In my dream of returning to the Tang Dynasty, I snatched Wu Zetian from my lap.

"Hurry up and pack it!"

At his command, regardless of whether it was useful or not, he packed everything up and took it away, intending to have people identify it slowly when he got back.

"yes!"

Huang Tu and the others opened the cloth bag and quickly packed it up.

At this moment, Ji'an came to the jar and curiously opened it.

After opening the lid, there was no smell in the dark jar. He curiously moved closer and peered inside.

"Hiss hiss hiss..."

A faint sound caused Li Yuanchang's expression to change drastically.

"careful!!"

Inside the dark jar, a colorful venomous snake lunged forward.

Ji'an's pupils widened in horror; he had no time to react.

puff! !

Blood splattered on Ji'an's face.

A hideous snake head fell to the ground with a thud.

Ji'an was completely stunned and stood there in shock.

Li Yuanchang sheathed his knife, his expression serious: "Be careful, don't touch anything carelessly. These jars probably mostly contain poisonous snakes and insects, used for medicinal purposes."

Ji'an swallowed hard, and cold sweat broke out as he looked at the venomous snake's fangs.

"Thank you, Your Highness."

Li Yuanchang patted him on the shoulder with a smile, and was about to say something when suddenly his expression changed and he turned around abruptly.

"who!!"

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Huang Tu and the others almost reflexively put down the herbs, drew their knives, and all pointed them at another room behind the bamboo door.

creak...

An elderly woman with a hunched back, no more than 1.5 meters tall, and white hair, leaned on a cane and walked out with a stooped posture.

He was very old, his face was covered with all kinds of pustules and acne, and when he smiled, he was more frightening than a vengeful ghost.

Everyone was startled; he really did look a bit...

Li Yuanchang frowned; it was probably caused by some kind of fungus on her face.

Seeing that he was so old that he could barely walk and posed no threat, he put away his knife and signaled to Ji'an to negotiate.

"Are you the doctor here?"

To everyone's surprise, the old woman responded directly in Mandarin: "Hehehe, I am the doctor here."

Aside from his hoarse and unpleasant voice, he definitely speaks Mandarin.

Li Yuanchang was shocked!

He blurted out, "Are you Han Chinese?"

The old woman continued forward, picked up the severed snake head from the ground with her bare hands, and then put it into another jar in front of everyone.

When she opened it, a venomous snake covered in pustules poked its head out, but it didn't bite her; she even touched it a few times.

"I am not Han Chinese, but I learned my medical skills many years ago from a doctor on a Han Chinese merchant ship. I worked as a maid for Han Chinese for half a year, and I can speak Chinese." The old woman turned around and looked at Li Yuanchang with a smile, her eyes more like a sizing-up and sizing.

Li Yuanchang instinctively felt that the old woman in front of him was somewhat dangerous, so he kept a distance and then cupped his hands in greeting: "I see."

"I am a member of the pirate crew, and I have been ordered to come and collect the medicine."

As he spoke, he deliberately brandished his samurai sword.

The old woman shook her head and laughed, "No, you are not."

"They don't knock when they come to my place."

Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions turned slightly grim; their identities had been exposed, and they couldn't help but look at Li Yuanchang.

He hesitated for a moment, but didn't make things difficult for the old man; he just wanted to get the medicine.

He simply admitted, "Okay."

"We were passing through this place today, and we came here for medicinal herbs. We knocked on the door, but no one answered, so we went in by ourselves."

Please forgive me if I have offended you.

Consider this an exchange.

As he spoke, he tossed out a large bag of salt, which, in terms of value, was at least many times more valuable than those herbs.

But the old woman showed little interest: "I don't want this."

"What do you want? As long as it's something I can satisfy, I'll definitely satisfy you," Li Yuanchang said patiently.

The old woman smiled faintly, then suddenly stepped forward and circled around Li Yuanchang, her eyes constantly scanning him.

Li Yuanchang felt somewhat uncomfortable under their gaze and subconsciously became cautious and defensive.

"I think you should stay here."

The old woman's sudden, casual remark caused Li Yuanchang's expression to change slightly. Just as he was about to speak, he felt a sudden weakness in his body and staggered backward.

"Your Highness!"

Huang Tu had just uttered those words when he collapsed with a thud.

Not only him, but all the guards inside and outside the house experienced the same thing: dizziness, weakness, and their limbs seemed to be completely petrified before they fell into a coma.

The sudden change startled Li Yuanchang, who tried to draw his sword but was suddenly struck by a dizzying sensation.

boom! !

He stepped back, his back slamming heavily against the cabinet. Only through sheer willpower, biting his tongue, did his mind regain a moment of clarity, preventing him from falling into a coma.

"You drugged me?" He immediately thought of that pungent smell, and his face turned pale.

The old woman nodded with a smile: "Yes, it's done."

"you……"

Li Yuanchang wanted to say something more, but a powerful wave of dizziness swept over him without any warning. His eyelids grew heavier and heavier until they closed on their own.

His rate of unconsciousness was comparable to that of general anesthesia on the operating table in later generations; he collapsed in the blink of an eye.

Even a burly warrior like Huang Tu couldn't withstand it for more than a few breaths; that's terrifying.

"..."

Time passed, and night fell.

Tsushima Island was deathly silent; apart from the pirates' revelry, there was almost no sound.

Inside the bamboo house where Li Yuanchang and the others were poisoned.

A gurgling sound kept coming from a large, dark pot, inside which something was simmering, thick and pungent.

The old woman was stirring it continuously with a wooden stick.

She was smiling and talking to herself. Opposite her was a standing coffin, inside which Li Yuanchang was bound.

Li Yuanchang was in a daze, his eyelids slowly opening, his consciousness drifting between wakefulness and unconsciousness. He could sense that there were people around him, but he could not become fully conscious.

But he had a sense of crisis, a sense of crisis that he would die if he didn't wake up soon.

Driven by this subconscious sense of crisis, he bit his tongue again.

The sight of blood and the stinging pain forced his brain to revive instantly, his eyes slowly opening, but his limbs remained immobile.

"Huh?"

The old woman noticed, and slowly walked forward with faltering steps, raising her head to look at Li Yuanchang: "He's actually awake."

"Little one, you have such a strong will."

"I didn't misjudge him."

Her face, illuminated by candlelight at night, was almost terrifying; she looked like a monster.

Strangely, Li Yuanchang was not handed over to the pirates, nor was he robbed, and he had no wounds on his body.

"What exactly do you want? Where are my men?" Li Yuanchang asked with difficulty, his brows furrowed, his whole body seemingly weakened.

Even the most robust physique is useless at this moment.

He could easily control the other person with a simple reach, but his hand was completely immobile. No matter how hard he tried, only his fingers could twitch slightly.

"Hehe, little one, don't worry."

"They're fine. I'm not after money or lives. I just want to ask you for a favor. If you do this, I'll let your men go. How about it?"

The old woman's attitude was so kind; her voice sounded like that of a gentle old lady, creating a stark contrast.