On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

The abbot was so excited that he stepped forward and wanted to hold Miaomiao's hand.

"Miaomiao, tell me, am I about to die? Why am I seeing the Ghost King?"

Seeing that he had misunderstood, Miaomiao quickly said: "No, no, it's not that I'm going to die, but that you have a chance to do this."

The abbot didn't want to hear about chance. As long as he knew about this kind of metaphysics, he wasn't going to die.

Of course, he is not afraid of death, but he has space in him, and it is a space that is very important to Yan Ruyu. If he dies, what will Ruyu do?

right? Yes, that's it. He's not afraid of death or anything.

The abbot breathed a sigh of relief.

Yan Ruyu secretly laughed and asked Miaomiao: "What is the opportunity? Please tell me in detail."

Miaomiao continued: "This is indeed a type of witch doctor. Witch doctors have many evil skills, which are different from Miaojiang."

"I have also traveled around the world in the past few years, and I know that everything in the world has its own wonders and can happen, so I believe in the existence of witch doctors."

"A few years ago, on the way to the northwest, I met a witch doctor. He came from outside the customs, but his speech and behavior were no different from those in the customs. If I hadn't seen him take human lives, and I have the insect king He doesn't dare to touch me easily, or he will silence me."

"After we got to know each other, we were polite and wary of each other. We walked together for a while and saw some of his tricks. I don't like to talk, but he talks a lot and shows off and boasts, so I understand a lot."

"This should be a kind of witch doctor's skill. It is similar to our love Gu. It is called the root of love. Usually the Han people say that the root of love is deep. It is a description, but to them, it is a fact."

The abbot felt a heavy pain in his chest. This was too...unbelievable, right?

Da Ru couldn't help but touch his chest, and the two looked at each other, speechless.

Huo Changhe frowned and asked, "Is there any way to resolve it?"

Miaomiao pondered for a moment: "This is the chance thing I just mentioned."

He said, looking towards the abbot.

The abbot was stared at by his black and white eyes and suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck.

"What do you want me to do? I don't know how to do it."

"You don't have to know it, but you can see the Ghost King's eyes, right?"

The abbot swallowed, glanced at the secret guard's chest, and nodded slowly: "Yes..."

"That's it. The key to cracking it is here. The witch doctor said at the beginning that the way to crack it is to find someone who has the chance and wipe it with the blood of the Poison King to remove it."

"For many people, these two points are difficult to achieve, so they are destined to have no solution."

"First, if you have the chance, you should pick one in a million. Second, the Poison King is hard to find and even harder to tame."

"And people who have been planted with the root of love will obey the words of the person with deep love once the root system is stable, just like a puppet. If they don't want to, they will feel pain all over the body and the pain will be unbearable. Of course, as time goes by, the consciousness will gradually lose, and the pain will be unbearable. There’s no such thing as unwillingness.”

Huo Changhe gritted his teeth: "How vicious!"

Yan Ruyu was delighted: "Then we have both. There are those who have the opportunity, and there are also poison kings."

Miaomiao nodded: "Yes, so, he is a lucky one."

Secret guard: "..." Is this considered a blessing? This is good luck.

Hearing what he just said, he broke out in cold sweats. He was not afraid of death. After all, as a secret guard, life and death only lasted a moment. When serving the prince, he was never afraid of death.

But if you are turned into a puppet and lose the ability to think on your own, you may even be arranged to attack the prince...

Thinking about it, he felt that life would be worse than death.

Huo Changhe endured his shock and anger, it would be great if there was a way to save him.

Save people first, then talk about other things.

Although the secret guards are subordinates, they have been together through life and death for countless times, and they are no different from brothers.

He couldn't watch any innocent person die in vain.

"Can it be cured now?"

Miaomiao nodded: "You need to prepare in advance."

"What do you need to prepare? Just tell me." Yan Ruyu said, "Medicine or something else?"

"You need bitter pomelo leaves and boil water to take a bath. Bitter pomelo leaves can ward off evil spirits. After taking a bath with the water boiled by the bitter pomelo leaves, the master dips his fingers into the blood of the Poison King and rubs it into the mouth of the Ghost King, making sure that every tooth is covered. remove."

After saying that, everyone looked at the abbot.

The abbot's throat rolled, and he felt a tingling sensation in his fingers before he did anything.

"Just... okay, no problem, I can do it."

Yan Ruyu nodded: "Thank you for your hard work."

The abbot waved his hand indifferently: "What's the point? For the sake of the Second Young Master, this trivial matter is nothing. Don't ask me to take a bath and wipe the blood. Even if you use my blood, it's okay."

Let’s discuss it and prepare quickly without further delay.

Bitter pomelo leaves are not a rare thing. They are available in all drug stores and are not difficult to buy. Song Ping took people to do it. According to Yan Ruyu's instructions, they divided their troops into several groups and bought them at several drug stores. At the same time, they also bought several others. Planting medicinal materials, bitter pomelo leaves are not on the medicine list.

During the preparation process, Yan Ruyu asked: "If we pull it out here, will the people with the root of love notice it?"

"Not within three days," Miao Miao replied, "after three days, you will know."

"What will happen if she finds out?"

Miaomiao thought for a while and replied: "After knowing about it, if it is within three days, then it can be remedied. If it is known after three days, there will be backlash. The extent of the backlash depends on her personal ability."

"Some people who are not powerful enough will be severely injured or even die, but some powerful witch doctors will be less injured."

Yan Ruyu thought for a moment: "I don't know her strength for the moment. No matter what, I'll hide it from her first and wait for three days to find out."

Everyone nodded and agreed.

Not long after, the people Song Ping took out came back one after another. Kuyouye also gathered together and took them to boil in a big pot. The abbot also went to his yard to wait, and took a bath after cooking.

The abbot sighed in his heart, never expecting that one day he would become the main force in saving people.

It's amazing that he still has this opportunity.

To be honest, he didn't know the secret guard, and he didn't know how he had such a chance with him.

The abbot was thinking wildly, and then suddenly thought, did he have a chance with the secret guard, or did he have a chance with the deeply affectionate witch doctor?

The abbot's heart was agitated - couldn't he have some chance with that witch doctor? Otherwise, how could he see the difference in that woman's emotional roots?

The abbot's heart was pounding, no way, right?

No, no.

He kept comforting himself that it would definitely not happen.

But the more I thought about it, the more I felt guilty.

No, you have to tell Ruyu.

Yan Ruyu was talking to Huo Changhe and felt shocked.

"My lord, you watch here first, and I'll go and check the master's side to avoid making any mistakes."

"it is good."

Yan Ruyu hurried over and saw the abbot walking back and forth.

"what happened?"

The abbot swallowed his saliva and looked nervous: "Ruyu, I don't feel right."

Yan Ruyu looked serious: "What happened, don't be impatient, tell me slowly."