A burst of blood mist spread in front of Fang Zilan's eyes. She was stunned, but she still walked over slowly, "You...killed Wuhuang?"

Li Shengxuan didn't seem to expect that Fang Zilan would suddenly turn back. He subconsciously stood in front of Wushu's body, "Why are you back? But Awan..."

"It has nothing to do with Awan." Fang Zilan interrupted Li Shengxuan in a deep voice, "I have something to ask Wuhuang."

"What are you talking about..." Li Shengxuan froze on the spot, then saw Fang Zilan bypass him, walked straight to Wushu's body, and squatted down.

"The way you kill people doesn't look good at all." Fang Zilan lowered her head and looked at Wushu's body. Whether it was intentional or not, the fatal wounds on Wushu's body were not neat and tidy, and the person who did it looked like a novice who rarely kills people.

"I..." Li Shengxuan opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything. After a while, he whispered: "I asked Wuhuang, but he refused to say anything."

"Normal." Fang Zilan stretched out her hand and gently closed Wushu's eyes, "The killer of the ghost sect will always only bring secrets into the coffin."

After she finished speaking, she stood up and looked at Xia Houzhang instead of looking at Li Shengxuan, "You are seriously injured, please take good care of yourself."

"You don't ask Ah Shi..." As soon as Xiahou Zhangfu opened his mouth, Fang Zilan stopped him, "You failed to bring Ah Shi back, what else do I have to ask?"

She looked a little colder as she said, "I never like to investigate the process of failure."

Xia Houzhang's lips moved, but he saw Fang Zilan leaving without looking back. Not long after, Awan hurried over, followed by the clerk from Zuiyue Tower.

Mingxiang leaned on the railing in the corner upstairs, watching the scene quietly. Fang Zilan's voice came from behind, "Do you know Wuhuang?"

"I know, the imperial physician ordered Mr. Wen Ya to accept his first apprentice." Ming Xiang turned her head and saw Fang Zilan sitting not far from her, drinking medicine slowly, "I heard from Wen Ya that Wu Huan is very good at practicing medicine.

He is talented, but he takes a wrong approach, and his relationship with his master and disciple is shallow."

"The sword is biased? Mr. Wen actually said that there is no danger?" Ming Xiang laughed dumbly, and Fang Zilan put down the medicine bowl in her hand, "Do you also think Mr. Wen's remarks are weird?"

"If the sword is said to be biased, Mr. Wen's master, the god of medicine, Yaoshi Xu, is the best in the world." Ming Xiang said softly: "In order to defend Wanhua Villa, Yaoshi Xu refined many medicine dolls. Inheritance

Mr. Wen, who inherited his mantle, is even worse."

She paused for a moment, with a cold expression on her face, "Master, I think you know better than me what Mr. Wen has done in the years he has been in the underworld. How could such a man like him take a wrong turn and end up with his sword broken?"

Master-disciple relationship?"

"Even you think there is something hidden, let alone me?" Fang Zilan shook his head, "It's a pity that Wushu is dead. Only Mr. Wen knows what the truth is."

Mingxiang didn't speak, and turned her head to look downstairs again. Xia Houzhang had been sent away by the guys from Zuiyue Tower, and only Awan and Li Shengxuan were talking to Wushu's corpse.

Awan seemed to be very emotional and was about to have a big quarrel. Li Shengxuan, who was standing opposite her, lowered his head and said nothing, allowing her to criticize him.

"By the way, you just said that Pharmacist Xu refined many medicine dolls in order to defend Wanhua Villa?" Fang Zilan asked as if she suddenly remembered something.

Ming Xiang no longer looked downstairs, stood up and walked to Fang Zilan, "Yes, it was said that it was miraculous back then, saying that it could bring human flesh and bones to life, and even immortality."

Fang Zilan said in disbelief: "This is the medicine puppet refined by Pharmacist Xu?"

Ming Xiang nodded slightly, "Yes. At first, Pharmacist Xu did refine many powerful medicine dolls, some of which were invulnerable to all poisons, some were invulnerable, and some were extremely powerful. But as time went by, these medicine dolls were attacked

The backlash results in death or injury, and eventually disappears."

"That is to say, the medicine puppet is not Mr. Wen's original creation?" Fang Zilan's expression was serious, and Ming Xiang's expression changed imperceptibly, "Master, do you mean that Mr. Wen is still refining the medicine puppet?"

Fang Zilan pursed her lips, nodded and said: "Mr. Wen made the medicine puppet to test the medicine."

"This reason sounds more like an excuse." Ming Xiang's expression became more solemn, "Yao I tried the medicine, and the effect may be obvious at first, but as time goes by, Yao I will inevitably have backlash, affecting

The medicines tested are not effective unless..."

"Unless what?" Fang Zilan couldn't help but ask, Ming Xiang lowered her eyes and said: "There are enough people to allow Mr. Wen to refine the medicine puppet."

Hearing this, Fang Zilan suddenly understood that refining medicine puppets is like doing an experiment. When the base number is large enough, the accuracy of the experimental results will be higher. As for whether those medicine puppets are dead or alive in this experiment called drug testing.

, no one cares.

However, she clearly remembered that Wen Ya had told her before that there was a medicine doll who tested medicine for her. That medicine doll lived for many years, until when she came to Beijing, Wen Ya told her that the medicine doll was dead.

…

Since everything came from Wen Ya's mouth, is it possible that the dead medicine doll that Wen Ya said was no longer the medicine doll that she knew was the one who initially tested the medicine for her, but had been replaced by an unknown medicine doll?

Drug puppet...

Thinking of this, Fang Zilan didn't dare to think about it any further. From Wen Ya's refining of dolls to Ji Ningtian's experiment with Taoyuan villagers and children, the number of lives lost behind her was probably no less than the one she had lost.

Seeing Fang Zilan's face turn pale, Ming Xiang couldn't help but asked with concern: "Master, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing." Fang Zilan said, picked up the medicine bowl and drank it all in one gulp, "Wuhuang acted erratically. Although Awan didn't like him, she had a bit of sympathy for him. Now I have to personally collect his body, I think about it.

Not having a good time."

"Master, do you want me to..." Mingxiang started to speak, but Fang Zilan intercepted her next words, "No, Awan can handle it, and..."

She hesitated to speak, and Mingxiang said: "Master, are you worried about that gentleman?"

Fang Zilan's silence seemed to be acquiescing. Ming Xiang had a rough guess in her mind, but she didn't dare to say it out rashly, for fear of not knowing what she was doing, and even more afraid of being overheard by others and making her self-defeating.

"Okay, it doesn't matter." Seeing Ming Xiang's expression of embarrassment, Fang Zilan comforted him: "It's good that you have an idea. Now that I'm in the game, trusting him is one thing, but on the other hand..."

She didn't say anything anymore, Ming Xiang already understood that even if she trusted, she would still have some reservations.

Therefore, Fang Zilan never took the initiative to mention Qianjinfang in front of Li Shengxuan, which was the three final pieces of news at the Spring Festival. In fact, she had already planned it and did not need to put any effort into collecting it. But in front of him, she was not only vague,
Chapter completed!