Chapter 1 Life Is Better than Death

The autumn wind was blowing, and the fragrance of medicine filled the air.

Hanshan City Medicinal Materials Market, a low blue brick ancient shop in the northwest corner, with a pitch-black plaque hanging obliquely. Three vigorous and simple blood-colored characters are deep in the middle of the plaque: Zhenyao Fang.

in front of the door.

The alley paved with bluestone was broken by a sudden sound of footsteps.

The person who came was a young man with a thin figure and a face as pale as paper. His footsteps were weak and his whole body was shaking, as if a gust of wind could blow him down. The big blue and black hands clenched tightly.

"call……"

The young man panted heavily, and stopped in front of Zhenyaofang. When he bent down, he put the sack under his feet, and the black handkerchief embroidered with manjusawa patterns. After taking out the handkerchief with trembling hands, he raised his arm with difficulty and wiped his forehead. Dense sweat stains.

He is Ye Tong!

He is the drug boy of Zhenyaofang, and the only owner of Zhenyaofang.

Ye Tong clenched the handkerchief tightly, raised her head, and stared at the plaque in front of her eyes. Complicated light slowly flowed out from her dull eyes. Ye Tong hated this place, but was attached to it. This place was his hell, but it was also his safe haven.

"The little master is back!"

A deep and hoarse voice came from the door of Zhenyaofang. A hunchbacked old man in his dying years, leaning on a faucet and a cane, staggered out of the threshold. Judging from his appearance alone, it seemed that he hadn't lived for a few years.

"Ahem..."

Ye Tong withdrew his gaze, coughed violently, wiped off the black blood spilling from the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief, picked up the sack by his feet again, nodded and said, "I'm back."

The old man with a hunchback asked: "Have you found the blood ganoderma and dead bone grass?"

Ye Tong strode forward and passed by the hunchbacked old man, leaving only an erratic voice: "Ninety-year-old wild blood ganoderma, one hundred and twenty-year-old bone grass, but the blue silver left by the old thing is all gone. "

"It's over when the flowers are finished." Hearing the young man's words, the hunchbacked old man's face was full of wrinkles, he turned around and followed Ye Tong, and said with a satisfied smile: "My little master found these two main medicinal materials, how much more can they be?" Live for two months."

Ye Tong's staggering footsteps did not stop, but her tone became a bit colder: "Yao slave, can you stop saying the same thing every time? I know how long I can live! Go cook the medicine, I can't hold it anymore .”

The hunchbacked old man didn't seem to hear the change in Ye Tong's tone, and he still had the same old smiling face, hehe said: "I'm afraid I can't take a medicine bath. There are customers in the store, so I can't drive them away."

"Huh?" Ye Tong paused, glanced at the gorgeous car frame parked in the alley in front of him, frowned and asked, "Are you asking for medicine?"

The hunchbacked old man said, "A beggar for medicine!"

"Let them wait."

Ye Tong's footsteps were a little faster than before, 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 directly from the corridor on the left to the arch of the courtyard.

There are several futons on the ground in the courtyard. At this moment, there are three people sitting cross-legged on the futons, an old man with silver hair who is over seventy years old and wearing a luxurious robe, and a beautiful woman in a light blue dress who still has charm. Wife, a girl who fell into the mortal world like a mysterious girl.

They watched Ye Tong walk towards the 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 chuckled and said, "My little master."

The middle-aged beautiful woman frowned slightly, and her vigorous figure sprinted in an instant, blocking the way before Ye Tong entered the arch. He snorted coldly and said, "Since you're back, quickly refine the medicine for us. The illness of our elders cannot be delayed. If you delay, you can't afford the consequences."

"Get out before you wait." Ye Tong stopped in her tracks, her eyes flickering coldly, like a beast staring at the woman in front of her.

Ye Tong, he...

Feel the soul expand.

I can't hold it anymore!

The middle-aged beautiful woman 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 has it been since I met such an arrogant person?

It seems that since I took over the Zhang business group more than ten years ago, no one has dared to speak to me so arrogantly, right? He is a little guy, how dare he...

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

Leaning on a crutch with a faucet, the hunchbacked old man walked slowly to the side of the middle-aged beautiful woman. His expression was no longer full of smiles, but as indifferent as frost.

The middle-aged beautiful woman was furious, and at the moment when the domineering aura broke out, she sternly shouted: "I give you the face to entrust the heavy task of refining medicine to you. Don't give me shame, hurry up and refine the medicine for us, or..."

"Hmph, what else?"

The back of the hunchbacked old man straightened, and a turbulent aura erupted from him. Amidst the surging murderous intent, the domineering aura was fully revealed: "I earned my face, not you. If you don't show off your prestige, get lost..."

"hiss……"

The pupils of the middle-aged beautiful woman shrank, and she took a few steps back in an instant as her body trembled.

She never dreamed that the old hunchbacked old man in front of her could display such a powerful aura. She had a feeling that what she was facing was no longer an old man, but a ferocious and terrifying wild beast. Peerless monster.

"Zhong Ying, don't be rude."

The silver-haired old man in a luxurious robe shouted at the middle-aged beautiful woman. After Jianbu arrived, with fear and apology in his eyes, he clasped his fists and said, "My daughter is rude, please forgive me. Since your young master is not free for the time being, we will just wait. As an apology, ask for medicine We will double the price."

"My lord?" The hunchbacked old man turned to look at Ye Tong.

Ye Tong's body trembled undetectably a few times, and his complexion became even paler. As his throat became sweeter, blood gushed out and was swallowed by him, but a streak of blood still overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

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

finished.

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

Zhang Zhongying opened her mouth, but she didn't say a word. Although she still had an angry look on her face, she was keenly aware of the blood spilling from the corner of Ye Tong's mouth in an instant.

And... the state of the young man at the moment.

She suddenly felt that the person leaving in front of her didn't look like a young man, but rather like an old man in his dying years, and he had reached the point where all his oil was exhausted. Not only did she feel this way, but even her father Zhang Pinshou and that alluring girl also felt this way.

"He, can you..."

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

The hunchbacked old man waved his hand to interrupt the Qingcheng girl. A worried expression appeared on his wrinkled face. After hesitating for a moment, he said in a deep voice, "I want to ask for medicine, so wait outside."

The words fell.

The hunchbacked old man stepped into the arch of the courtyard without hesitation.

Even, at this moment, the hunchbacked old man's footsteps became much lighter. After catching up with Ye Tong, he whispered: "My lord, wait a moment, the old slave will dispense the medicine for you today!"

"Ahem..."

Ye Tong stopped, and after passing the sack in his hand, he took out the black handkerchief embroidered with mandosahua pattern again.

As the breeze blows, yellow leaves fly like butterflies, and the bluestone ground seems to be covered with golden sea waves. In the house, sandalwood is ignited, and the faint scent of sandalwood gradually permeates, filling every corner of the house.

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

Inside the house, there is a dazzling blood-red Eight Immortals table in the main hall. On the table is a cauldron furnace, half a meter high, dark and mellow, with eight lifelike dragon patterns that look like real spirits. The exquisite carving is breathtaking. Above the center of the room, a dark purple coffin was hung, bringing a sense of chill to the room.

Under the purple coffin.

The hot air curls up in the stone cylinder and is lingering.

The hunchbacked old man stood beside the stone bucket, looked at Ye Tong who was trembling slightly, and said in a low voice: "My lord, the venom has been prepared, you hurry up and put it in the bucket."

Ye Tong nodded slightly, watched the hunchbacked old man leave the door, and closed the door from the outside, then took off the clothes with trembling hands.

Streamlined muscles, fair complexion.

However!

On this suet-like white and smooth skin, there are scars of different lengths, intricately intertwined and shocking.

"uh-huh……"

Ye Tong stepped into the stone bucket and was soaked in the dark green viscous liquid. Immediately, needle-like pain hit every nerve in his body like a tide, and a low growl sounded from Ye Tong's throat.

pain!

It broke our hearts!

It hurts to the marrow!

For this kind of pain, Ye Tong has experienced it thousands of times since he was a child, and it is even more painful than this. He has also tasted what it is like to go through hell once by a thousand knives.

After the muffled snort, he immediately sat cross-legged in the stone bucket, kept his mind on his mind, and silently began to run the "Marrow Cleansing Poison Sutra". Over the years, if he hadn't practiced the "Marrow Cleansing Poison Sutra", the supreme skill of poison veins , I'm afraid he has died tens of millions of times, let alone suppressing 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 stepped out of the courtyard gate slowly. His hunched body suddenly trembled slightly imperceptibly, and his spine straightened a lot in an instant. His deep gaze passed over the three people in the courtyard, deeply While staying at the gate of the courtyard deeply, murderous intent loomed.

After a while, the crutches in the hands of the hunchbacked old man touched the ground, without looking at the three of them, he said: "I advise the three to leave immediately, otherwise, it will harm Yangchi and suffer bloody disasters. No wonder the old slave didn't remind me."

Zhang Pinshou frowned and remained silent, while the alluring girl showed a touch of surprise, and turned her head to glance at the courtyard gate.

However.

On Zhang Zhongying's beautiful face, there was a bit of warmth and anger, looking straight at the hunchbacked old man, and humming: "We will leave immediately when we get the medicine, otherwise, a few words of intimidation will not achieve your purpose of wanting us to leave .”

"Don't want to leave?"

The murderous intent in the eyes of the hunchbacked old man is still there, but a strange smile appeared on his old face: "So, even if we meet, I won't have any cause and effect with my little master, right? You can do whatever you want."

call out!

Three ghostly figures suddenly appeared on the courtyard wall without a sound, and their voices were full of sarcasm, surging like waves: "The old dog beside the poisonous Huo Lanqiu has a kind heart! The life and death of the three ants can actually arouse your poor kindness..."

The hunchbacked old man stared intently at the bald old man in charge, and said in a cold voice, "Old yin and yang...Mu Wutian!"

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