Chapter 1: Life is better than death

The autumn wind is moving, and the medicine is filled with air.
Hanshan City medicinal materials market, the low-rise green brick ancient shop in the northwest corner, slanted with black and white plaque. Three vigorous and quaint characters, deep in the middle of the plaque: Zhenfangfang.
In front of the door.
The bluestone paved alleys were interrupted by the sudden sound of footsteps.
The coming man was a boy with a thin figure and pale face like a paper. His footsteps were weak and his body was shaking. It was like a slick ride that would blow him down. The sacks made by the twine were presented by him. The hands are next to each other.
"call……"
The young man was suffocating and stopped in front of Zhenfangfang. When he bent down, the sack was placed under his feet, and the black handkerchief embroidered with Manzhushahua. After shaking the hand to remove the handkerchief, the arm was difficult to lift and wiped off the forehead. There is a thick sweat.
He is Ye Hao!
He is the drug boy of Zhenfangfang and the only owner of Jinzhengfang.
Ye Hao clung to the handkerchief, looked up and stared at the plaque in front of her eyes. In the original eyes of the gods, the complex light was slowly flowing out. Ye Hao hated it here and attached to it. Here is his hell, but it is also his safe haven.
"The little master is back!"
The low and hoarse voice came from inside the door of Zhenfangfang. A hunchback old man with a ruthless age, taking a leading cane and stepping out of the footsteps, looked at his appearance, as if he had not lived for a few years.
"Cough..."
Ye Hao regained his gaze, and in a few severe coughs, the handkerchief erased the black blood from the corner of the mouth without traces, and then picked up the sack at the foot and nodded and said, "Come back."
The hunchback old man asked: "Is the blood ganoderma and the stalk found?"
Ye Hao took a step and passed the hunchback old man, leaving only the whispering voice: "Ninety years of wild blood nectar, one hundred and twenty years of stalk, but the blue and silver that the old things have left is finished.

"It will be spent when the flowers are finished." When I heard the young man, the wrinkles of the old man on the hunchback stretched out and returned to the body behind Ye Hao. He said with satisfaction: "The little master found these two main herbs, and more Live for two months."
Ye Hao’s footsteps didn’t stop, but the tone was a bit colder:
Pharmaceutical slave, can you not say the same thing every time? I know how long I can live! I can’t hold the medicine. ""
The hunchback old man did not seem to hear the change of Ye Hao's tone. It was still the old face with a smile on his face. Hehe said: "The little master is afraid that there is no way to take a bath. The shop is coming to the guest and can't go."

Well?
Ye Hao’s body shape, squinting at the gorgeous frame parked in the front lane, frowning asked:
Seeking medicine?

The hunchback old man said: "Seek for medicine!"
"Let them wait."
Ye Hao’s footsteps were a little faster than just a little, passing through the arched corridor and bypassing the wide courtyard. It seemed that he did not see the three figures sitting on the futon in the courtyard, and turned straight from the left corridor to the courtyard arch.
There are a few futons on the ground in the courtyard. At this moment, three people on the futon, one full of silver hair, old and old, wearing a luxurious robe, a charm, wearing a light blue dress Woman, a girl like a black girl who fell into the dust.
They watched Ye Hao walk to the side yard and watched the hunchback old man arrive.
"Who is he?"
The middle-aged woman floated up and asked the old man with a humpback.
The humpback old man laughed and said: "My little master."
The middle-aged woman was slightly stunned, and the fitness figure sprinted in an instant, blocking the way before Ye Hao entered the arch. Cold shouted: "Since you are back, give us medicine. Our parents will not be able to get sick. If you are delayed, you can't afford it."
"I don't wait to roll." Ye Hao stopped and his eyes flashed cold, like a beast staring at the woman in front of him.
Ye Hao, he...
I feel that the soul is expanding.
Can't hold it anymore!
The middle-aged woman was stunned, and she looked at Ye Hao in disbelief, as if she could not believe her ears.
How many years?
How many years have you heard such arrogant words? How many years have you not encountered such a arrogant person?
It seems that since I took over the Zhang’s business group more than a decade ago, no one dared to speak to himself so arrogantly. He is a little guy, dare to dare...
"My little master said, don't wait to roll."
The hunchback old man took the faucet crutches and walked slowly to the side of the middle-aged woman. His expression was no longer a smile, but a cold and frosty.
The middle-aged woman was angry, and at the moment when the arrogant momentum broke out, she shouted: "Give your face, and give the heavy responsibility to you, don't give your face a shame, give us medicine, or else..."
"Oh, what else?"
The hunchback old man’s waist straightened straight, and a raging breath erupted on him. The murderous surging, the overbearing breath was revealed:
The face is earned by yourself, not by you, although the old master...but also Not you are arrogant. Roll..."
"hiss……"
The middle-aged woman's pupils contracted, and the body trembled in the middle of a few steps.
She never dreamed that the old hunchback old man in front of her eyes could burst into such a strong momentum. She had a feeling that she was no longer an old man, but a terrible wild beast. A peerless creature.
"Zhong Ying, not rude."
The silver-haired old man in a luxurious robe sighed low to the middle-aged woman. After the arrival of Jianbu, there was a bit of jealousy in his eyes, and there was still a bit of apology. He said: "The little girl is rude, and she hopes to forgive me. Since your little master is temporarily unavailable, we are waiting. As a sin, ask for medicine. The price we will doublely offer."
"Little master?" The hunchback old man turned and looked at Ye Hao.
Ye Xie's body, a little trembling, trembling a few times, his face paler, with the sweetness of the scorpion, the blood poured out and he swallowed, but a trace of blood still overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
He struggled to raise his arm and wiped the blood from his mouth. The sound oozes out of his teeth: "Ten times."
Finished.
Ye Hao struggled to lift his footsteps and stepped into the arch of the courtyard. However, his footsteps were more vain, and his body trembled more clearly. It was like an old man with a ruin.
Zhang Zhongying opened her mouth and said nothing, even though her face was still full of anger, but in a flash, she was keenly aware of the blood spilled from the corner of the leaf.
And... the state of the boy at the moment.
She suddenly felt that it was not like a teenager who left in front of her eyes. Instead, she was like an old man with a ruthless age, and it was at the point where the oil was dry. Not only does she have this feeling, but even her father Zhang Pinshou, as well as the girl in the city, have this feeling.
"He, can you?"
The girl in the Allure’s eyes flashed a different color and turned to look at the hunchback old man.
When the hunchback old man waved and interrupted the girl in the city, his wrinkled face appeared a little worried and hesitated for a moment. He said in a deep voice: "I want to ask for medicine, wait outside."
The words fall.
The humpback old man did not hesitate to step into the arch of the atrium.
Even at this moment, the footsteps of the hunchback old people have become a lot lighter. After catching up with Ye Hao, they whispered: "The little master waits, and today the old slaves will dispense medicine for you!"
"Cough..."
Ye Hao stopped his footsteps and handed the sacks in his hand and took out the black handkerchief embroidered with the mandala.
The breeze smashed, the yellow leaves were like butterflies, the bluestone ground was like a golden sea wave, and in the house, the sandalwood ignited, and the faint sandalwood flavor gradually spread, filling every corner of the house.
The walls are dark and the small windows are closed.
Inside the house, there is a glaring blood red octagonal table in the hall. There is a ding furnace on the table, half a meter high, all over the body, black and lustrous, full of luster, eight vivid, like the true dragon pattern, the sculpture is exquisite. Above the center of the house, a dark purple coffin hangs, bringing a sense of coldness to the house.
Under the sable.
The stone drums are hot and lingering.
The hunchback old man stood by the stone bucket and looked at the leaf swaying body, and whispered: "The little master, the venom has been matched, you hurry into the bucket."
Ye Hao slightly decapitated, watching the hunchback old man leave the door and closing the door from the outside, this shivered his hands and faded a piece of clothing.
Streamlined muscles, white complexion.
however!
On this white, creamy, creamy skin, there are scars of varying lengths, which are intertwined and shocking.
"Uh huh..."
Ye Hao stepped into the stone bucket and soaked in the dark green viscous liquid. Suddenly, the needle was like pain and swelled through every nerve in his body. A low voice rang from the throat of the leaf.
pain!
It broke our hearts!
Pain into the bone marrow!
For this kind of pain, Ye Hao has grown from small to large, but he has tasted it thousands of times. Even more painful than this, it is like a thousand knives, and he has tasted it from hell. He also tasted it.
After suffocating, he immediately sat in the stone bucket with his knees, clung to his mind, and quietly ran the "washing the marrow meridian". In the past few years, if it was not his cultivation of the "washing the marrow," the poisonous veins did not work. I am afraid that he has already died thousands of times, let alone suppressing the soul of the gods...
The medicine is poisonous.
He is also poisonous.
His body needs to be poisoned and poisoned to continue his life.
In the main house.
The hunchback old man swallowed the door of the courtyard, and his body was suddenly stunned. The spine was straight and straight, and the deep eyes passed from the three people in the courtyard. At the moment of deep residence, the murder is looming.
After a while, the caduceus in the hands of the hunchback old man focused on the ground, and did not look at the three people and said: "Advise the three to leave immediately. Otherwise, the disaster will be plagued by the bloodshed.
Zhang Pinshou's brow wrinkled and he was silent. The girl in the city showed a touch of surprise and turned to look at the eye of the eye.
however.
On the face of Zhang Zhongying's glamorous face, she showed some warm anger and looked straight at the hunchback old man. She said: "If we get the medicine, we will leave immediately. Otherwise, the intimidation of three words will not reach the goal that you want us to leave. ""
"I don't want to leave?"
In the eyes of the hunchback old man, the murderous scene has not passed away, but the old face has an eccentric smile: "So, even if you meet each other, you can't make a cause and effect with my family. You are free."
call out!
Three ghostly figures suddenly appeared silently on the wall of the courtyard, with a strong and sardonic voice, such as the wave of waves surged: "The old dog next to the poisonous devil blue autumn, but the heart of the house is thick! The life and death of the three ants can actually arouse your poor kindness..."
The hunchback old man looked like a torch and stared at the bald old man headed by him. The cold voice said: "Yin and Yang old blame... Mu Wutian!"