Don't Ask Where People Go After Time Travel

A mist of blood filled Fang Zilan's eyes. She was stunned for a while, but she still walked over slowly, "You...kill Wuhai?"

Li Shengxuan didn't seem to expect that Fang Zilan would turn back suddenly, he subconsciously stood in front of Wuha's corpse, "Why are you back? But Awan..."

"It has nothing to do with Awan." Fang Zilan interrupted Li Shengxuan in a deep voice, "I have something to ask Wuhai."

"What are you talking about..." Li Shengxuan was stunned, and Fang Zilan walked around him, walked straight to Wuhai's corpse, and squatted down.

"You don't look good at killing people." Fang Zilan looked down at Wu trouble's corpse, whether it was intentional or unintentional, the fatal wounds on Wu trouble's body were uneven, and the killer seemed to be a novice who seldom kills.

"I..." Li Shengxuan opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything. After a while, he whispered: "I asked Wuzai, but he refused to say anything."

"Normal." Fang Zilan stretched out her hand and gently closed Wuha's eyes, "The killer of the ghost gate always only brings secrets into the coffin."

After she finished speaking, she stood up, and instead of looking at Li Shengxuan, she looked at Xia Houzhang, "You are seriously injured, take care of yourself."

"You don't ask Ah Shi..." Xiahou Zhangfu was stopped by Fang Zilan as soon as he opened his mouth, "You failed to bring Ah Shi back, so what else do I have to ask?"

She said with a cold expression, "I never like to pursue the process of failure."

Xia Houzhang's lips moved, but Fang Zilan left without looking back. After a while, A Wan hurried over, followed by the assistant of Zuiyuelou.

Ming Xiang leaned on the railing in the upstairs corner, quietly watching this scene, Fang Zilan's voice came from behind, "Do you know that there is no danger?"

"I know, the imperial physician ordered Mr. Wen Ya to accept the first apprentice." Ming Xiang turned her head and saw Fang Zilan sitting not far from her, drinking the medicine slowly, "I heard from Wen Ya that Wu Zai is very good at practicing medicine." Talented, but he took the edge of the sword, and the fate of his master and apprentice is shallow."

"The sword is swaying? Mr. Wen actually said that there is no danger?" Mingxiang laughed dumbly, Fang Zilan put down the medicine bowl in his hand, "Do you also think Mr. Wen's words are weird?"

"If you say that the sword is on the wrong side, Mr. Wen's teacher, the medicine god Xu Yaoshi, is the No. 1 in the world." Ming Xiang said softly: "Back then, Xu Yaoshi refined many medicine puppets in order to protect Wanhua Villa. Inherited Mr. Wen, who took his mantle, is even worse."

She paused for a moment, with a cold expression on her face, "Mr. Wen has been in the ghost gate, what he has done all these years, I think you know better than me, master. How could he be so slanted because of the sword of innocence? Master-student fate?"

"Even you think there is something hidden, let alone me?" Fang Zilan shook her head, "It's a pity that Wuyou died. Only Mr. Wen knows what the truth is."

Ming Xiang didn't speak, and turned her head to look downstairs again. Xia Houzhang had been sent away by the staff of Zuiyue Tower, and only A Wan and Li Shengxuan were talking about Wuhai's corpse.

A Wan seemed to be agitated, and she was about to have a big fight. Li Shengxuan, who was standing opposite her, bowed his head and let her criticize him.

"By the way, you just said that Xu Yaoshi refined many medicine puppets in order to defend the Wanhua Villa?" Fang Zilan asked as if suddenly remembering something.

Ming Xiang stopped looking downstairs, got up and walked to Fang Zilan's side, "That's right, it was rumored back then that it can live to the death of human flesh and bones, and even live forever."

Fang Zilan didn't dare to believe it: "This is the medicine puppet made by Yaoshi Xu?"

Ming Xiang nodded slightly, "Yes. At the beginning Xu Yaoshi did refine many powerful medicine puppets, some of which were invulnerable to all poisons, some invulnerable to swords and guns, and some with infinite power. But after a long time, these medicine puppets were attacked. Backlash, or death or injury, eventually disappear."

"That is to say, the medicine puppet was not created by Mr. Wen?" Fang Zilan's expression froze, and Ming Xiang's expression changed imperceptibly, "Master, you mean that Mr. Wen is still refining the medicine puppet?"

Fang Zilan pursed her lips, nodded and said: "Mr. Wen made the medicine puppet to test the medicine."

"This reason sounds more like an excuse." Ming Xiang's expression became serious, "The drug puppet may have a significant effect at the beginning, but as time goes by, the drug puppet itself will inevitably have backlash, affecting The medicine tested is effective, unless..."

"Unless what?" Fang Zilan couldn't help asking, and Mingxiang lowered her eyes and said, "There are enough people for Mr. Wen to make medicine puppets."

Hearing the words, Fang Zilan suddenly understood that refining pharmaceutical puppets is like doing experiments. When the base number is large enough, the accuracy of the experimental results will be higher. , nobody cares.

However, she clearly remembered that Wen Ya had told her before that there was a medicine puppet who tested medicine for her, and that medicine puppet lived for many years, until when she came to Beijing, Wen Ya told her that the medicine puppet had died ...

Since everything came from Wen Ya's mouth, is it possible that the dead medicine puppet in Wen Ya's mouth is no longer known to her, and the medicine puppet that tested the medicine for her at first has been replaced by someone who doesn't know how many times? drug puppet...

Thinking of this, Fang Zilan didn't dare to think about it any further. From Wen Ya's refining dolls to Ji Ningtian's experimenting with Taoyuan Village's young and old, the lives lost behind it were probably no less than those in her hands.

Seeing Fang Zilan's face turning pale, Ming Xiang couldn't help but asked with concern: "Master, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing." After Fang Zilan finished speaking, she picked up the medicine bowl in her hand and drank it all in one gulp. "Wuyou is acting perversely. Although Awan doesn't like him, there is a little bit of sympathy with him. Now I want to collect his body personally. I want to come to my heart." Not having a good time."

"Master, do you want me..." Fang Zilan stopped Ming Xiang just after she spoke, "No, A Wan can handle it, and..."

She hesitated to speak, Ming Xiang interjected, "Is the master worried about that gentleman?"

Fang Zilan's reticence seemed to be acquiescing, and Ming Xiang had a rough guess in her heart, but she didn't dare to say it rashly, for fear that she would not be careful, and even more afraid that others would overhear her, and it would be self-defeating.

"Okay, it's okay." Fang Zilan saw Mingxiang's troubled face, so she comforted her, "It's good that you know what's in your mind. Now that I've entered the game, trusting him is one aspect, as for the other..."

She didn't go on, Ming Xiang already knew that even if it was trust, she would have reservations.

So Fang Zilan never took the initiative to mention the matter of Qianjinfang in front of Li Shengxuan, which were the three news of the finale of the Spring Festival. In fact, she had planned it long ago and didn't need to spend any effort to collect it, but in front of him, she was not only vague, He even asked him to release one of the news...