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Seeing that Feng Ning Yan seemed to be enlightened, Shen Ling Jue moved his hand away from her shoulder and said indifferently:

"Mr. Ye has a blood feud. His enemy is Shen Youhuang. It was not that they could not be stopped. Rather, others did not have the qualifications to stop them. It was a debt of blood equivalent to the lives of dozens of people. Their confrontation is unavoidable. There will be a battle in the end. "

Feng Ning Yan's heart felt as though it was pricking. Shen Ling Jue's words made her remember the hatred she had for him before his death.

Only now did she truly understand Ye Bai's determination to take revenge.

She lowered her gaze and couldn't help but clench her fists.

"That's right …" For a Witch Doctor who didn't understand martial arts, the only way to draw his enemy out was to concoct pills from the medicine hut. He doesn't even care about life and death. If I were to stop him, what difference would there be between him and his enemy? "

Shen Ling Jue consoled him, "Even if everyone can tell that the medicine hut is a trap, for their own purposes, Shen You Huang and the killers would still rush in like a flock of ducks. Mr. Ye is in danger right now, so it's not wrong for you to save him. "

After hearing this, Feng Ningyan no longer blamed herself. However, the current situation was much more serious than she had imagined.

She massaged her temples and said heavily, "If I let Shen Youhuang find Mr. Ye and control him first, then she'll order those assassins to ambush us and deal with the Southern Ning Army, just like she did in the past. At that time, the killers will be in the dark, the southern border army will be in the light, and the southern Ning army will be too tired to deal with them, which will directly affect the outcome of the war in the future. "

Shen Ling Jue nodded his head: "So, we have to save Mr. Ye and destroy the assassination organization. Only in this way can the situation be favourable to our side. "

"Then how do we save him?" Feng Ning Yan hurriedly asked.

Shen Ling Jue looked at Feng Ningyan and Cheng Ying, then turned around and walked to his desk. He took out a pen and wrote a letter, and after writing it, he placed the fire paint on it and gave it to Cheng Ying.

"Hurry and pass the letter to Division Lord Su Shiqian of Ning Nan. We mustn't delay any longer."

Cheng Ying took the envelope and left.

It was early in the morning in Ningnan County. The fog was very thick, and it was even more so in the mountains.

The medicine hut on the mountainside was currently enveloped in a milk-like fog. Even the rising sun couldn't soak in the slightest bit of warmth.

Under the grass shed in the medicine hut's courtyard was a pill furnace that was as tall as a person.

The two apprentice alchemists pushed the bellows with all their might, causing the flames to burn fiercely.

On the prayer mat in front of the pill furnace, Ye Bai bitterly closed his eyes and knelt as he chanted in the Black Miao Village's dialect.

Those words, babble, sound more like an incantation of hatred.

The hourglass beside him slowly drained the last grain of sand.

The medicine boy hurriedly stood up and reported to Ye Bai, "Teacher, it's time …"

"Open the furnace and take the pill."

Ye Bailu suddenly opened his eyes. He had stayed the whole night and his eyes were bloodshot, but there was no exhaustion in them. There was only the glow of excitement for his revenge.

His words echoed through the vast valley like a sharp steel knife, stirring up the mist within the valley.

The fog in the distance was like a surging tide. In the depths of the fog that couldn't be seen with the naked eye, it seemed as though countless hungry wolves were waiting for an opportunity to approach …

Ye Bai stood in front of the pill furnace quietly and watched the ingredient girl carefully open the furnace.

Out of the corner of his eye, he observed his surroundings and felt an invisible killing intent coming from the fog. Not only was he not worried or afraid, he even smiled coldly.

"Sir, the pill has been prepared!" An apprentice alchemist carefully stepped in front of Ye Bailu with a tray of pills he had just taken out of the furnace.

There were only ten pills on the red lacquer tray.

Ye Bai picked up one of the pills, placed it in front of his nose and took a deep sniff. He nodded with satisfaction and took out a palm-sized medicine box from his sleeve, and put all ten pills into the box.

Then, with a small copper key around his neck, he locked the box with a click.

"You can leave now." He opened his palm and handed two Pure Gold ingots over to the medicine boy.

The medicine boys looked at each other in dismay, not daring to take it because they had sold themselves as slaves. Their parents had already received money from Ye Bailu, so how could they accept more, let alone a ingot.

Ye Bailu, on the other hand, forcefully gave the ingots to them and chased them out of the medicine hut.

That gold ingot was all he had after he sold off his family's jade and bought the herbs. However, he knew that after today, he would never need this money again.

Looking at the two thin and frail figures hurriedly walking down the mountain with the ingots, Ye Bailu walked to the tea house outside the medicine hut and leisurely poured himself a cup of ice-cold tea.

Beside the teacup was the small box containing the ten antidotes.

The fog gradually thinned, and from the shadows of the trees and the weeds in all directions, a pair of blood-red eyes could be seen. They were all staring at Ye Bailu, staring at this small box.

He took a sip of his tea and pressed his other hand against the medicine box.

"Old friends, since you're here, why don't you show yourself?"

At this moment, an autumn wind blew, rustling the green and yellow grass.

"I know that all of you are here for the antidote. However, all of you have seen it. Even if you pour out the entire city's precious medicinal ingredients, you would only get ten pills." I wonder, who should I give it to? "

The rustling sounds from the surrounding plants suddenly disappeared. The surroundings became deathly silent without a single response.

The gazes that were hidden in the darkness and were as sharp as falcons began to look at each other.

At this time, someone suddenly asked loudly, "Ye, if you didn't harm us, how did we become like ghosts or not! If you don't want to die, hand over the antidote! "

Yebai laughed bitterly, his laugh was exceptionally cold.

"All of you are fighting to get out of this dark dungeon. You must know one thing better than me. That is, the spoils of war belong only to the victors. Therefore, whoever can make it to me alive will be able to obtain the antidote and regain their freedom. "

At this time, from another direction in the crowd, an angry shout came out: "Ye Bailu, you beast! We thought that you were making the antidote out of kindness, but who would've thought that you actually wanted us to kill each other. Brothers, don't listen to him, capture Ye Bailu alive, then how many antidotes you need! "

As soon as he heard the voice, he suddenly felt a sense of familiarity, but the tone of the voice had changed. He could not remember who this person was, and the only thing he could be sure of was that he knew this person.

The assassins that were lying in ambush nearby, upon hearing these words, were all excited. A masked assassin jumped out from behind a boulder that was relatively close to the Medicine Shop, raised his saber, and jumped down as he shouted, "Capture Ye Bailu alive!"

He suddenly opened the medicine box, took out a pill, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it.

This move scared the killer who was about to rush over. He just stood there and didn't know how to return it.

Someone from the group of killers shouted: "Ye Bailu! What are you doing! Put down the antidote! "