The security guard nodded blankly.

Tong Bao opened the drawer of the medicine cabinet and grabbed a handful of medicinal materials, but they were fresh.

Tong Bao sneered and said: "It seems that although your poisonous fairy has exhausted her talent, her ambition is not dead. She is still dreaming of a sudden enlightenment."

The little security guard also nodded blankly.

But for some reason, the little security guard's expression turned gloomy.

He suddenly looked at Tong Bao, his eyes suppressed the brilliance of expectation, but after a moment he drooped his head and sighed sadly.

Tong Bao looked at him: "Do you have anything to ask me?"

The little security guard looked around and then asked her quietly: "Are you really the descendant of Boye?"

Tong Bao nodded.

Tong Bao looked at the little security guard. She didn't want to deceive the little security guard. She then said: "Using living people to make medicine to induce cultivation is a witchcraft. This method is strictly prohibited by our fellow practitioners. However, some evil doctors will adopt this method without conscience."

The little security guard's fists suddenly clenched tightly, and a look of anger appeared on his face.

Just when Tong Bao was about to ask him for more details, footsteps came from outside.

"Then have you ever heard of using living people to make medicine?"

Tong Bao was stunned and stunned.

Although ancient prescriptions mentioned using the blood or organs of living people as medicine, Tong Bao felt that such cruel methods should be stopped.

Tong Bao followed the man with the goatee and turned into the alley. The man was walking in front, and Tong Bao could see his back when he raised his eyes.

That slender back made Tong Bao feel more and more familiar the more he looked at it. Then Tong Bao suddenly realized that she had seen this man when she was in Jiaozhou.

It was he who led a group of masked men to Jiaozhou to hunt down her husband and grandfather. They forced her grandfather and husband to die heroically. And she was forced to use her own body to disguise herself, leaving her hometown and suffering unspeakably.

The little security guard took Tong Bao's hand and hurriedly walked outside.

"Old woman, you're in luck, my Poison Immortal wants to see you." A middle-aged man with a goatee came over with his hands behind his back.

The little security guard whispered to Tong Bao: "Take care of yourself." He turned and left.

The room is very spacious, with a Buddha statue behind it. There is a triangular tripod cast on the ground in the middle, with incense candles burning inside, exuding a faint fragrance.

In the center of the room, an old man who was so old that he could be called rotten was lying on the couch. The old man's hair was longer than a human being, and it was wrapped in circles around his waist. His hair was as white as snowflakes, and his face was so old that he could see the wrinkles.

Tong Bao just wants to use an iron to flatten his face.

The man had a pipe in his mouth. When he saw Tong Bao, he took a deep breath from the pipe and handed it to Shan Yun who was standing aside.

Tong Bao swallowed and clenched his fists on his sleeves.

She really wanted to prick a silver needle into the man's fatal spot and avenge her husband.

The man led Tong Bao through the thresholds and finally entered the northernmost building. Then he led Tong Bao into an open room.

Tong Bao was inexplicably frightened. For some reason, this old man made him feel eerie and terrifying.

"The real person is disguised, and he is worthy of being Boye's disciple." The old man said wretchedly.

Tong Bao glanced at her hair, which showed her old age.

The old man sat up, his lewd eyes locked on Tong Bao's face, and then he smiled lewdly. "She's so beautiful. I've never seen such a beautiful girl."

Tong Bao frowned. She had obviously lost her youthful and beautiful appearance because of her old age. How could this old man praise her for her beauty?

Tong Bao stepped back.
Chapter completed!