Chapter 0001: Life is Worse Than Death.

Ye Tong tightly grasped the handkerchief, raised his head, and gazed at the plaque in front of him. In his originally lifeless eyes, a complex light slowly emerged. Ye Tong hated this place, yet he was also attached to it. This was his hell, but also his sanctuary.

On Zhang Zhongying's beautiful face, there was a hint of anger as she stared at the hunchbacked old man and snorted, "Once we get the medicine, we will leave immediately. Otherwise, a few empty threats won't achieve your goal of making us leave."

Get lost if you can't wait.Ye Tong stopped in her tracks, her eyes flashing with a cold light, as if a fierce beast was staring at the woman in front of her.

However !

He is also toxic.

In the house, a dazzling blood-red octagonal table is placed in the main hall, with a tripod on the table, half a meter high, all dark and glossy, with eight vivid and lifelike coiling dragon patterns, as if they were real spirits, exquisitely carved and breathtaking. Above the center of the house, a dark purple coffin is hanging, bringing a sense of chilling cold to the house.

Sigh...

The hunchbacked old man's eyes were as bright as torches, staring tightly at the bald-headed old man in front, and said in a cold voice, "Yin and Yang Old Monster... Mu Wutian!"

In front of the door.

The young master has returned!

The hunchbacked old man straightened his back, and a surging and overwhelming breath erupted from him. Amidst the surging killing intent, his domineering aura was fully revealed: "My face was earned by myself, not given by you. Although my old master... it's not your turn to show off. Get lost..."

Heart-wrenching pain!

I can't hold on much longer!

Medicine is poison.

For this kind of pain, Ye Tong has experienced it thousands of times since childhood, even more painful than this, as if being torn apart by thousands of knives, experiencing the taste of walking through hell, he has also experienced it.

Sigh...

Yè Tóng took a step forward and passed by the hunchbacked old man, leaving behind only a fleeting voice: "Wild Lingzhi from the year 90, and Boneset from the year 120, but the old stuff has used up all the Blue Silver Grass left behind."

Finished speaking.

He is Ye Tong!

However.

Ye Tong's stumbling footsteps did not stop, but his tone became colder: "Medicine slave, can you stop saying the same thing every time? I know how long I can still live! Go and boil the medicine, I can't hold on much longer."

The middle-aged American woman rose gracefully and fixed her gaze on the hunched elderly man, asking.

She never dreamed that the elderly hunchback in front of her could burst out with such a powerful momentum. She had a feeling that she was no longer facing an old man, but a ferocious and terrifying ancient beast, a peerless monster.

After a moment, the hunchbacked old man in his hand heavily tapped the ground with his dragon-headed cane, and without even looking at the three people, he said, "I advise the three of you to leave immediately, otherwise, disaster will befall the central pool, and you will suffer a bloody calamity. Don't blame this old servant for not reminding you."

The hot air is curling up inside the stone round barrel, shrouded in mist.

Furthermore...the current state of that young man.

They watched as Ye Tong walked towards the side courtyard, and as the hunchbacked old man arrived.

A sudden sound of footsteps broke the tranquility of the small alley paved with bluestones.

Feeling the soul expanding.

His body needs to use poison to fight poison in order to prolong his life.

Sleek muscles, fair skin.

Once the flowers are spent, they are spent. Upon hearing the young man's words, the hunchbacked old man's face filled with wrinkles relaxed, turned around and followed behind Ye Tong, and smiled contentedly, "Young master, finding these two main medicinal ingredients, you can live for another two months."

The conversation ended.

An elderly hunchback stood beside a stone tub, watching as Ye Tong's body trembled slightly. He whispered, "Young master, the antidote has been prepared. Please get into the tub quickly."

On the ground in the courtyard, there are several cushions. At this moment, three people are sitting cross-legged on the cushions. One is an elderly man with silver hair, over seventy years old, wearing a luxurious robe. Another is an elegant and charming lady, wearing a light blue long dress. The last one is a stunning young girl, as beautiful as a celestial being.

The hunchbacked old man waved his hand to interrupt the words of the beautiful girl. A trace of concern appeared on his wrinkled face. After hesitating for a moment, he said in a deep voice, "I want to ask for medicine, wait outside."

The hunchbacked old man leaned on a dragon-headed cane, slowly walked to the side of the middle-aged beautiful woman, his expression no longer full of smiles, but as cold as frost.

Yè Tóng's body trembled imperceptibly, his complexion became even paler. With a sweet taste in his throat, fresh blood surged out and was swallowed by him, but a trace of blood still overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Zhong Ying, please be respectful.

Ye Tong stopped in her tracks, handed over the sack in her hand, and then took out the black handkerchief embroidered with a mandala and lotus pattern.

Under the Purple Coffin.

The wall is pitch black, and the small window is tightly closed.

In the eyes of the hunchbacked old man, the killing intent has not faded, but a strange smile appears on his aged face: "In this case, even if we meet, it seems that it has nothing to do with my little master's karma, right? You can do as you please."

She suddenly felt that the person in front of her was not like a young man, but rather like an old man who had experienced the vicissitudes of life and reached the end of his days. Not only did she have this feeling, but her father, Zhang Pinshou, and the enchanting young girl also had this feeling.

Um-hmm...

The hunchbacked old man seemed to have not noticed the change in Ye Tong's tone, still wearing that smiling old face, he chuckled and said, "I'm afraid the young master won't be able to take a medicinal bath. There are customers in the shop and we can't drive them away."

咻 !

Hmm, otherwise what?

As the middle-aged American woman furrowed her eyebrows, her agile figure sprinted forward and blocked Ye Tong's path before entering the arch. She coldly snorted and said, "Since you're back, hurry up and make medicine for us. Our elders' illness cannot be delayed. If you cause any delay, you won't be able to bear the consequences."

Ahem...

How many years have passed since I last heard such arrogant words? How many years have passed since I last encountered such a presumptuous person?

Cold Mountain City Medicinal Market, a low and ancient green brick shop in the northwest corner, with a pitch-black plaque hanging diagonally. Three vigorous and simple blood-red characters, deeply engraved in the middle of the plaque: Zhenyao Fang.

Zhang Pinshou frowned, remained silent, while the stunning young girl revealed a hint of surprise and glanced at the courtyard gate.

A young boy gasped for breath, stopping in front of the Zhenyao Pharmacy. As he bent down, a burlap sack was placed at his feet. With trembling hands, he took out a black handkerchief embroidered with a pattern of Manjusha flowers. After wiping off the thick sweat on his forehead, he struggled to lift his arm.

"Young master?" The hunchbacked old man turned to look at Ye Tong.

Ye Tong stepped into the stone tub, immersed in the dark green viscous liquid. Suddenly, a needle-like pain surged through every nerve in his body, and a low roar emanated from Ye Tong's throat.

Do not want to leave?

Who is he?

Let them wait.

The visitor is a thin and pale young man, with a feeble and unsteady gait, as if a gust of wind could blow him down. He tightly clutches a dark green sack made of hemp rope.

He raised his arm with difficulty, wiped away the bloodstains from the corner of his mouth, and uttered with a voice seeping through his teeth: "Tenfold."

Three ghostly figures suddenly appeared on the courtyard wall without a sound. With a strong tone of sarcasm, their voices surged like waves: "The old dog by the side of the poisonous demon Huo Lanqiu is really kind-hearted! The life and death of three ants can even stir up your pitiful kindness..."

Pain to the bone marrow!

Even at this moment, the hunched old man's footsteps have become noticeably lighter. Catching up with Ye Tong, he whispered, "Please wait a moment, young master. Let this old servant prepare your medicine for today."

On this sheep-fat-like pure white and smooth skin, there are scars of varying lengths, intertwined and staggered, which are shocking to the eye.

Cough, cough ... ...

The hunchbacked old man asked, "Have you found the Blood Lingzhi and the Dry Bones Grass?"

The Chinese-American woman was stunned. She looked at Ye Tong in disbelief, as if she couldn't believe her own ears.

Pain!

Ye Tong nodded slightly, watching the hunchbacked old man leave the door and close it from outside. Then, trembling, she took off her clothes one by one.

How many years has it been?

Ye Tong, he ... ....

The hunchbacked old man said, "Seeking medicine!"

He is the pharmacy boy of Zhenyao Fang, and also the only owner of Zhenyao Fang today.

The autumn breeze brushes past, and the scent of medicine permeates the air.

The hunchbacked old man chuckled and said, "My little master at home."

The gentle breeze brushes past, yellow leaves flutter like butterflies. The green stone ground seems to be covered with golden waves. Inside the house, sandalwood is burning, and the faint scent of sandalwood gradually fills the air, permeating every corner of the house.

Zhang Zhongying opened her mouth, but no words came out. Despite the anger on her face, she instantly noticed the bloodstain at the corner of Ye Tong's mouth.

A deep and hoarse voice emanated from within the Zhenyao Pharmacy. It belonged to an elderly man with a hunched back, who leaned on a dragon-headed cane and took unsteady steps as he crossed the threshold. Judging solely by his appearance, it seemed that he didn't have many years left.

During the Chinese New Year, the American woman's pupils contracted, and her body trembled as she took a few steps back in an instant.

"Hmm?" Ye Tong's figure paused, and she glanced at the luxurious car parked at the entrance of the alley ahead, frowning as she asked, "Are you here to buy medicine?"

The silver-haired old man in a luxurious robe, facing the middle-aged beautiful woman, spoke in a low voice. After arriving briskly, his eyes carried a hint of caution and a hint of apology. He clasped his fists and said, "My apologies for the impoliteness of the young lady. Since your young master is temporarily unavailable, we will wait. As compensation, we will double the price of the medicine."

Ye Tong withdrew his gaze, amidst a few intense coughs, he wiped away the black bloodstains that overflowed from the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief that left no trace, picked up the burlap bag by his feet again, and nodded, saying, "I'm back."

In the main courtyard.

During the prime of her life, the American woman exploded with anger, and at that moment of overwhelming arrogance, she sternly shouted, "I gave you face by entrusting you with the important task of refining the medicine. Don't be shameless and quickly refine the medicine for us, otherwise..."

It seems that since taking over the Zhang's business group more than a decade ago, no one has dared to speak to him in such a domineering manner, right? ... How dare a little guy like him...

Is he okay to go?

Yè Tóng struggled to lift his feet, stepping through the side courtyard archway. However, his steps became even more unsteady, and his trembling body became more apparent, like an elderly person in the last years of their life.

The stunning young girl's eyes flashed with a strange color, then she turned to look at the hunchbacked old man.

My little master at home said, "If you don't wait, then just leave."

Yan Tong's footsteps, slightly faster than just now, passed through the arched corridor, bypassed the spacious courtyard, as if not seeing the three figures sitting cross-legged on cushions in the courtyard, and turned directly from the left corridor towards the archway of the side courtyard.

After a muffled groan, he immediately sat cross-legged in the stone tub, guarding his mind and silently practicing the "Cleansing Marrow Poison Scripture". Over the years, if it weren't for his cultivation of the "Cleansing Marrow Poison Scripture", the supreme technique for detoxifying the meridians... I'm afraid he would have died countless times, let alone constantly suppressing that divine soul...

The hunchbacked old man stepped without hesitation into the archway of the side courtyard.

An elderly hunchbacked man slowly stepped out of the side courtyard gate. His stooped body suddenly trembled imperceptibly, and his spine straightened up a bit. His profound gaze swept across the three people in the courtyard, lingering deeply at the gate, revealing a hidden intent to kill.