hand, lowered his eyes to her pale face, and said without raising his head: "Jian Weiying, tell the witch doctor in your house to come and draw his sword. If anyone dares to play tricks, they will all be beheaded."
Jian Weiying responded in a yes and whispered, "Old Witch! Go quickly!"
The old witch stood up, carrying his medical box. The witch boy behind him began to arrange the formation with his magic tools. He set up a table across the bedroom, covered it with a clean yellow velvet cloth, and placed long tribute candles on it.
A bowl of rice, a bowl of golden rice, and a bowl of white powder of unknown origin!
In a row!
Several witch children put on ghost masks, held spirit-calling bells, and sang and danced around the altar-like offering table.
"What are you doing? Are you inviting ghosts?!"
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