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

Huo Changhe stood in the shadows and chuckled.

Helpless, I still feel a little miserable.

Jin Chi suddenly said: "That old man."

Huo Changhe frowned: "What old man?"

"You saved that old man two years ago."

Huo Changhe suddenly remembered that this was indeed the case.

At that time, people addicted to Duoxiang Powder began to appear in the border area. He went around to investigate and came across an old man who was about to be burned to death. The villagers said he was a monster.

After careful questioning, Huo Changhe was sure that the old man was not a monster, but he was indeed different from ordinary people.

The old man was grateful for his life-saving grace and told him something he had never heard before. The old man claimed to be from a hidden family and gave him a life-saving pill.

He was busy at the time, and after so much time, he had already forgotten about it.

Huo Changhe thought for a moment: "You mean, someone like that old man took everything away?"

Jinqie nodded.

The old man said that although the people in his family are different from ordinary people, they still need to practice hard in order to show their supernatural powers.

Yan Ruyu is so young, less than 20 years old, so even if she continues to practice, it will be impossible.

Huo Changhe clenched his hands into fists: "It seems that this matter is getting more and more complicated. The person behind it is really powerful. Even this kind of person can use it."

……

Yan Ruyu didn't know that Huo Changhe's thoughts were led astray by Jin Collar, and he rode out of the city.

It's been less than an hour since I came out, so I have plenty of time.

The moonlight is beautiful tonight. The full moon hangs in the middle, illuminating the road as bright as water. The cool night breeze blows past her face. Yan Ruyu exhales lightly and slows down involuntarily.

Ever since I traveled here, I have never felt so relaxed at this moment.

However, he could only relax for a few seconds when he accidentally spotted the wheel marks on the ground.

Thinking of the carriage he met at the back door of Wen Mansion, he picked up the reins and followed the car's tracks.

This road is not an official road and is slightly narrow. Most people usually walk into the city. People pushing carts and driving carts do not use this road. The carriage left the city very late, so the wheel marks are very clear.

After walking about two miles, I saw the two carriages. There was a mountain col below, which I could see clearly from a high position.

Yan Ruyu dismounted her horse early, tied the horse in a secret place, quietly came to the carriage, and directly put the horse and carriage into the space.

Leaning over the edge of the mountain col, looking down, I saw a man in a black cloak.

Yan Ruyu's whole body tensed up instantly, and her intuition told her that this was the real Mr. Mo.

Miss Wen stood opposite Mr. Mo, her face full of nervousness, and she held Huo Changrong's arm tightly.

Mr. Mo was wearing a mask, and his laughter overflowed from under the mask, which was a bit dull: "Miss Wen, don't be afraid, your father and I have agreed to find a good home for you."

Miss Wen was breathing rapidly and tugged at Huo Changrong's sleeves, but Huo Changrong did not speak.

"Don't worry, I have a close relationship with your father, and I won't treat you badly. Look," he raised his hand and pointed to a grave not far away, in the shadow under the tree.

There is paper pressed on the grave, it is a new grave.

"There, there is a newly deceased young master there. He was talented, handsome, and from a good family. There are many things buried with him. If Miss Wen is buried together, she will not suffer and be poor."

Miss Wen's face was pale, her eyes were wide open, she shook her head vigorously, and was so frightened that she could not speak at all.

Mr. Mo tilted his head, and a man in black next to him stepped forward, grabbed Miss Wen's shoulders, and dragged her towards the grave.

"No..." Miss Wen finally took a breath, but the man in black covered her mouth and swallowed it back.

Huo Changrong stood stiffly, motionless, like a wooden stake without emotion.

Mr. Mo gently tapped his palm with the fan in his hand: "Huo Changrong, do you know? It was you who should have died tonight.

Wen Qingzhuo and I agreed that you can't stay. "

Huo Changrong knelt down: "Please, sir, spare my life!"

Mr. Mo looked above his head: "Just now, if you had begged for Miss Wen, you would have died.

I like people who are ruthless and shameless, and you are it. "

Huo Changrong's face turned pale: "Thank you, Mr., for your compliment!"

Yan Ruyu's eyes narrowed: This Huo Changrong is really selfish to the extreme and shameless indeed.

Mr. Mo seemed to smile and took out a small bottle from his sleeve and gave it to him: "This is a reward for you. Remember, from now on, there will be no Huo Changrong in the world, only..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly turned his head and glanced in Yan Ruyu's direction.

Yan Ruyu immediately lowered her eyes, held her breath and concentrated, motionless.

The sound of wind passed by her ears, and she held her hand on the handle of the knife. If she couldn't avoid it, she would have to fight.

That day at the Taoist temple, a few men in black were difficult to deal with. I wonder how many people Mr. Mo will bring with him this time.

Mr. Mo waved his hand and asked people to take Huo Changrong away. He walked up slowly with light steps.

The steps were gentle, making a slight rustle in the grass, and Yan Ruyu's hands tightened inch by inch.

Suddenly, a loud whistle blew, and three men in black ran from the direction of the grave, as fast as lightning.

Mr. Mo pointed to the hillside: "Someone, take it down!"

Three men in black surrounded Yan Ruyu from three directions, with gleaming swords in their hands.

Yan Ruyu put on a monkey face mask, and the sword in her hand changed from one to two. The two swords were cold and fierce, and she counterattacked three swords.

Mr. Mo stood where he was, looking at this man who was outstanding in kung fu. He had long hair tied high, wearing a men's robe with the hem tucked into one side of his belt, and a strange mask on his face.

I don't remember such a person at all.

"Hold him alive!"

The three men in black stepped up their offensive. Yan Ruyu's movements were unique and she was more agile. She had the best chance of winning quickly. If it was a protracted battle, she would definitely not be able to defeat these three men.

She was so anxious that she made a feint and rolled behind a tree. She wanted to bring out a modern weapon, but she couldn't find it in a hurry. The three men in black were chasing her so closely that she had no choice but to grab two pills.

It exploded with a bang, and the poisonous mist drifted away in the wind. A man in black was too late to protect his mouth and nose and inhaled a lot. He swayed and spit out a mouthful of blood.

The other two men in black were surprised, they didn't expect it to be so powerful.

Mr. Mo sneered: "He is quite capable and interesting. Capture him and take him back to let Ming Lao become a medicine man."

The two men in black attacked from the left and right, no longer giving Yan Ruyu a chance to get something from the space.

Yan Ruyu secretly screamed, but when she was retreating, two fierce wind sounds came straight towards the man in black.

The man in black quickly dodged, and Yan Ruyu turned around to see two people running towards him from a distance.

One was wearing a Ghost King mask, the other was expressionless, and they were approaching almost in the blink of an eye.

The Ghost King was tall, protecting Yan Ruyu behind him, and looked directly at Mr. Mo.

"Who do you want to train as a medicine master?"

Mr. Mo sneered, did not answer, took two steps back, and whistled again.

Yan Ruyu looked around cautiously and whispered: "Be careful, this person is very strange."

The Ghost King chuckled: "Okay."

In the distance, the wind blew across the tops of the grass, and someone stepped on the grass, three more people.

The difference is that they are short in stature, like children, but have sinister eyes.

"Chitong." Yan Ruyu and the Ghost King said in unison.

"You know what you are doing," Mr. Mo retreated and ordered the three red boys to attack.

Yan Ruyu had seen Chitong's power with her own eyes. It wasn't that it was difficult to deal with, but that this thing was too evil and full of murderous intent.

Mr. Mo released Chitong and wanted to take advantage of the chaos to escape. When he went to the roadside and took a look, he couldn't help but wonder: Where is the carriage?