Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?.

Chapter 15: Being thrown out of Yujin City
Seeing the shameful appearance of Tiandao Sect Master and others, Ye Zhiqiu's face changed slightly. He looked straight at Han Yu and spoke in surprise.

"Is this caused by the elixir?"

Han Yu touched his nose and smiled awkwardly.

Ye Zhiqiu waved his hand, wanting his men to take down the three men in one fell swoop while they were unable to resist.

"It's better not to do it now, wait until the drifting fog has completely dissipated."

Han Yu quickly stopped him.

"You can't even touch the fog, then..."

Ye Zhiqiu's face turned grim. At a glance, the thick fog that he had blown away with the wind had covered at least half of the city. He couldn't imagine what the scene would be like.

Perhaps half of the people in the city woke up and went out singing and dancing.

Perhaps it was because after daybreak, half of the people in the city had gone mad and could only smile foolishly.

The more he thought about it, the scarier it became. Ye Zhiqiu couldn't help but glared at Han Yu fiercely and said viciously, "Why did you refine such a terrible pill?"

Han Yu smiled bitterly, thinking that this was not made by me! This was spit out from my glass bottle.

He also didn't expect that the thick fog produced by the ignition of a pill would cover half the city.

All I can say is that the elixirs produced in the glass bottle should never be viewed according to common sense.

The group stood there stupidly and waited until dawn. When the sky got slightly brighter, there was no longer any thick fog.

They stood for half the night, and the three leaders of the Tiandao Sect rolled around and reveled for half the night.

There was still no sign of stopping, and the palace guards easily carried the three people away.

“How long will they last?”

Ye Zhiqiu suddenly asked.

Han Yu replied quietly, "One year."

Ye Zhiqiu's face suddenly turned as dark as the bottom of a pot. He gritted his teeth and asked again, "Is there an antidote?"

Han Yu shook his head and sighed. "No."

"Humph!"

Ye Zhiqiu snorted coldly and walked away. After walking a few meters, a cold voice came, "You are not allowed to leave here without confirming the safety of the people in Yujin Prefecture."

Helplessly, Han Yu could only be pushed by the palace guards into the Yujing government office.

At noon, the guards scattered throughout the city gathered the information and handed it to Ye Zhiqiu.

The half of the city's residents shrouded in thick fog mainly showed signs of laughter, excessive optimism, and the tendency to dance when emotional. Although doctors are still diagnosing door to door, current data shows no signs of toxicity.

Ye Zhiqiu looked at the densely packed and detailed records in his hand, and the expression on his face improved a little.

If this is the case, half of the city won't be paralyzed, and it will only be a headache for a year...

Thinking of this, he really had a headache.

This little pharmacist is really a nuisance. I knew that Old Ghost Lin couldn't be so kind.

The leader of the Tiandao Sect and his men are still rolling around and having fun in the prison. It's really scary.

"You guys are heading south?"

Han Yu looked at Yixian and Coconut and asked curiously.

Yixian nodded and said seriously, "Coconut and I agreed to travel all the way south."

This was embarrassing. He came out of Quantai Prefecture and headed north, so the two routes were completely different.

Quantai Mansion definitely cannot turn back. God knows if the Xingchen Sect is still gnashing with hatred.

Hearing Han Yu say that he was going north, Yixian smiled and said, "That's fine. It just so happens that you can meet our own people when you go north, and you can say hello to each other."

"Qingzhou Prefecture, at the entrance of Beiyuan Hutong, opposite the crooked tree. You will know when you go there."

Han Yu was speechless when he heard this. This didn't sound like a place for a sect to be established. Instead, it looked more like a farmhouse.

"I have sent you a thousand miles away, but we must part ways. I will see you in the north soon."

After the two of them clasped their fists, Yixian left with the coconut.

Han Yu looked into the distance, watching them gradually walk away.

"Are you done yet? If you are done, get out of here!"

Off to the side, someone finally snorted impatiently.

Han Yu looked at him awkwardly, scratched his head, and said, "Master Ye, how can I feel comfortable seeing you off in person?" Ye Zhiqiu's chest rose and fell, and he seemed quite angry. He said, "I really can't rest assured unless I see you go with my own eyes."

"But you don't have to be so polite and lift me up!"

Han Yu looked down at him and sighed.

At this time, Han Yu was more than half a head taller than Ye Zhiqiu, but there were two guards on his left and right, each holding one of his legs and lifting him up like a sedan chair.

At this time, a mournful suona sound came from the city, intermittently, followed by a group of people carrying a coffin, followed by a row of people in mourning clothes.

A funeral should be a sad moment, but instead a group of people came over laughing. Even the suona players held back their smiles and played breathlessly.

Seeing this scene, Ye Zhiqiu's suppressed anger surged up again, and his face became as gloomy as water.

Han Yu shrank his head as if he realized something.

What a sin! I'm afraid this Yujin City will have to endure forced mourning for a whole year.

Soon after the funeral procession left, there was another burst of loud gongs and drums, and festive sounds came from afar.

It turned out that the team outside the city was welcoming the bride into the city.

In front were people leading the way, with the groom in the middle riding a fine horse in high spirits, galloping around, with a sedan chair carried by eight people behind him, and many other people following the procession.

The team suddenly stopped inexplicably at the city gate, and everyone looked at Han Yu strangely.

The atmosphere seemed a little off.

The curtain inside the sedan was suddenly pulled open, and a petite figure jumped out.

"Hit him."

The groom jumped off his horse and rushed forward with an angry look on his face.

The bearers pulled out the wooden beams that supported the sedan, and the strong man clearing the way waved a sign to welcome the bride...

Han Yu only felt a red flash before his eyes, and his face froze instantly.

Is this also a red unit?
How could this be considered a red unit! He had always thought that red units should be animals or something like that, and never thought that wearing red clothes could also be considered a red unit.

If you count it this way, if you meet a big guy someday...

Before he could finish his thought, the crowd had already overwhelmed him, and the little bride in a red veil was scratching and clawing with all her might.

The wooden beams supporting the sedan struck his head.

The wedding signs were fanning his face left and right.

The groom was squeezed outside the crowd and couldn't get in, so he was very anxious.

The whole scene was in chaos. Ye Zhiqiu held his forehead and called a large number of palace guards to completely separate the crowd.

The bride, who was carried into the city, cursed, "Let me go, I'm going to beat him to death."

Only after everyone was pulled into the city did everything return to normal, and the festive gongs and drums began to beat again...

“Is this also a side effect?”

Ye Zhiqiu looked at Han Yu with a complicated expression and asked strangely.

Han Yu smiled bitterly and nodded, saying, "Yes!"

hiss!
Even the knowledgeable Ye Zhiqiu couldn't help but take a breath.

This kind of weird ability is simply unheard of. A pill can inexplicably attract the hatred of a group of people. It's terrible.

What’s even more terrifying is that this little pharmacist used it on himself.

Get out of here as soon as possible!
I won't be able to sleep well for the day this kind of person stays in Yujin Mansion.

"Throw this thing away now."

Ye Zhiqiu waved at the palace guards in disdain. The two guards made a few gestures and really threw Han Yu out.

"Remember that face, and don't let him enter this city anymore."

After saying this, Ye Zhiqiu left quickly as if he was avoiding the plague god.

Han Yu lay on the ground with a wry smile on his face.

After all, he still capsized in the gutter. We should not underestimate the side effects of the glass bottle that can kill people without compensation.

At the city gate, soldiers were stationed there with vigilant looks, afraid that he would take even a single step inside.

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