This is a man in his fifties, covered in coal dust and tattered clothes. He looks like a charcoal seller who has worked hard all year round. However, he looks very strong, and it is obvious that one cannot do this job without a healthy body.

"Huh? Isn't this Pan Lao Si?? You are also sick with your body shape?"

"Pan Lao Si has come to see me? Wow! I haven't seen him in years!"

"Pan Laosi, take it easy when you're pulling the coal cart! Your whole family depends on you for food!"

…

Many residents of Qingfeng Street who were sitting aside to rest after seeing the doctor recognized that the middle-aged man covered in coal dust was the charcoal seller Pan Laosi.

But at this time, Pan Laosi was sitting there motionless!

Those cloudy eyes just stared at Ye Wuque without blinking.

It was not until a few breaths later that Ye Wuque finished writing the prescription. As usual, he handed it to the young man Acheng and asked him to take the patient to get the medicine.

At this moment, Ye Wuque looked at Pan Laosi in front of him.

"Where do you feel uncomfortable?" Ye Wuque asked softly, his eyes calm.

"I feel uncomfortable..."

Hearing this, Pan Laosi's voice sounded with a hint of hoarseness, as if his throat became like this because he had been working with coal all day and inhaled too much coal dust.

"Any disease has a cause and it doesn't appear out of thin air."

Ye Wuque replied.

"Yes! The cause of my illness is actually very simple. I am a charcoal seller, and the coal in my home is stored in the warehouse. It has always been well kept. And there are too many things to pay attention to when storing coal. It cannot be exposed to moisture, open flames, or high temperatures. It is extremely troublesome and requires extreme caution. For this reason, there are even people specially hired to watch over the coal, for fear of accidents, for fear that there will be problems with the charcoal in the warehouse."

"It took a lot of effort and energy, and it took a long time, to keep the coal in the warehouse in good condition."

"but!"

"Even though I tried so hard and put so much energy into it, an accident still happened a few days ago!"

“Not only are all the people who specialize in looking at carbon gone, but the coal is gone too!”

"Something that belongs to me just disappeared like that!"

"Shopkeeper Ye..."

"If you were me, would you be sad? Would you be upset? Would you be angry? Would you..."

"Want to kill someone?"

After Pan Laosi uttered the last three words in a hoarse voice, there seemed to be a hint of solemnity.

But Pan Laosi's voice was not low, and many patients heard it, and they all looked a little confused.

"Pan Lao Si, what are you talking about?"

"What nonsense! What warehouse? What do you mean by hiring people? You work so hard to earn a few bucks, and it's only enough to feed your family, right? Why are you pretending to be so arrogant?"

"Pan Lao Si, if you are sick, go see a doctor. If you are not sick, don't bother Shopkeeper Ye!"

"That's right, you come here to tell a story? Are you bored? Be careful that your carbon bike will be towed away by someone else, and you won't even have anywhere to cry when the time comes!"

…

As a result, many patients who came to the pharmacy to see a doctor started speaking one after another. For a moment, everyone thought that Pan Laosi came here just because he was bored.

Only Ye Wuque remained calm, as if his expression did not change at all after hearing Pan Laosi's long speech. He just gave a light answer, a very simple sentence.

"How do you prove that the warehouse and the coal are yours?"

As soon as Ye Wuque said this, many patients immediately nodded subconsciously!

For a moment, the atmosphere in the entire pharmacy seemed to become hot.

The solemn and murderous feeling brought by Pan Laosi's words disappeared, and instead became a little funny.

Pan Laosi looked deeply at Ye Wuque with his turbid eyes, and then continued to speak hoarsely.

"No one can just steal my stuff!"

"The coal that belongs to me must be taken back eventually."

"At that time, the thieves will have to pay an unimaginable price."

"Shopkeeper Ye, what do you think?"

After saying the last sentence, Pan Laosi stood up, turned around and left.

Ye Wuque just glanced at Pan Laosi's back and then looked away and continued speaking.

"Next patient."

The appearance of Pan Laosi seemed to be just an inexplicable episode and was soon forgotten. Ye Wuque continued to treat patients.

Time passed slowly, and soon, night fell again.

Only after the last patient was seen did Ye Wuque stand up, stretch, and then start proofing as usual.

Ye Wuque didn't seem to be in a hurry at all, and walked slowly until all the doors of the pharmacy were closed.

Then Ye Wuque began to count the medicinal materials. After another half an hour of hard work, he finally finished the count.

After doing all this, Ye Wuque made himself a pot of hot tea.

The steam is rising, and the green tea leaves are bubbling in it, and the fragrance of the tea spreads out bit by bit.

When the surging tea leaves returned to calm, Ye Wuque's figure had disappeared from the spot.

Lantern City.

Cangyu Street.

The ruins of the former Black Sun Villa are now empty.

Night fell and it was pitch black.

But on this empty stone, there seemed to be a strong figure sitting cross-legged.

In front, in the night, a tall and slender figure slowly walked towards us, getting closer and closer.

With a calm expression, Ye Wuque looked at the muscular figure on the stone, who was none other than Pan Lao Si.

When Pan Laosi's cloudy eyes saw Ye Wuque appear, a captivating light flashed across them!

The two men were about ten feet apart, and Ye Wuque stopped.

Wow!

I saw Pan Laosi throwing something towards Ye Wuque, which seemed to be a package, and it fell right at Ye Wuque's feet.

The package opened, and a bloody...head rolled out from it!

Beautiful and virtuous.

This is the head belonging to Yan Fangshu.

But Ye Wuque just took a glance and then looked at Pan Laosi again.

"Shopkeeper Ye, you're welcome. This is just a gift from me to you."

"Satisfied?"

Pan Laosi spoke from afar with a slightly hoarse voice, giving people an inexplicable sense of horror in the night.

Ye Wuque did not say anything, but just watched quietly.

As for Pan Lao Si, he continued to speak as if to himself: "I'm very curious, who... are you?"

"Where did it come from?"

"Although your origins are very clear, and you are from Dengming City, I know that you can't possibly be from Dengming City."

"There is no way there is someone like you in this 'Xianyuan Ancestral Land'..."

"So, can you clear this up for me?"

Having said this, Pan Lao Si paused, then grinned with a hint of grimness in his smile, and then continued.

"If you answer well and satisfy me, maybe in a good mood, I can..."

"I'll spare your life!"

"How about it?"

"Merciful?"

"I am sincere, right?"

Ye Wuque, who was standing with his hands behind his back, shook his head slightly when he heard this.

"You have used your spiritual power to occupy the body of a mortal to come to see me. This is already very insincere."

"You're still so pretentious when you talk."

"I don't like it even more."

The moment the words fell, Ye Wuque's eyes flashed when he looked at Pan Laosi!

Pan Lao Si, who was sitting, seemed to sense something and immediately said, "I advise you not to do this!"

"You must cherish this opportunity to communicate with me!"

“This is also the only chance!”

"Otherwise, the consequences will be unbearable..."

Buzz!

Suddenly, Pan Laosi's voice stopped abruptly, his head tilted, and he seemed to have fallen asleep.