Servant of the Otherworldly Pharmacopoeia

One morning, when the shops in the city reopened for business, they found that the street was deserted and deserted.

The neighbors next door had the same expression as them, all looking confused about the situation.

The guards who patrol the streets every day are nowhere to be seen.The morning market was about to start, but the gates of the city were closed, and the walls several feet high cut off the internal and external connections, and the atmosphere was stagnant.

"How is this going?"

"Aren't you looking for someone, why did you close the city gate?!"

The shopkeepers near the city gate acted first, and a group of people walked towards the city gate, and saw a big notice nailed to the gate from a distance.

The notice was stamped with the city lord's order, and there was only one simple line: The whole city was under martial law for two days.

Martial law?

The people under the notice looked at each other, some joined in the fun, some complained and cursed, some were curious and excited, and some had darkened faces.The excitement is contagious. After a while, the news spread throughout the city like an explosion. When the sun just rose, many people had already gathered in twos and threes to debate loudly.

"That adult must have lost his wife! Look at the rush!"

"I've never heard that the lord has a woman. Didn't the flower lady at the top of the city say that he doesn't / raise?"

"Hua Niang has never slept with him, how does she know that he won't/raise!"

"Maybe it's Hua Niang who wants to sleep, and the adult won't / raise it when he sees her!"

"Hahahahaha!"

The orc people have a tough folk style, and if they get in a hurry, the king of heaven and I can drag them down and beat them up. Although they live in the same city as that lord, no one can prevent us from telling jokes. There have been rumors in the city these days, and now Well, there is no business to do, and people can just get together and talk about it when they are free.

"Didn't you say that people were lost in the witch doctor clan? What is martial law doing in the whole city?" A woman muttered dissatisfiedly.

"It's not found, maybe the witch doctor clan smuggled people out!"

"Oh~" A group of people suddenly realized, "Hey, why is the Witch Doctor Workshop not open today?"

Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, immediately patted their buttocks to stand up, and went to visit the witch doctor workshop.

A group of spectators had already gathered at the gate of the witch doctor's workshop. As more and more people joined in, the excitement became even worse, and various speculations were rampant.

The Witch Doctor Workshop is closed today!

Have you been arrested?

Must be arrested!

The royal family is fighting with the witch doctor family!Will you fight to the death like hundreds of years ago?I heard that the witch doctor tribe can poison a city to death with a single wave of their hand, and that the golden Du Tu Nian can cover the sky and the sun, so majestic!

In short, people's imagination is unlimited.

But the reality is far less exciting.

In the middle of the night yesterday, several wealthy households and members of the witch doctor family were invited to the manor overnight. They were separated into different rooms, and the doors were locked and guarded by personal guards.

The guards spoke politely, but had a tough attitude. After they were captured, those people stood at the door like stones, ignoring how they spoke, and letting them yell and scold, they just remained unmoved.

People from the witch doctor family have also been invited, and Wu Li is currently in charge of the witch doctor workshop.

Wu Li was locked in the room by himself, he was very calm, just sitting quietly, not as hysterical as others.

"I don't know if Uncle knows the news." He silently stroked the little jade ball in his hand, with a worried expression on his face.

The Dutu manor is divided into two floors inside and outside, and the witch doctor workshop also has three practice points, which are presided over by the most capable doctors in the clan.His practice site is within the inner city because it is close to the Black Tower.The headquarters of the witch doctor clan, the largest witch doctor workshop, is in the outer city, where their home is.

He came to preside over the clinic the day before yesterday, and he hasn't been home for two days. I don't know how the situation is at home.

What about the one who's locked up.

After so many days, that person must have been released. After being locked up for so many days, if he dies or goes crazy, there is probably no other possibility.

Since he was a child, he was taught that the interests of the witch doctor family should not be violated, and that medical skills are unique to the witch doctor family, and anyone who dares to get involved will not be spared.The nine mistakes were that he knew medical skills, and got mixed up with the lord, breaking the two taboos of the witch doctor clan.

Doctors are benevolent, but doctors are also very human when their hearts are hardened.Wu Li was so young that he was used to life and death. Although he sighed for a moment at Jiu's ending, he was quickly suppressed.

"My lord, the city is under martial law, and the black tower has activated a jamming formation, so not even a bird can fly into the sky above the city."

In the witch doctor's castle, the servant reported to Wuman.

"Martial law?" Wu Man was puzzled, but he didn't understand what Du Tuxuan's actions meant. "Can you contact Wu Li?"

The servant replied: "I can't contact Mr. Wuli."

"..." Wu Man waved his hand, "Go down."

Was Du Tuxuan's reason for such a big fight really to find someone?Wu Man recalled Jiu's appearance, an unremarkable child, in terms of beauty, it was not as good as Qingxing's glamorous, Qingkong's coldness, in terms of status, Wangcheng had a lot of ladies who wanted to marry Dutu lord.That child was tanned, and his appearance was just above average, except for his eyes, which were so vivid, what kind of taste did Du Tuxuan really take a fancy to him?

Or is there another picture?

Entering the alchemy room, Wu Man stared at the induction stone on the wall.The induction stone can perceive the situation in the prison without lights. If it emits red light, it means that the person in the prison is living well; It was refined by Wudeng Prison and became part of the black air.

The person who is currently locked up is quite strange. The red light began to dim two days ago. According to the rule, the sensor stone should flash on the third day, but the red light is always dim. The light grew stronger again.

So Wu Man never let people go, and the people inside were also locked up for a long time.

Now the light is all gone.

The induction stone on the entire wall is dim, which means that the people inside have been refined.

Wu Man's face was covered with dark clouds.

The red light was still strong when I saw it yesterday, how could it be refined in just one night?Refining is a very slow process, the red light changes from strong to weak, usually flashing for two or three days, and finally the death is decomposed.Even if a person dies, the induction stones will not be completely destroyed. There are hundreds of induction stones in the pharmacy, and the division of labor is very detailed and clear. There are more than 20 induction stones for light induction refining, which usually light up about half a year after a person dies.

How is this going?

Wu Man checked the induction stone impatiently, everything is obviously normal, why is the induction stone in this state?Is the person already dead?He was full of frustration, and even though he had no intention of saving the lives of the people inside, it would be resentful to die in vain.

After working for a long time, it was in vain in the end. He did not hesitate to push the witch doctor family to fight against the manor, mainly because he wanted to discover the secret of that kid.If you just want to get rid of him, where is the best place to do it!

Wu Man thumped the wall, hating the short-lived boy even more.

At the same time, Dutu Manor.

"Long, I can't sense nine anymore." Du Tuxuan accidentally knocked over the teacup, splashing hot water on his body without realizing it.

Huan's body trembled: "My lord..."

Failure to sense means that the other party's vital signs are weak, and they may not be able to survive.

Du Tuxuan tightened his face, brushed the teacup on his lap to the ground, and began to tidy up again.

"My lord, please eat something, you haven't eaten much these days."

Du Tuxuan flipped through the books one by one: "These things can be sorted out tonight. Go to bed first and call you tonight."

Huan silently sat beside him: "I'll be with you, my lord."

"You're getting old, Huan." Du Tuxuan didn't raise his head, "Go and have a rest."

Seeing his decisive attitude, the butler probably couldn't persuade him anymore, sighed, closed the door and left.

When there was only one person left in the room, Du Tuxuan finally raised his head. He stared blankly at the scenery outside the window, his face full of lifeless sadness.

"sorry."

I hope you can wait for me one more day.

The lights of the Black Tower have been on for several nights, and the gate is heavily guarded. Even people in the manor have never seen so many guards appearing together.A lot of people were locked up in the manor, and every day a personal guard came to see the butler with a bloody cloth bag, which was said to be full of hands.

The tense atmosphere finally reached a climax tonight.

In the middle of the night, the servants were woken up by the emergency wake-up bell, and soon the manor was brightly lit, and the footsteps became more and more hurried.After they cleaned up, the butlers gathered them up and distributed work to each of them. Most of the work of the male servants was to assist the guards to take care of the prisoners' families, while the maids cleaned the rooms and served tea and water.

Du Tuxuan sat in the main meeting hall.

The main meeting hall is in the middle of the temple, and it is only used for greetings or sacrifices on important occasions, while the small hall near the black tower is used for daily office work.

So when the main meeting room opened, everyone became nervous.

Du Tuxuan's face was pale, there was a touch of black under his eyes, and his eyes were sharp and frightening.He looked at the crowd in the audience, his expression was as motionless as a mountain.

The butler bowed and saluted under the stage: "Everyone is here, my lord."

The inexplicably imprisoned people quieted down, and all looked at the legendary manor owner.

Everyone knows that the owner of the manor is a young man from Du Tu's family in Wangcheng, but Du Tu Xuanshuang has been here for more than ten years, so few people have seen him.Many years ago, someone saw him killing people on the city wall. He might get out of the car to take a look when he inspected remote places every year, but this is a long and rare opportunity. The appearance of the manor owner is still an unsolved mystery in the city. .

I didn't expect to be so thin and young.

It's like a treasure bottle just out of the box, sharp, young and stunning, making people afraid to break it.

"Everyone is here." Du Tuxuan looked down with both eyes, his chin slightly raised, looking very luxurious. "You are invited to deal with the accounts that you report to the manor every year."

He went straight to the topic, and the people below were surprised. One of the people who was a little older came out first and asked, "May I ask you any questions?"

Du Tuxuan gestured to Qingkong to read the account book: "The Huangshi family filed a tax return of [-] gold coins last year, the cloth workshop filed a tax payment of [-] gold coins, the stone workshop filed a tax payment of [-] gold coins, and the witch doctor workshop filed a tax return of [-] gold coins..."

Qing Kong read one item after another, and after reading all the tax forms, Du Tuxuan asked the people below: "This is the tax you filed, do you have any objections?"

Everyone present looked at each other and shook their heads: "No."

"Okay, let's look at the others."

The new account book was handed over, Qingkong opened it, and began to read again: "Huangshi's family bought jade mines, 230 four times a year, and the mine carts bear a thousand catties. Five mine carts enter the mining area each time, a total of one year of mining. It weighs 110 million catties."

After Qingkong finished reading, the members of Huangshi's family nodded.

Du Tuxuan gestured to continue reading.

"Stone workshop, the warehouse in the workshop currently has 30 catties of rough stones, 50 catties of stones are produced every month, and a total of 230 million catties of stones are produced every year."

After Qingkong finished reading, Du Tuxuan asked the owner of the stone workshop: "Is that right?"

The Patriarch nodded: "Yes, my lord."

Du Tuxuan smiled mockingly: "Since it is correct, where do the stones in the other five warehouses of your house come from?"

The man was shocked: "My lord, why did you come up with the theory of five warehouses!"

Du Tuxuan glanced at the others, including the second-class butler of his manor.

"There are 90 catties of stones in Dafeng Village, 100 million catties of stones in Sanbei Village, 200 million catties in leather workshops, 120 million catties in animal farms, and 100 million catties in the black market in the city." Qingkong paused, "And There is one in Jianzang Cave in Dasha Village.”

Following Qingkong's voice, the expressions of the people below were different. Some of the servants and housekeepers who were called to watch were already sweating profusely. Those industries have absolutely nothing to do with me, my lord!"

Du Tuxuan lowered his eyes halfway, and said coldly: "I know those things are not entirely yours. After all, it is too reluctant to transfer so many things by yourself. Is it Wu Li?"

Wu Li raised his head suddenly, showing his sharpness: "My lord, you ask me, how do I know?"

"Really." Du Tuxuan knocked on the table, and the butler signaled: "Bring people in."

The side door next to it opened quietly, and the manor guards came out first, followed by seven or eight prisoners who were escorted to death.

"Some of these are supported by the underworld, and some are the bosses of dark street gangs. I have been watching them for several years before inviting them. I think you all know these people?"

Seeing the miserable state of these people, the little butlers with ulterior motives knelt down, crying and begging for mercy: "My lord, please forgive me, butler, please forgive me!"

The little butlers knelt down, and the situation took a turn for the worse.