Chapter 603: All Mortals
Anyue City is only twenty or thirty miles away from Tianshou Village. With Fu Qingzhou's current walking distance, he can get there in just a bowl of hot porridge.
When he returned to the refugee camp, as expected, the refugees gathered in a circle to chant sutras again...and a large plume of smoke floated from Fatuo's tent. It looked like they were refining medicine, but... The eyes of the refugees looked at him with reverence, and they really thought he was performing a ritual.
Fu Qingzhou found Ning Wushu, who was sitting at the outermost corner, and patted her shoulder.
“You’re back!”
Ning Wushu's eyes lit up: "How is it? What did you find?"
"Big discovery."
Fu Qingzhou smiled at her: "This is what happened..."
< br>He lowered his voice and told the reason why he suddenly followed the convoy of officers and soldiers, what he discovered later, and Lao Wang's confession.
Ning Wushu’s eyes sparkled when he heard this, and the joy on his lips could no longer be suppressed.
"As expected of you."
She praised: "Even if I can think of such details, it is difficult to make a judgment in the blink of an eye!"
"Don't praise me yet." Fu Qingzhou smiled and said: "Right now, I need you, Sister Wu Shu, to go to Anyue City."
Ning Wushu immediately understood: "You want me to take over the defense of Anyue City?"
" Not bad.”
Fu Qingzhou blinked: "The defenders must have a spy watching the whole process of transporting the coffin to ensure that there is no mistake. I need Sister Wu Shu to find out the spy and control him after Lao Wang delivers the medicinal materials to Santang Shou Cai Mansion. Everyone who lives in Shoucai Manor...at the same time, they have to ensure that Magistrate Yang is also controlled and cannot deliver any news."
Ning Wushu raised his eyebrows: "It's so complicated, aren't you afraid that I will make a mistake?"
“It’s just complicated that I came to you.”
Fu Qingzhou smiled slyly: “This is a difficult thing for me, but for the dignified Northern Xinjiang general, this is not An easy little scene?”
Ning Wushu smiled, patted his shoulder and stood up, turning around and leaving without saying anything.
At the same time, she raised her hands and tore off the dirty stones on her cheeks with ease!
The bloody and dirty rocks fell to the ground. Ning Wushu's figure walked around a tent on the outskirts of the refugee camp, and then she disappeared.
“Hiss, it hurts just looking at it.”
Fu Qingzhou bared his teeth.
No, sister, you are not curing this at all...
It seemed that she was quite dissatisfied that someone like Ning Wushu, who was used to going straight and rushing to kill, suddenly came to work as an undercover agent.
When it was time to turn over, she did not hesitate to tear off the dirty stone... Forget it, everyone is a practitioner, this small injury should be nothing to her, she will get the prescription later. , let’s talk about the root cause.
Fu Qingzhou looked up at Fatuo's tent and grinned.
Still making medicine? That's just right.
Before, I didn’t dare to take action directly because I was afraid that there would be no prescription and I would not be able to comfort the refugees. Now that the prescription is about to be obtained... isn’t it just a pretense? Who wouldn't?
"Really speaking, I have read Hui Xin's memories. I know more about the difficult times than you do."
Fu Qingzhou sneered.
The next moment, his figure had disappeared into the crowd.
In Fatuo’s tent.
He was sitting in the center of the tent, with an incense burner placed in front of him, which was the same incense burner that had been placed in front of the Buddhist niche. But now, the incense ashes in this incense burner have been cleaned out, but they have not been dumped. Instead, they are carefully packed in a wooden box and put aside. Obviously, they will have to be put back in later.
The flames were blazing under the incense burner, and the Chinese medicine soup in the incense burner was bubbling. White smoke mixed with a very light medicinal fragrance filled the entire tent and spread along the gaps around the edge of the tent.
There are other magical instruments scattered around Fatuo, and there are still traces of the processing of medicinal materials on them. The small box of medicinal materials beside it is basically empty, with only a few unused medicinal materials left. .
The fire under the incense burner became more and more prosperous, and the medicinal soup in the furnace began to lose its juice in the fire. The liquid became less and less, but became thicker and thicker.
"There is only one last medicine left..."
Seeing that the fire was almost done, Fatuo murmured, carefully took out a few small soybean-sized fruits from his sleeves, counted five of them, put the rest back, and placed five small fruits on the incense burner. Flatten the top.
The small fruit was crushed, and the juice slowly dripped down and fell into the furnace. The medicinal soup suddenly boiled like a hot iron ball!
The big boil lasted for less than a moment and then completely quieted down. All that was left of the medicinal soup in the furnace was a thin layer of bottom and some black medicinal residue.
When Fatuo saw this, he smiled with satisfaction, extinguished the flame under the incense burner, then took out the pure bottle, and poured a little of the refined medicinal soup into it.
But at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in the tent.
"Ha, it turns out that in addition to the medicine, there is also such a small fruit. Fortunately, I looked at it for a while."
Fatuo was shocked and raised his head suddenly, but found no one.
He didn't have time to pack up the things in front of him before he opened his mouth to call someone.
But as soon as he opened his mouth and before the sound in his throat came out, a hand came around from behind him and covered his mouth tightly, while at the same time a cold and sharp object was pressed against it. Hit his lower back!
Fatuo's eyes widened and he did not dare to move.
"Tsk, last time you walked up behind me quietly, I wondered if you were hiding your strength."
The person who suddenly appeared behind him was naturally Fu Qingzhou.
He sneered: "At the moment, it seems that you are just careful enough and your steps are light enough - but unfortunately, I am more careful and light than you. Look, I have been touching your back for so long, you You didn't notice it either, right?"
After finishing his words, Fu Qingzhou felt a surge of strength coming from the other party. He clearly wanted to resist, and he didn't seem to be afraid of the sharp knife at his waist. He just wanted to kill the movement. Make a fuss.
He frowned and planned to twist Fa Tuo's neck.
But at this moment, the lantern bell on his neck suddenly made a "ding" sound and exploded in his mind!
The next moment, a force like a lightning strike suddenly poured into Fu Qingzhou's body, shaking him to pieces!
Fu Qingzhou was shocked. He gritted his teeth and tried his best to stay awake, so as not to be knocked unconscious by the force - and what he didn't expect was that this force was also transmitted to Fa Tuo. !
When Fu Qingzhou was so "shocked" that his eyes turned white and his head started to smoke, Fa Tuo was also shocked to the point of twitching all over and foaming at the mouth.
A few seconds later, the lantern bells of the sea of suffering finally stopped. Fu Qingzhou staggered a few times and barely stood up, but Fa Tuo fell sideways to the ground with a plop.
"Holy shit..."
Fu Qingzhou held his head and gritted his teeth and said, "Did Qi Ranjue give me eye drops again? Didn't Fatu want to resist just now?"
"Well... "
At this time, Fatuo on the ground struggled to speak: "Don't, don't kill me...I, I don't want to die..."
Fu Qingzhou: "..."
Co-author, was Fatuo just begging for mercy?
So spineless?
"Are you from the French generation? Yuan Zhao's disciple?"
After a moment of silence, he whispered: "Oh, I didn't expect you to be so afraid of death... Tell me, what? When did you join them? You are not weak, so why do you want to help them? And what kind of conspiracy do they have? "
(End of this chapter)