Tea was being cooked in the bedroom. Zhuang Qingyun was lying on the bed with a pale face, sunken cheeks, and prominent cheekbones.

The guards were guarding the room, and the slight fragrance of tea echoed in the room, the fragrance was far away.

Through the white mist, Qin Wuyan's face had a hazy and astonishing beauty.

The two were pushed into the room, the cloth gagged in their mouths was torn apart, the two were arguing, and the whole priest's mansion knew what they were trying to yell, but when the fortune teller saw Qin Wuyan for the first time, his legs went limp , Kneeling directly in front of Qin Wuyan.

The doctor was dumbfounded: "What are you doing, get up and let him let us out, these people are obviously not from the priest's house."

The physicist didn't speak, but just stared at Qin Wuyan's handsome face that turned all living beings upside down.

The doctor reminded: "What are you looking at? Although this kid looks handsome, he is nothing at all. Wait until the high priest comes back..."

"High Priest!" The physiognomist stared at Qin Wuyan's face, "No wonder I can't see through it. It turns out that the priest's mansion has already changed hands."

Qin Wuyan just glanced at him indifferently: "Your name is Ben Commander High Priest?"

"You are the next High Priest."

"Yeah." Qin Wuyan smiled lightly: "It's not surprising that the people of Yuecheng are looking forward to this matter."

Qin Wuyan turned to the stunned doctor: "The commander arrested the wrong person and didn't get the antidote. This time, I arrested you two together. There should be no more mistakes."

Qin Wuyan raised his eyes, and his deep phoenix eyes were focused on the doctor, as if looking at a dead person: "Where's the antidote? Take it out!"

Although the aura around him was cold, his voice was contemptuous. It didn't look like he was extorting a confession by torture. Instead, he was chatting peacefully with someone. feeling among.

At first, the physicist thought that this feeling was just his own illusion, until Qin Wuyan stopped what he was doing and cast a glance at the guard.

The guard immediately stepped forward, grabbed his neck in front of the doctor, pulled out his tongue alive, and threw it bloody in front of the doctor.

Unprepared, the doctor watched this scene helplessly, still in a daze.

The air was filled with the smell of urine and blood, which made people sick, but Qin Wuyan took a sip of tea: "I heard that it is because of your mouth that the entire priest's mansion is bleeding like a river.

I also heard that you think Zhuang Mingyan's death has something to do with Master Qingyun? "

The physicist stared at Qin Wuyan's face with a thin smile, and felt creepy, all the murderous aura on this man was released in an instant...

Qin Wuyan rolled his eyes at the doctor: "You don't have to take out the antidote, how did he die, you will have a taste of it later."

The guard brought the blunt serrated knife and began cutting the physiognomist's fingers...

When the fifth root was cut, I don't know whether it was frightened by the pain of the physiognomist or by the bloody scene. The doctor was already in a ball, and fell to the ground like a pile of mud: "I can cure it." Configuration, let me go first."

Qin Wuyan stared at him coldly: "Don't worry, I have plenty of time, wait until all ten of his fingers are cut off, and let you have a taste of this, then you can answer me."

"I said, I said, it's not difficult to get rid of this poison, but it's difficult to find out what kind of poison he was poisoned by. In fact, this poison is a living thing, it's the little golden silkworm I raised. It is as slender as a silk thread, covered with poison, enters the body from the mouth and nose, and then swims in the body...

The prescription for detoxification is to fumigate the small silkworms that have grown up in the body..."