Mesmerizing Ghost Doctor

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When the shopkeeper heard this, he became pale. He took a step back and waved his hands quickly. "This has absolutely nothing to do with us! This, this..."

"Wanyan Shisan, there's no need to hang on. I found this medicine specifically for you! Hehe, how is it? Does the food on the table suit your taste?"

More than a dozen men with a baleful aura on their bodies appeared, patting the broadsword in their hands and smiling wickedly at Wanyan Shisan.

"It's you!" Wanyan Shisan's eyes narrowed sharply. He shoved the shopkeeper aside and strode out. "How dare you come after me? You seek death!"

"Hahahahaha!" The leader threw back his head and roared with laughter, then scowled at him. "Seek death? We're here today to send you off! You don't think I'll just let go if you cut off my arm? No way!"

Feng Jiu looked at the man and then noticed that the man was half-covered with a black cloak and that his right hand was missing. Feng Jiu remained silent as she observed the killing intent and hatred in this person's eyes; she knew it was directed at Wanyan Shisan.

"You want to kill me with just a few of you. Humph! You overestimate your abilities!" Wanyan Shisan snorted coldly and looked at those men. It didn't matter if they had more than a dozen men in their ranks. Even if a dozen more showed up, he wasn't afraid.

"Is this so?" He raised his eyebrows slightly and made a sound with one hand. Then, suddenly three figures appeared and besieged them.

Wanyan Shisan examined the three people and noticed an elderly man with dishevelled grey hair, a slight build, a stooping gait, and a skeleton walking stick in his hand. The walking stick's handle was white and appeared to be made of bones. On top was a skull the size of a clenched fist.

The other was a burly man, over half a head taller than a normal man, who was carrying a long, round, black iron weapon. He was dressed in grey, with his trousers rolled up one long and one short, and he wore woven straw sandals. At his waist was a wide-based, narrow-topped woven bamboo basket. When he grinned widely, his simple, honest face looked creepy, making people shiver.

The last person was a beautiful woman in a black gauze skirt. Half of her hair was loose, and the other half covered her cheek. She fiddled with her hair in one hand. Her white-as-jade fingers drew even more attention. As her fingers made a seemingly random sweep towards her chest, the spectators' pulses quickened.

However, her fingernails were black, creating a stark contrast between her white-as-jade fingers and her black fingernails. The earlier jolt in people's hearts had vanished, leaving only wariness and caution.

Wanyan Shisan's expression changed when he saw these three people. For the first time, his expression became solemn. "The Green River's Three Monsters!"

"Oh, I had no idea you had such good eyesight to recognise our three siblings at a glance." The beautiful woman in black smiled, causing her breasts to jiggle slightly. The snow-white and moist skin, as well as the black gauze skirt, were the ultimate temptation, but they also posed a deadly threat.

Feng Jiu sat at the table, sipping her wine, her clear eyes sweeping over the three people before turning to Wanyan Shisan and asking, "The Green River's Three Monsters? Why did these people go after you?"

Wanyan Shisan was rendered speechless when he looked at her and saw that she was sitting there drinking wine leisurely.