Yan Qingqiu frowned and said quickly: "Hey, I won't do anything to her without your consent, although I really want to do something to her, but I want to save you the trouble."

"Help me catch a mouse, and I will transfer the Gu to the animal."

"Where can I catch it? I just poisoned all the rats in the yard a few days ago." Yan Qingqiu was really depressed.

An Yan was busy with her work and said to him, "Then go outside and catch it. Look for it under the wall. It shouldn't be difficult to find it."

Yan Qingqiu of course had to do as he was told. He then asked, "Is he dead or alive?"

"Of course it's alive." An Yan answered him, pointing to a cage on the corridor and said, "Hey, throw the mouse in here."

"I'll be there right away." Yan Qingqiu said and went out carrying the cage.

Hua Ye asked An Yan: "What if the mouse is useless?"

"It shouldn't be." An Yan said this without much confidence, but she could only try her best. She looked at the wound on Li Rongsen's body again, and the bleeding speed was slower than before.

"Disciple, there are many capable people, but there are not many who are capable and kind at the same time. What's more, it is such a trouble. Master is very pleased." Hua Ye suddenly seemed to remember something, and some sadness surged in his heart.

An Yan didn't understand what he meant and said, "Master, what are you thinking of now?"

"It's a pity for my Pharmacist Valley. It's all my fault for not being capable." Hua Ye sighed.

The three words "Pharmacist Valley" sound very familiar, but An Yan didn't have time to think too much about it now. She was fully focused on Li Rongsen's situation, and would glance at Zhou Qianqian from time to time.

After a cup of tea, Yan Qingqiu came back with the mice in his hand. His clothes were wrinkled and dirty, and his face was covered in dirt. He said, "Hey, we caught two. Is that enough?"

An Yan glanced at him and said, "Okay, leave it here and go take a shower. It's so dirty."

"I'm not afraid of being dirty, I'm just afraid of being smelly." Yan Qingqiu put down the cage and went to take a shower.

An Yan opened the jar and saw that the medicine inside had solidified. She picked up some with a silver needle and then stabbed it into the body of a mouse, which died soon after.

Hua Ye frowned and said, "It seems not possible."

"He can't withstand this poison. Maybe it's because his vitality is too weak, or maybe it just won't work if he moves it to an animal?" An Yan was a little anxious at this moment.

An Cheng came in from outside, holding a chicken and a duck in his hands, and asked, "What will happen if it happens to the duck or the chicken?"

"This kind of livestock has even weaker vitality, it's no good." An Yan shook her head.

"Let's give it a try." An Cheng always felt that it was worth a try.

An Yan picked up the silver needle and pricked the chickens and ducks, and they died as well.

Grandpa Hua frowned and said, "It's a waste of a chicken and a duck. We can't eat them anymore."

"What should I do?" An Cheng threw the chickens and ducks out dejectedly.

"Dad, don't throw them away, burn them. It will be troublesome if someone eats them." An Yan reminded him, and then walked to the yard, trying to think carefully whether there were other methods written in the books she had read.

Yan Qingqiu came out of the shower and asked, "How was it? Was it successful?"

"No." An Yan shook her head and said, "It can't be moved over. This method has failed."

"If it can't be moved, just find a substitute." Yan Qingqiu blurted out. He was just saying it casually, but An Yan became interested. She thought this method could be tried, but who should she find to be a substitute?

At this time, Hua Ye also walked into the yard and said to An Yan: "The so-called substitute means that you are connected by the same bloodline."

"That's exactly what you mean." An Yan nodded.

"I recently planted a herb. It needs a human blood connection to bear fruit. How about we try it?" Hua Ye suggested.

"That's great, let's give it a try." An Yan nodded.

Yan Qingqiu looked over at Li Rongsen's face, then glanced at his wound, and found that the white cotton cloth was stained red again. Fortunately, the blood did not seep through quickly. He said to An Yan in a rare serious tone, "An Yan, we can try, but in the end, we have to let Li Rongsen survive."

An Yan looked at him and said, "I know, give me some more time."

Yan Qingqiu said nothing more. He was already prepared to be an executioner, and he would take the blame for this crime.

Hua Ye brought over a flowerpot with a grass planted in it. It was called a grass, but in fact it looked like a small tree. There was a fruit on it, which was green and the size of a lemon.

An Yan started to take the blood from Zhou Qianqian's fingers, and after refining it with the herbs, poured it into the basin. It quickly seeped into the soil.

Hua Ye said: "We will know whether it is successful in half an hour."

"Wait." An Yan replied while sitting next to Li Rongsen. She had already thought of the worst outcome.

Yan Qingqiu sat next to Zhou Qianqian.

"Come here." An Yan shouted at him to stay away from Zhou Qianqian.

"I won't." Yan Qingqiu refused. He insisted on sitting there and said, "I'll sit here. I can't sit anymore."

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An Yan stood up and pulled him over to sit next to Li Rongsen, saying, "You watch him."

Yan Qingqiu said, "Next time we go to Flower Snake Mountain, we will definitely turn the mountain upside down. I have never seen anyone bullied like this."

"We have to go to Flower Snake Mountain and find out who is causing the trouble. This is not something the mountain master would do." An Yan frowned. The mayor of West City beside her knew something about the snake on the mountain. She didn't want to take any ruthless action before she found out the truth.

Speaking of which, there is the Flower Snake Mountain on the other side.

The mountain master Qinghua finally came out today.

He was dressed in a long blue robe, looked elegant, and had a handsome face and graceful manners. But even so, it was difficult for him to find a wife. Even if he did find one, it would be easy for her to not live long enough to see him come out of seclusion.

He just went through the ceremony on the wedding day and then did not even enter the bridal chamber, but went straight into the retreat room.

After calculating the date, he decided to go out and see his wife.

Mainly he wanted to see if his wife was still there and how the outside was clean. There were countless snakes on the mountain, and there were many disciples, all of whom were too lazy to even help fix an overturned oil bottle.

But he was a little surprised. The main hall was clean and tidy. He shouted, "Someone come."

Someone came in immediately. He bowed and said, "Master, you are out of retreat."

"Is the madam still here?"

"Yes, I am in seclusion in the secret room."

Qinghua was surprised that he actually married a wife with the same hobbies as himself, and asked again: "Is she the one who cleans?"

"Yes brothers, once early, once late, keep it clean."

"Really? All of them changed their gender?" Qinghua found it unbelievable.

"That's right. No one dares to disobey the madam. We all want to survive." The man smiled with embarrassment and helplessness.

Qinghua frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"

The man lifted his sleeves and showed Qinghua his wrists, saying, "We have all eaten a kind of poison. If we don't behave, our stomachs will hurt for three days and three nights."

"Ridiculous! She is so brave. Take me to see." Qinghua asked him to lead the way. She thought to herself, this is too much. All the brothers on the mountain listen to her alone. Then she would be a useless mountain master. Wouldn't she have sidelined her?

The man walked with Qinghua to a house and found the door was closed.

Qinghua kicked the door open and signaled his men to move away. He then went straight into the room and saw a graceful woman sitting in front of a dressing table.