Lin Bei helped Xia Yubing deal with the experts' problems and did not go back until night.
Before leaving, Xia Yubing said: "Lin Bei, after Mu Bai's dog barked until noon, he went back to the clinical internal medicine department. He never left, nor did he surrender to the health office."
Lin Bei said lightly: "I didn't expect him to actually surrender, but don't worry, someone will deal with him."
He had already said hello to Du Shanshan, who was already gathering to deal with Mu Yinghao and Mu Bai.
After leaving the hospital, Lin Bei went directly back to the villa to rest.
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Provincial capital Dongdu.
Tens of thousands of people have gathered at the Longmen sub-altar, and more people are rushing here.
These are people from Longmen branch churches in various places, and even some incense masters from the towns have brought people to help.
The whole forum was buzzing with people, and some people thought some large-scale event was being held here.
But everyone present knows that today everyone has only one purpose.
Go to Jiangcheng!
Kill Lin Bei!
The conference hall with separate forums is decorated magnificently, like a palace.
Xiang Feitian sat on it, like an emperor, with a fierce look on his face.
Below him, sat twelve men who were as fierce as tigers.
They are the Thirteen Tigers of the Eastern Capital, they are all the strongest followers of Xiang Feitian, and each of them is a master in the world.
But now there is one missing person, because Yi Haoyun, his number one worshiper, was just beheaded by Lin Bei yesterday.
"snort!"
Above, Xiang Feitian suddenly snorted: "Jiang Menglong, a small hall master, dares to challenge me openly. He really doesn't know how high the sky is!"
The second worshiper was an old man and said: "Altar Master, I think Jiang Menglong has been completely instigated by Lin Bei to rebel. He is already a traitor to our Longmen."
The third worshiper also said: "Yes, this Jiang Menglong probably wants to turn our external conflicts into a power struggle within Longmen. Altar Master, we can't let them succeed!"
Hearing this, Xiang Feitian sneered: "What does success mean? Do they deserve it?"
"I own a Dragon Gate branch, with dozens of hall masters and hundreds of thousands of people under my command. Jiang Menglong and Lin Bei only have a small Jiangcheng. How can they fight with me?"
"In the face of absolute power, all thoughts are meaningless."
The second worshiper immediately flattered him and said: "The Altar Master is right, you have hundreds of thousands of mercenaries, and you are also a master of horizontal training. Your body is as strong as iron and you are invulnerable to swords. I am over-worrying, I will punish myself first."
As he spoke, he raised a glass of wine and drank it in one gulp.
"The Altar Master's strength is immeasurable. We underestimated you."
"The Altar Master is mighty!"
"The Altar Master is invincible!"
Seeing this, the other worshippers also raised their glasses and drank them all in one gulp.
After some flattering, Xiang Feitian's mood improved a lot, and he immediately raised his glass and said: "You're welcome, my Dongdu branch is today thanks to you."
"There is no need for self-punishment. Let's toast each other!"
After saying that, he also raised his glass and drank it in one gulp.
At this moment, the outside of the meeting hall was like a battlefield, with people from all over the Dragon Gate gathering.
The hall is like a wine bar, with people drinking and drinking.
Xiang Feitian is high-spirited, as if he has regained the passion of fighting in the world when he was young.
His face instantly turned livid, and the smell of blood rushed straight from his stomach to his head, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth uncontrollably.
puff!
A mouthful of black blood spattered Xiang Feitian's wine glass.
Puff!
Ahhhh!
Just when Xiang Feitian was in shock, there were waves of blood vomiting and screams coming from below.
Looking up, the so-called Thirteen Tigers of Dongdu all had black faces, black blood spurting from their mouths, and their eyes and noses turned blue-black.
"Altar Master, the wine is poisonous!"
The second worshipper shouted with all his strength, then rolled his eyes and died.
He was the one with the highest level of cultivation, and he managed to say a word. The other eleven worshipers couldn't even speak a word, and they all bleed from their orifices, and they all fell to the ground dead.
Only then did Xiang Feitian react. He patted his stomach on the spot and vomited out all the poisonous wine. Then he mobilized his inner strength with all his strength and used his lifelong practice to finally suppress the poison in his body.
"Someone poisoned me! If I hadn't practiced kung fu so well that my body was stronger than an elephant's, I might have died too!"
Xiang Feitian, who had recovered, let out a breath, already furious in his heart.
Although the poison was forced out by his powerful body, the remaining poison almost killed him, the master of horizontal training, on the spot. This shows how powerful the poison is.
At this time, a panicked shout suddenly came from outside the door: "Altar Master, something bad has happened! All four members of your family, old and young, have been poisoned and died of bleeding from the mouth and nose!"
"What?"
Xiang Feitian jumped up, raised his head and cried: "Ah! My wife, my son!"
The person who reported the news was so frightened that he could not stand on his legs.
Although Xiang Feitian's wife and son were not good people and often bullied men and dominated women, the circumstances of their deaths were also miserable.
Who is so bold?
Not only did he poison the Longmen Altar Master and his family, he also poisoned the Thirteen Tigers of Dongdu!
The person who reported the news said tremblingly: "Altar Master, I have already ordered people to find the person who poisoned me, and I will definitely give you the answer within an hour!"
Xiang Feitian waved his hand and said with a gloomy face: "No need to check, I know who it is."