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

The place was dead silent.

Huo Changhe threw a small porcelain bottle to Jin Collar: "Give him some cold water and drink one."

Jin Qing didn't go looking for any cold water. He took a tea cup from the table. There was still half a cup of cold tea left by someone who didn't know who drank it. He directly made half a cup of snow on the snow outside.

When you enter the house and turn on the fire, the snow water melts with the cold tea.

Jin Collar couldn't wait any longer, so he stuffed tea, water, snow, and the medicine into the old man's mouth.

He pinched the old man's chin with one hand and pushed the tea cup into it with the other hand. From time to time, the tea cup hit his teeth.

Everyone had a toothache after hearing this.

The old lady couldn't help but ask: "Xianzhang, what is that?"

"The antidote," Huo Changhe said concisely, "can cure the poison temporarily."

This medicine was Huo Changhe's private possession. He couldn't use it until he got it. He originally planned to use it on himself.

Most detoxification drugs can detoxify, but detoxification generally pays attention to the symptoms. This drug can relieve the poison for a while, but after the effect of the drug wears off, you will either die or it will become more serious.

When he was at the border, he made all kinds of preparations. If he was really poisoned by someone one day, he would take this medicine and use his last sober time to arrange funeral arrangements.

Today, I will use it on Mr. Qi.

When the old lady heard this, she was startled: "Detoxification? Does the immortal mean that my husband is poisoned, not sick?"

Huo Changhe ignored her and stared at the old man.

For a moment, the old man frowned slightly and his eyelids trembled.

Huo Changhe glanced at Jin Collar, who grabbed the old man by the collar and slapped him twice.

The old man, who was still in a daze and not fully awake, was suddenly beaten awake.

I opened my eyes and saw the unfamiliar golden collar. I felt cold again and found myself on the ground.

"You, who are you?"

Jin Qing didn't say anything, picked him up, kicked his knees, and made him kneel in front of Huo Changhe.

Mr. Qi didn't even realize what was going on, so he knelt down.

All the bones in his body were about to fall apart, and his face turned red with anger: "You are so rude!"

He struggled to get up, but with just a little force on Jin Collar's hand, he couldn't move at all.

"Let go, let me go, what are you doing?" The old man turned around and saw that there were all his servants outside, and there were also grandchildren and wives in the house. He was totally embarrassed.

Qi Jingliang wanted to step forward and say something, but Huo Changhe glanced at him and swept him back.

Huo Changhe asked in a deep voice: "Let me ask you, who did it with you in the abandoned yard?"

Mr. Qi immediately stopped moving. Wang Zha came up with this problem and almost knocked him unconscious.

He raised his head and looked at Huo Changhe: "What kind of abandoned yard, who is this person, I..."

Huo Changhe raised his hand, and Jin Collar slapped them both in the face again.

One of Mr. Qi's back molars was knocked out, and he screamed in pain.

Huo Changhe sat on the chair, leaning forward, so powerful that no one dared to straighten their backs.

"What are you asking, what are you talking about? I don't have the patience to talk nonsense with you. I'm in a very bad mood right now. I will kill anyone who dares to talk nonsense."

Old Master Qi's mouth was bleeding, and his heart was pounding. He usually encountered a tough situation this time, but he also knew that he couldn't talk about that matter, because if he did, he would die faster.

"I have no idea……"

Huo Changhe sneered: "You can't say it without seeing blood, right?"

As soon as the words fell, the sword was unsheathed, cold light flashed, and blood appeared.

While everyone screamed in surprise, two fingers of Mr. Qi's left hand, which he was supporting on the ground, were severed.

He cried out in pain, but couldn't move, and his inner clothes were instantly soaked with cold sweat.

The old lady trembled and said: "Immortal, why is this so?"

"Why?" Huo Changhe looked at her with cold eyes, "How did your second son die? You ask me why?"

The old lady's face turned pale and her eyes turned red: "My son..."

"Okay," Huo Changhe said in a sarcastic tone, "Why are you crying? Pretending! You clearly know that your son is lingering on the edge of death, waiting for death every day, but you turn a blind eye. You go to burn incense and worship Buddha, or build a Buddhist temple when he is gone. , hiding inside and not coming out.”

"Buddha bless kind-hearted people, don't you? As a mother, you watch your son die tragically and remain indifferent. As a husband and wife, you watch your husband do animal things without trying to stop you. Why do you have the face to cry here? ?”

"Shut your mouth, I don't want to hear another word from you!"

The old lady burst into tears and choked back the rest of her words.

Song Ping stepped forward and tapped her mute point.

Mr. Yan was stunned and dizzy from the shock: "What? Why are you watching your son die tragically? What are you talking about?"

"My dad? How did my dad die? Didn't he die of illness?" Qi Jingliang asked confused.

"Idiot!" Huo Changhe cursed.

Qi Jingliang wanted to refute, but didn't dare.

Mr. Qi knelt on the ground, feeling hurt and scared. He didn't know how Huo Changhe knew so many things.

Including the death of his second son, no one in the Qi family knew about it except him and his old wife.

Besides, it’s been so long.

"You won't tell me, will you?" The sword in Huo Changhe's hand was still dripping with blood, "Bring him a mirror."

Song Ping went into the room, brought a mirror, and took a look in front of Mr. Qi.

Old Mrs. Qi looked down, startled, and his eyes suddenly widened: "I, how could I..."

"Why are you old again? Why is your immortality technique not working anymore?" Huo Changhe sneered, "Then do you know why you are sick this time? You are sick, you were poisoned."

Mr. Qi looked up in shock.

"Poisoning? How is this possible?"

"Is it possible? You will experience it yourself later," Huo Changhe didn't bother to explain this and turned his head to look at the door, "Is anyone here yet?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was the sound of footsteps, and the secret guards escorted two people in.

The young man dragged one leg, had a wound on his forehead, and blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

The older one was even worse. His shoulders and legs were slashed, the wounds were still bleeding, one of his eyes was swollen, and there were blood spots on his front. He looked miserable and miserable.

The servants hurriedly shouted and separated. The old man turned around to look and said in surprise: "Mr. Zhou? Xiao Zhou, what's wrong with you?"

Huo Changhe chuckled: "What's wrong? Why don't you ask first, why did he poison you?"

Old Mrs. Qi was stunned: "Is it you?"

"I don't. Who are you and why do you want to arrest us? Is there any law?" Xiao Zhou shouted.

The secret guard kicked him over: "Why are you running if you don't feel guilty? Why are you being arrested? Don't you have any idea?"

Huo Changhe unfolded a portrait in front of him: "Is this you?"

Xiao Zhou took a closer look and found that it was indeed his portrait. It looked really like him.

But why draw him?

"Yes, so what? Why are you painting me?"

"Why? When you lied to Mrs. Chen, why didn't you say why?" Huo Changhe put away the portrait, "Use the medicine shed to attract pregnant women to come to see a doctor to get medicine for miscarriage, and you secretly recorded their residence and family Depending on the situation, when the time is right, we will abduct them.”

"Based on this, shouldn't I arrest you?"