Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?

Seeing the shameful appearance of the Tiandao Sect Master and others, Ye Zhiqiu's face changed slightly, staring straight at Han Yu, and said in surprise.

"Is this caused by the elixir?"

Han Yu touched his nose and smiled awkwardly.

Ye Zhiqiu waved his hand, wanting his men to take down the three people while they could not resist.

"It's better not now, wait until the drifting fog is completely dissipated."

Han Yu hurriedly stopped him.

"You can't even touch the fog, then..."

Ye Zhiqiu's face became ugly. At a glance, the thick fog that he had blown away by the wind at least filled half of the city. He dared not imagine what kind of scene it would be at that time.

Maybe half of the people in the city woke up and went out singing and dancing.

Maybe after dawn, half of the people in the city were like idiots, and could only smile foolishly.

The more he thought about it, the more terrible it was. Ye Zhiqiu couldn't help but glared at Han Yu fiercely, and said viciously, "Why did you refine such a terrible elixir?"

Han Yu smiled bitterly, thinking that this was not refined by me! This is the old spit of my Liuli bottle.

He didn't expect that the thick fog produced by a pill after it was ignited could fill half of the city.

It can only be said that the pills produced by the Liuli bottle should never be viewed according to common sense.

The group stood there stupidly and waited until dawn. When it was slightly bright, there was no more thick fog.

They stood there for half the night, and the three Tiandao Sect Masters rolled around and reveled for half the night.

Until now, there is still no sign of stopping, and the guards easily carried the three away.

"How long will they last?"

Ye Zhiqiu suddenly asked.

Han Yu whispered, "One year."

Ye Zhiqiu's face suddenly turned as black as the bottom of a pot. He gritted his teeth and asked again, "Is there an antidote?"

Han Yu shook his head and sighed. "No."

"Humph!"

Ye Zhiqiu snorted coldly, waved his sleeves and left. After walking a few meters, a cold voice came, "You are not allowed to leave here without confirming the safety of the people in Yujin Prefecture."

Helplessly, Han Yu could only be pushed into the Yujin Prefecture by the guards.

At noon, the guards scattered throughout the city gathered the information in Ye Zhiqiu's hands.

The people in the half of the city covered by the thick fog mainly showed love to laugh, excessive optimism, and easy to dance when they were emotional. Although the doctor was still diagnosing door to door, the current data showed no toxicity.

Ye Zhiqiu looked at the dense and detailed records in his hand, and his expression on his face improved a little.

In this way, half of the city would not be paralyzed, and it would only be a headache for a year...

Thinking of this, he really had a headache.

This little pharmacist is really a disaster. I knew that Lin Laogui couldn't be so kind.

The leader of the Tiandao Sect and others are still rolling around and having fun in the prison. It's really scary.

"Are you going south?"

Han Yu looked at Yixian and Yezi and asked curiously.

Yixian nodded and said seriously, "Yezi and I agreed to travel all the way south."

This is embarrassing. He came out of Quantai Mansion and went all the way north. In this way, the routes of both parties are completely different.

Quantai Mansion definitely cannot go back. God knows whether Xingchen Sect is still grumbling.

Hearing Han Yu say that he was going north, Yixian smiled and said, "That's fine. It just so happens that you can meet our own people when you go north, and you can see each other by the way."

"Qingzhou Mansion, Beiyuan Hutong, opposite the crooked tree, you will know when you go there."

Hearing this, Han Yu was speechless. This didn't sound like a place for a sect to be established. Instead, it looked more like a farmhouse.

"I've sent you thousands of miles away, but we must say goodbye. See you in the north soon."

After the two of them clasped their fists, Yixian left with the coconut.

Han Yu looked far away and watched them gradually walk away.

"Are you done? If you are done, get out of here!"

Someone on the side finally snorted impatiently.

Han Yu looked at him awkwardly, scratched his head, and said, "Lord Ye, you personally sent me off from afar, how can I feel comfortable."

Ye Zhiqiu's chest rose and fell, and he seemed quite angry. He said, "I really can't rest assured if I don't see you go with my own eyes."

"But you don't have to be so polite to lift me up!"

Han Yu looked down at him and sighed.

At this time, Han Yu was more than half a head taller than Ye Zhiqiu, but there were two palace guards on the left and right, each holding one leg to lift him up like a sedan chair.

A sad suona sound came from the city at this time, the suona sound was intermittent, and then a group of people carried the coffin all the way, followed by a team of people in mourning.

The funeral should have been a sad moment, but a group of people came laughing, and even the suona masters held back their smiles and played breathlessly.

Seeing this scene, Ye Zhiqiu's suppressed anger surged up again, and his face was gloomy.

Han Yu shrank his head as if he had realized something.

What a sin, this Yujin City will probably have to force a year of mourning.

Not long after the funeral procession left, there was another round of gongs and drums, and festive sounds came from afar.

It turned out that the team outside the city was welcoming the bride into the city.

In front was the person who led the way, and the groom in the middle rode a horse in high spirits, galloping and looking at the flowers. Behind him was an eight-lift sedan chair, and there were many people following the team.

The team suddenly stopped inexplicably at the city gate, and everyone looked at Han Yu strangely.

The atmosphere seemed a little wrong.

The curtain inside the sedan chair was suddenly pulled open, and a petite figure jumped out.

"Hit him."

The groom jumped off his horse and rushed up with an angry face.

The sedan bearers pulled out the wooden beams of the sedan, and the strong man who led the way waved the sign of welcoming the bride...

Han Yu felt a red swaying in front of his eyes, and his face froze instantly.

Is this also a red unit?

How can this be considered a red unit! He always thought that red units should be animals and the like, and he never thought that wearing red clothes could also be considered a red unit.

If this is the case, if he meets a big boss one day...

Before he could finish his thought, the crowd had already drowned him, and the little bride wearing a red veil kept scratching and scratching with all her might.

The wooden beams of the sedan hit his head.

The sign of welcoming the bride slapped his face left and right.

The groom was squeezed outside the crowd and couldn't get in, so he jumped in anxiety.

The whole scene was in chaos, and Ye Zhiqiu held his forehead and called a large number of palace guards to completely separate the crowd.

The bride who was carried into the city cursed, "Let me go, I'm going to beat him to death."

After everyone was dragged into the city, it was completely normal, and the festive gongs and drums sounded again...

"Is this also a side effect?"

Ye Zhiqiu looked at Han Yu with a complicated expression and asked strangely.

Han Yu smiled bitterly and nodded, saying, "Yes!"

Hiss!

The knowledgeable Ye Zhiqiu couldn't help but take a breath.

This kind of weird ability is simply unheard of. A pill can inexplicably arouse the hatred of a group of people. It's terrible.

What's more terrible is that this little pharmacist still uses it on himself.

Get as far away as possible!

If this kind of person stays in Yujin Mansion for a day, I won't be able to sleep well for a day.

"Hurry up and throw this thing away."

Ye Zhiqiu waved his hand at the palace guards with disdain. The two palace guards gestured twice and really threw Han Yu out fiercely.

"Remember that face, and don't let him enter this city in the future."

After saying that, Ye Zhiqiu left quickly as if he was avoiding the plague.

Han Yu lay on the ground with a bitter smile on his face.

After all, he still capsized in the gutter. He shouldn't underestimate the side effects of the glass bottle that can kill people without paying for their lives.

At the gate of the city, the soldiers of the government surrounded the gate, looking vigilant, afraid that he would step into it.

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