After rebirth, she became the favorite of the powerful minister.

It is rumored that hundreds of years ago, there was a group of "witch doctors" who mastered many secret techniques that ordinary people could not imagine. They could connect yin and yang, communicate with ghosts and gods, and even bring the dead back to life. For a time, the rumor that "the witch doctor group is the manifestation of gods" was almost known to every household, and the witch doctor group reached an unprecedented peak.

However, this grand occasion did not last long. According to rumors, this clan was wiped out by a natural disaster. The entire clan was wiped out overnight, leaving nothing behind. Even the secret techniques that could communicate with yin and yang, ghosts and gods did not leave a single written record.

To the extent that, up to now, it is impossible to verify whether this clan actually existed.

Using virgin blood as a guide and rare medicinal materials extracted using ancient methods, it can cure stubborn diseases and prolong life... The second half of this sentence also made her have delusions - it can bring the dead back to life. But the old man was right, everything in this world has its own fairness. Even if there is such a powerful ability in this world, who can say for sure whether the person brought back by the evil thing is a person or a ghost?

Furthermore, people love to exaggerate, saying things like "killing people with medicine" and "turning flesh into bones". In fact, there is only so much that doctors can do. Chronic diseases are chronic diseases, and life span is determined by heaven. When a person dies, it is like a light goes out. If there is a way to resurrect the person, then what regrets will there be about separation between the Yin and Yang in this world?

It was just a momentary sigh, and then it was thrown to the back of her mind, until just now, when the man roared at her with a mouth full of yellow teeth, the disgusting smell that had long been melted into his bones and blood and could not be dispersed came to her face. In the lightning and thunder, she suddenly realized where the deathly aura after the twilight came from...

"There has never been any record in historical materials about the witch doctor clan, and the so-called secret techniques are just rumors... Only the virgin blood made into the 'secret medicine' is real, and the batches of musk delivered to you are real. Ding Shengcai... shouldn't you explain these things? And... who is that person?" Yuan Ge stood up from the carved chair, leaned over the armrest to look at him.

Since he was in the imperial prison, he had to go through the first set of procedures: hang up and beat. However, this man was in very poor health, so he was treated preferentially. He was beaten a few times and threatened for a while. Even so, he looked as if he was in a trance, as if his soul was unstable.

The imperial prison was dimly lit and filled with unpleasant smells. There were also intermittent groans and wails from near and far, filling this small space.

The little girl stood here in a brocade dress, just as out of place as the clean carved chair. But for some reason, Ding Shengcai still felt scared when he met her eyes - how could he not be scared? This person revealed his deepest secret, a secret that even Yao Yunfeng and Song Wenyuan could not discover.

Ding Shengcai's face was so pale that even the candlelight couldn't warm it, making him look more and more like a skeleton dug out of the ground. He stepped back and kept a little distance, "I don't understand what the young lady said. Who? Who? Liu Mazi? Yes, he came to give me musk yesterday, and left after delivering it. I don't know where he went... As for the musk, yes, I bought it, but I only bought it once or twice, and never sold it. I guess it's not a crime punishable by death... Don't you think so, Lord Song?"

The look in his eyes flickered like a shrewd mouse.

"Whether you will die or not is not up to you, but once you enter a place like the Imperial Prison, you can't get out without losing some skin. If you want to suffer less, then answer my wife's questions honestly, otherwise... I don't mind letting you see the real hell." Song Wenyuan glanced at him. His gentle features did not show any emotion, but there was even a hint of incongruous gentleness.

As soon as he finished speaking, the whip hit the ground with a "snap" sound. Yao Yunfeng had found a whip with barbs at some point. The barbs were stained with blood and some dried flesh. He shook his head and said, "I've heard that the imperial prison is cruel. I've wanted to see it for a long time, but I never had the chance... Tsk, look at this whip, it's not even washed, it's dirty... This man went to the underworld and felt very close to a strange ghost. After asking, he found out that your flesh and my flesh are both hanging on the same whip..."

...I thought he was a very serious official, but it turns out he is like this in private.

Yuan Ge silently held her forehead in her hand. The atmosphere of the right time and place was destroyed by the discord between people. She coughed and sat back, supporting her chin and glancing at Ding Shengcai lazily. "No one can tell the truth of something that has no evidence. If he says it is true, then it is true. He asked for a sky-high price, and no one would destroy his reputation. But how can a fake thing be real? He has done a lot of evil things. Although his life has been extended, every time he wakes up from a nightmare in the middle of the night, he can't even tell whether he is alive or dead, right? The appearance in the mirror is getting more and more emaciated, even I am afraid. No matter how beautiful the brocade clothes are, I look like a walking corpse that can still breathe..."

The other person's figure swayed, and his face became increasingly pale, making him look like a breeze could blow him apart.

Not to mention the wailing and cursing in the nightmare, every time Ding Shengcai woke up in the middle of the night with his bony body, he doubted whether this so-called magic medicine was reliable. But the witch doctor also said that it was easy for ordinary people to recover from illness, let alone those who came back from the gates of hell? As long as they are still alive, they can recover slowly by slowly recuperating. He believed it and continued to provide those unscrupulous medicines and the musk and medicinal materials that he bought at a high price day after day. But after so long, why do I always feel that one foot is still at the gates of hell...

Yuan Ge changed her hand to support herself and was about to lean over to the other side when a little white dog was stuffed into her arms. Song Wenyuan moved her head back to its original position and said, "Sit properly. Why are you sitting crookedly?"

"Don't interrupt." Yuan Ge waved his hands without even looking at Song Wenyuan, but his body was honest. He sat upright with the dog in his arms. He didn't notice that Yao Yunfeng on the other side secretly rolled his eyes: Song Wenyuan, that jealous guy!

Yuan Ge lazily lifted his eyelids and sneered, "Whether it's history books or unofficial history, there is no record of any secret technique left. If that person has such ability, why doesn't he seek a bright future with Your Majesty, but instead seeks a shameful job here? He is just looking for a few medicine men to test the medicine in an attempt to find the real secret recipe!"

"Fool! You don't even know you're being used!"