Mu Huan replied that he agreed, but he explained that he would do things according to her miraculous doctor's rules.

Mrs. Feng San immediately signed the contract.

As long as she can cure her son, she will do it for Mu Huan, not to mention doing one thing for one hundred and ten thousand pieces.

When Feng Tingbei saw the contract signed by Aunt San, he immediately thought that he had signed with Mu Huan.

For some reason, an ominous premonition arose in his heart.

At this time, Bo Xianchuan also figured out the ingredients of the poison the maid was going to swallow:

"I'm open, this is actually the 'Soul Broken Pill'. It's sold in the underworld market by gram, and the unit price is several times that of gold."

What’s even more annoying is that the “Soul Broken Pill” has a heavy moisture content, and it is very weighed, but it is not easy to store. It has to be thrown out after the shelf life. Most people can’t afford it.

In Bo Xianchuan's words, this is a luxury among poisons and will never cheat the poor people's money.

Mu Huan's heart skipped a beat:

"At the old man's birthday party, the poison on the knife handed over by Mr. Feng San was the main component of the "Soul-Broken Pill" in the "Immortal Grass".

Feng Tingbei frowned and looked horrifying.

From Mu Huan's diagnosis of Feng Ziqiang's witchcraft, he knew that everything was inseparable from Han Shaozong.

He immediately ordered to continue to clear the spies in the old house.

In fact, in the past few days, based on the principle of rather than letting go of one thousand, the Feng family has cleared out nearly one-third of the people.

If the clearance continues, the servants and bodyguards of the Feng family will be even more anxious, fearing that the entire old house will not be able to operate normally.

Not to mention that Feng Chengze is dead, this funeral is always held, so where can I find someone?

Besides, will the newly recruited people be clean? Could it be that Han Shaozong arranged it in advance?

Mr. Feng barely held on to see Feng Chengze for the last time. He was so ill that he just returned to Songhexuan. The housekeeper and the servants and the doctors were busy.

Mrs. Feng San had to treat Gu Feng Ziqiang's illness and guide several other children to accept the fact that her father committed suicide, which was too busy to take care of herself.

Mrs. Feng Er is alone in supporting the old house’s internal affairs and has already handed over many things to Shen Jiaojiao, but she is still too busy to do it.

So the work of eliminating traitors was repeatedly delayed.

When Feng Tingbei sighed in Mu Huan's ear for the third time, Mu Huan couldn't help but speak, "Isn't it just to eliminate the spies inside? Don't be so troublesome."

This is what Feng Tingbei is waiting for.

He tried many methods, but his beloved woman was just unwilling to talk to him. Now, when he pretended to be pitiful, she really came to pity him.

Xiao Xiabao is right, Mu Huan is indeed soft but not hard.

"What are you good ways? Save me quickly." Feng Tingbei bowed to Mu Huan with shameless face.

As Bo Xianchuan said, he was as cruel and ruthless as he was in front of others, and he did as a little Fula in front of Mu Huan. He didn't believe that Mu Huan was willing to ignore him.

Mu Huan is angry, but she will still relax her personal emotions in the face of major events.

"I have a box of chronic poison here. It takes half a month to get the antidote to survive. Tomorrow you send it to the people in the Feng family and tell them that you only need the people who die for the Feng family at any time."

"Whoever is willing to take the poison can stay in the Feng family and his salary will double. If you don't want to eat, you will get a salary of two months and seek a higher salary."

"What then?" Feng Tingbei had already guessed Mu Huan's intention, and pretended not to know anything, "Leave the person who took the poison?"


Chapter completed!