Dada dada...

The big black horse's hooves floated lightly, Ye Ping sat on the horse's back and shook slowly. Soon, one person and one horse arrived at the gate of the Yizhuang Village.

Everything is enough to have a horse, it saves a lot of effort!

Ye Ping turned over and got off the horse, tied the reins of the big black horse to the stone pillar at the gate of the charity village, patted the big black horse's cheek, and turned around and walked into the charity village.

In the charity village, as peaceful as ever, only a few middle-aged people were carrying a few corpses wrapped in white cloth and walking into the tent.

Ye Ping looked around, but did not find Fan Heng's figure.

"Where is Fan Heng? Where is the person?"

Ye Ping frowned and asked a middle-aged man who was working in a deep voice.

"My elder Fan has something to do, and he's gone home and is not in the charity village... Who are you? What's the matter with him?"

When the middle-aged man saw Ye Pingbingsheng, he looked up and down and asked.

"I am the current prison chief of Jing'an Sixuan Jue. I will talk to you Boss Fan to discuss business. Where is his family? I will go find him..."

Ye Ping said lightly, after revealing his identity, he told the middle-aged man.

Fan Heng has many doubts about this guy. Ye Ping wants to go to his house to find out the truth.

"Boss Fan doesn't like others going to his house..." The middle-aged man shook his head, and then said to the young man following him: "Xiaowu, if you go to Mr. Fan, you will say that an adult is looking for him and ask him to come."

The young man nodded and hurriedly ran outside the charity village.

Fan Heng doesn’t like others to go to his house? What’s the secret at his house?

Ye Ping nodded indifferently, but a little confused appeared in his eyes.

"Sir, go to the under the reed shed for a while first, and Boss Fan will come later, so as not to prevent the yin energy on these corpses from colliding with the adult."

The middle-aged man bowed to Ye Ping and pointed to a clean reed shed not far away, saying.

"It's okay, I don't care about these." Ye Ping waved his hand, then glanced at the corpse after a faint sentence. When the light of the light glanced at the white cloth, a white, slender, looking very young, and without any traces of calluses left by work, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, and he asked inadvertently, "Did you bring this corpse out of the palace?"

"The master is as wise as a torch."

The middle-aged man looked at Ye Ping in surprise, his face full of shock.

It's true!

Why are people constantly dying in the palace?!

Why did these people die? Who killed them?

Ye Ping smiled casually and turned around and walked towards the reed shed, his eyebrows twisted into a lump.

The situation in the palace is really too evil. Although the palace fighting is indeed a place of life and death, the dead are a bit too diligent.

It’s impossible to say that there is a big devil hiding in the palace and enjoying killing people?

However, the secrets of these things may be able to get an answer from Fan Heng.

"Mr. Ye, I'm really sorry. I have something to do at home, so I've been waiting for you for a long time. I don't know if you're here this time..."

After Ye Ping sat under the reed shed for about a stick of incense, Fan Heng hurried over.

Ye Ping did not rush to speak, but looked at Fan Heng first.

The fishy smell of tonic on Fan Heng's body was heavier than when he met last time, and there were some wet marks on his sleeves. It seemed that when he was feeding someone some medicine, he accidentally spilled on his cuffs, or the medicine drinker accidentally spitted it out of his mouth.

Not only that, there were some bright red bloodshot in his eyes, as if tears had fallen.

There should be a patient in Fan Heng’s home, and he is a patient who is hanging his life with tonics!

Moreover, the tonics used, judging from the smell, should be extremely valuable tiger and wolf tonics!

In an instant, Ye Ping immediately made a general judgment in his heart.

Based on this judgment, everything makes sense, which can explain why Fan Heng would rather not use the marrow washing pill than replace it with the Qingming pill, and why he did a business like Li Dai Tao Zon in a charity village with his head hanging on his belt, and he made so much money and was dressed so shabby.

The answer is very simple, that is, all his money and savings were spent on the patient.

"I came to find Boss Fan this time, and there was a small matter for Boss Fan to help. I accidentally got a marrow cleaning pill. I heard that Boss Fan has a way to replace it with Qingming pill... I don't know if Boss Fan is willing to help, and replace it with six marrow cleaning pills..."

After Ye Ping retracted his thoughts, he looked at Fan Heng and said with a smile.

"Mr. Ye was joking. I just run a small charity farm. If Mr. Ye wants to buy a corpse, I can also help me and sell elixirs. Did you find the wrong person, or the person who told you about this matter was wrong..."

Fan Heng pretended very well. When he heard Ye Ping's words, he immediately showed a look of surprise on his face and refused repeatedly.

"Is that so? Then it seems that I have to ask Gou'er for a good question. Is it because he said the wrong person or whether Boss Fan is unwilling to help me with this little favor!"

When Ye Ping heard this, he immediately raised his eyebrows and said lightly.

Dog!

Even though Fan Heng pretended to be calm, at this moment, when he heard the word "dog", a look of shock could not help but flash in his eyes.

He hasn't heard of the name "Dou'er" for many years, but he didn't expect that it would be mentioned now.

"What, Boss Fan, don't you remember Dog'er? Do you want it? Let me remind you?"

Ye Ping looked at Fan Heng and continued to smile.

"Mr. Ye, I don't know how you know about dogs, but I have indeed stopped selling elixirs for a long time. You are looking for me, but you are really looking for the wrong person!"

Fan Heng shook his head and continued.

"That's a pity. I originally planned to let Boss Fan earn me a Qingming Pill. Now it seems that you don't have this opportunity..."

Ye Ping shrugged casually, smiled, and stood up and walked out of the charity village. But after taking two steps, he suddenly turned around, looked at Fan Heng, and said with a smile: "It's not just a Qingming Pill. I believe that if the patient in Boss Fan's home knew that you had rejected a miracle doctor who could clearly cure him, he could only rely on some tiger and wolf tonic medicine to hold his life every day. I wonder what he would feel in his heart?"

"What do you know? Who told you these things?!"

The moment the words fell, Fan Heng's face was immediately hard to see, his voice became more hoarse, and he paused in a deep voice.

"Is it the matter of saving Long Wu? Or is it the matter of a patient at Boss Fan's home? Or is it the matter of a dog?" Ye Ping looked at Fan Heng's face, raised his eyebrows, and smiled playfully: "Oh, by the way, and you only have six Qingming Dan... What things do you want to know, I can tell you slowly..."
Chapter completed!