The Immortal Cultivator Returns to the City

"Okay, young master." Jin Buhuan understood.

"One more thing, do you know who the person behind the pre-Qin killing order is?" Ye Xuan asked casually.

"Pre-Qin killing order? Could it be you, young master?" Jin Buhuan immediately understood.

"Well, help me to check, who is the person behind, who is in charge, and, there is such a history that God's Fortune has lost to me before, that is, more than 30 years ago, a person almost swallowed The world, what is going on, and what is the name of that person." Ye Xuan said a lot in a row.

Jin Buhuan withdrew immediately, and the network of heaven and earth began to work again.

When I came to Duanmurong's room, I saw her alone there, I don't know what she was thinking.

Hearing the sound, Duanmu Rong finally turned around.

Seeing her haggard face, Ye Xuan hurried over.

It's been a long time since I saw her, how could she become like this.

"Rong'er, here you are." Ye Xuan stroked her face and said.

"I'm fine, husband, I'm chatting with my mother, you come too." Duanmu Rong said, and smiled.

Seeing such a weird smile, Ye Xuan frowned instantly.

There is no one in the whole room, just the two of them.

Picking up Duan Murong, the true energy in Ye Xuan's body was directly injected into her body.

Soon, he checked out that something was wrong.

"Husband, my mother is calling you over there." Duan Murong struggled, wanting to jump out of Ye Xuan's embrace.

Where did Ye Xuan make her wish come true, he just knocked her out.

Then he looked at everything in front of him, and a sword energy shot towards the incense burner over there.

A little bit of red liquid flowed out of the cracked incense burner, like blood.

"Who is it?" Ye Xuan was a little angry.

Hearing Ye Xuan's shout, Liu Piaopiao over there ran over directly.

When she saw Duanmu Rong in her arms, she yelled directly.

Immediately afterwards, looking at the liquid on the ground, she hurriedly pulled Ye Xuan out of the room.

"Honey, don't go there, it's essential oil." Liu Piaopiao said eagerly.

"What is this and where did it come from? Also, hasn't Rong'er had any special reactions in the past few days? How did it become like this?" Ye Xuan said angrily.

"I don't know, she's been staying in the room all this time, and I thought she was practicing, so I didn't come to bother her." Liu Piaopiao explained.

"Call Liu Yidao and let him see what happened to Rong'er." Ye Xuan said eagerly.

Liu Piaopiao immediately contacted, and soon, Liu Yidao rushed over.

Jin Buhuan came along with him. After all, the matter is so urgent, but Jin Buhuan cannot be hidden from it.

"Master, Young Mistress was plotted against." Liu Yidao made a diagnosis and said in a deep voice.

"I also know, tell me, what's going on." Ye Xuan shouted angrily.

"The thing inside is essential oil. This essential oil is made from human essence, blood and flesh. Put the essence and blood into the human oil, so that the flow is formed, but it will not disappear. Essential oils. Things like essential oils are usually soul-controlling items used by people in the evil way. Obviously, the young mistress is controlled by those people now, resulting in hallucinations." Liu Yidao hurriedly explained.

"Hallucinations? I remember when I went in, Rong'er said that she saw her mother." Ye Xuan described the situation at that time.

"Master, according to what you said, then this essential oil is very likely to belong to the young mistress's mother, otherwise it would be impossible for the young mistress to become like this in a short period of time." Liu Yidao said in a deep voice.

For Liu Yidao, Ye Xuan trusted him a lot.

Without him, it would be impossible for Liu Yidao to betray Ye Xuan among the servants of Emperor Xuan City.

Because Ye Xuan rescued him three times, and avenged him, killing his family.

Liu Yidao was originally just an ordinary mountain village doctor.

But when he worshiped his ancestors, he discovered family medical skills, and immediately began to learn.

But people are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong, so Liu Yidao was killed because he was too famous.

If Ye Xuan hadn't saved him, he might have turned into a pile of bones.

As for the massacre, don't even think about taking revenge.

"What about Rong'er's current situation? What should I do?" Ye Xuan asked.

"Master, the situation of the young mistress is a bit complicated. According to my observation, the young mistress has been ordering it for more than ten days. The essential oil has been inhaled too much and needs to be treated slowly. Moreover, the essential oil must be assisted to stabilize the young mistress' mood." Liu Yidao considered it carefully. It took a long time to say such a sentence.

"Why bother, I'll take a look at my siblings." Liu Yidao had just finished speaking when he saw the fortune teller walking in from there.

He was still holding a wine jug in his hand, drinking as he walked.

"Brother, you came just in time, help me see how Rong'er is doing." Ye Xuan said eagerly.

"Don't worry, just let me take a look." Shen Shuzi walked over step by step.

The moment he stretched out his hand, a scalpel was directly in front of him.

"Who are you?" Liu Yidao looked at the magic operator over there warily, and asked in a cold voice.

"Hugh is rude." Ye Xuan said hastily.

"Young Master." Liu Yidao shouted with some confusion.

"Don't talk about it, this is the old fortune teller." Ye Xuan said a little irritably.

"God's fortune teller?" Liu Yidao muttered, and then backed away.

"Not bad, you have such a loyal subordinate, not bad, really not bad." A trace of light flashed in the eyes of the divine operator, and he said jokingly.

"Okay, brother, help me take a look." Ye Xuan said hastily.

Shen Suanzi took out three copper coins and placed them on Duanmu Rong's eyes and mouth respectively, and then began to mutter.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, looked at Ye Xuan and said, "Essential oil? Who did you offend?"

"I don't know." Ye Xuan didn't know why.

"Fortunately, you discovered it early. If you inhaled all the essential oils, even the gods would be hard to save." The fortune teller said, pinched a magic formula with both hands, and then aimed at Duanmu Rong's eyebrows.

Soon, puffs of white smoke floated out of Ye Duanmurong's mouth.

Looking carefully, it just came out of the small hole in the copper coin.

"This is." Liu Yidao was shocked.

After all, he is just a doctor, not a monk.

A quarter of an hour later, the fortune teller stopped, and the white smoke did not just disperse, but gathered in the air.

After wiping the sweat from his forehead, the fortune teller said softly: "It's almost done, just rest for one night."

"Is it really all right?" Ye Xuan still asked with some doubts.

"Of course, you don't care who makes the move, it's just a trivial matter." The fortune teller said proudly.