My Experience In the Otherworldly Liver

Beam 640, April 23.

On the north bank of Luohe River, in a forest, the breeze blows and willow leaves flutter.

Behind the willow forest, a two-story wooden building is looming.

Chen Mu sat at the window on the second floor, quietly looking at the boundless river.

He was holding a wooden cup in his hand, which contained a brown mellow drink, and a milky aroma with a faint medicinal smell emanated.

This is his special milk tea made with qi-boosting herbs. The taste is mellow and nutritious.

Chen Mu sat behind the long desk under the window, enjoying the scenery and drinking tea leisurely.

This was the fifth day after he attacked the White Tiger ship overnight.

That night he abandoned the Taohuafang house. The rent has not been refunded, and I packed up and evacuated overnight.

The wooden house here is rented by Jiejia. He didn't dare to show himself, for fear that he would be stalked and come to the door again.

"Zuo Sheng is from the Jinghong Gang, right?" Chen Mu pondered to himself: "When he appeared in Taohuafang that night, he came after me?"

First was Baihutang Lin Que, then Zuo Sheng.

"Qingfengsan can't be sold anymore." Chen Mu sighed.

It was hard to find someone to make a living, but the result was coveted.

If it weren't for a coincidence, Zhu Yige took the blame for him, and he was the one who was surrounded and killed by Lin Que that night!

Thinking of what happened to Zhuyi Pavilion, Chen Mu's face was strange.

Not only his own Huanglong Powder was imitated, but he was also implicated in no way, to stop the disaster for Chen Mu.

"Jie Jia, you are guilty of serious crimes." Chen Mu sighed hypocritically.

...

"It should be over for now." Chen Mu thought uncertainly.

Chen Mu has been staying in his new home in Shanglinfang for the past few days, for fear that the Jinghong Gang will find trouble.

As the largest gang in Nanyang Mansion. The elite of the White Tiger Hall was lost overnight.

The hall master Lin Que, the four rudder masters, and dozens of key gang members all died. Only a group of scumbags are left. How could the Jinghong Gang not be angry.

The Jinshui River was turbulent, and passing ships were inspected to make things difficult.

The prefect of Nanyang City had to come forward to appease, which made Jinghong Gang stop.

"Secretly, it is estimated that there are still aftermath." Chen Mu thought a little worriedly.

"Let's be honest at home and brush up on the proficiency." Isn't that just staying home?

"Let's look at the harvest this time."

A string of incantations were uttered.

Black smoke filled the air, and a half-meter-long black-lacquered wooden box appeared on the table.

It was five days ago that he brought it from the Baihutang ship.

The wooden box came from a luxurious cabin with elegant decoration, and most likely belonged to Lin Que's private collection.

Busy renting and moving house these days, I haven't come and checked carefully.

Opening the wooden box, a stack of silver notes came into view first.

"Thirteen thousand two hundred taels!" Chen Mu gasped.

He had never seen so many silver notes before.

Lingsha pills and Qingfengsan can bring him about three hundred taels of silver every month. He has to save for four years without eating, drinking or spending!

"Get rich."

Chen Mu put away the banknotes and continued to flip.

Three fist-sized white porcelain vases, a gray stone the size of a pineapple, two account books, and seven house deeds.

The account book is useless.

The deed has three shops and four houses.

"Maybe I can let Jiejia handle the discount." This old man channeled many ways and Ziye, and he would definitely be able to handle this kind of filth.

The three fisted large white porcelain bottles did not dare to open them rashly, for fear of some volatile poison.

Put it into a closed compartment of the Five Ghosts Bag, and control the ghost paper figurine to open the cork.

The two bottles contained the same thing, a red pill the size of a grape, ten pills each, with no effect.

The other bottle contained six large, brown pills of peanuts, and there was no sign of it.

Chen Mu poured out one of each and placed it on the table.

Gently fanning the air, a faint medicinal smell came.

The keen sense of smell given by the pharmacy gave him a rough guess about the two pills.

"Red focuses on replenishing qi and blood, is it a tonic for nourishing the soul?" Chen Mu's eyes lit up.

Nurturing is difficult. The secret medicine was controlled by the Daliang royal family and the aristocratic family.

Jianghu people scattered people were also forced to come up with various methods.

Chen Mu himself uses medicine to prepare nutritious milk. There are always people who can figure out ways to enhance Qi and blood.

"The red pill may be one of them."

"There should be many other similar tonics."

Chen Mu immediately decided: "If you have a chance, you must collect it."

As long as he finds one or two samples, he can deduce the imitation by pharmaceutical technology. It can become his soul nourishment.

The brown pill is much simpler.

As soon as he smelled it and tasted it carefully, he thought about the formula by 70% to 80%.

It's just that the more he thought about it, the weirder Chen Mu's face became.

"Ancient Blue Pill?"

good guy!

"Lin really looks mighty and majestic on the outside, but I didn't expect it..."

The medicinal effect is mild, the essence is strengthened, the yang qi is generated, and it does not hurt the body. It is a good thing!

"It's a pity it doesn't work."

"Um...Sell it to Jiejia? Yes, to Jiejia! His hair is white, he must be able to use it!" Chen Mu hehe smiled and put away the medicine bottle.

Finally, I looked at the gray stone.

"It must be some kind of precious ore that can be put into the wooden box by Lin Qu."

"Put it away and think about it when you have time."

...

On the banks of the Jinshui River, in the Changrui Wharf of Nanyang Prefecture, inside the boat of the main building of the Jinghong Gang.

Jinghong Gang leader Jin Wuduan sat on the head.

A fat face always has a kind smile. But the unruly and strong men sitting on both sides of the lower head did not dare to breathe.

Jin Wuduan looked like a wealthy businessman, but his strength was in the top three in Nanyang Mansion.

It was the existence of this master that allowed the Jinghong Gang to firmly occupy the Jinshui River.

On the coffee table beside him was a tray with a short knife in it.

Jin Wu cut off his finger and rubbed the broken part: "Good swordsmanship."

"Zhuyi Pavilion does not admit to killing Lin Que." An old man in his fifties on the left side of the next head respectfully said.

"Well. Zhuyi Pavilion doesn't have such a good swordsman." Jin Wuduan nodded.

"Zhuyi Pavilion also said that Lin really attacked Zhuyi Pavilion's stronghold for no reason, let us give an explanation." The thin old man continued.

"Don't pay attention to him." Jin Wuduan waved his hand indifferently: "I will personally go to Zhang Qinghe and have a good talk."

The expressions of many hall masters suddenly froze.

Zhang Qinghe is the pavilion master of Zhuyi Pavilion in Nanyang Mansion and one of the three masters of Nanyang Mansion.

When the two meet, I am afraid it will be a fierce fight!

This dispute will have an immeasurable impact on the Jinghong Gang and Nanyang Mansion.

"Lin really attacked Zhuyi Pavilion for his own selfish interests. If he died, he would take the blame for himself." Jin Wuduan smiled.

"But after all, he is the leader of my Jinghong Gang."

"I'll help him settle the mess in Zhuyi Pavilion."

"In addition, a reward is issued to provide clues to Lin Qu's death, 10,000 taels. Find the murderer, 20,000 taels. Heads, 50,000 taels."

The smile on Jin Wuduan's face subsided, and he looked at the many hall masters one by one: "Go back and rectify the rules of the gang, restrain your subordinates, and don't do anything wrong."

"There will be a big man coming soon, and Nanyang Mansion can't be messed up!"

"Yes!"

The hall masters bowed to their orders.

Zuo Sheng sat at the end and also clasped his fists in agreement.

Thinking of the high reward just now, I couldn't help but move in my heart.

Recalling the tragic situation on the Baihutang ship, Zuo Sheng frowned.

The iron lotus seed saves and shoots, and the dagger stabs it.

He was too familiar with this scene.

This is how the Taoist Qianshan of Qingshan County died.

He couldn't help thinking of the chance encounter that night.

"Senior brother, what you have done is really embarrassing for me."

He wanted a high bounty, but he was secretly apprehensive.

As soon as Lin Que sent someone to follow him, he ushered in an explosive counterattack.

Baihutang said that if it was destroyed, it would be destroyed. Zuo Sheng's heart was terrified by this unscrupulous way of acting.

"Forget it, let's not mess with this evil star." Zuo Sheng couldn't help shaking his head: "It's better to think about how to benefit from the White Tiger Hall."

He turned to look at the black-faced strong man who was also sitting at the end.

Zhang Ye, the former head of the Bailang Gang in Qingshan County, is now the head of the White Tiger Hall, a lucky person that makes people envious.

The elites of the White Tiger Hall were absolutely dead, and Zhang Ye became the leader of the hall in a daze.

Even Zuo Sheng couldn't help being jealous.

"The other party is also from Qingshan County, and he is not strong enough. He is in need of foreign aid. If he can unite with him at this moment..." Zuo Sheng squinted and smiled.