If you look closely from below, you can see that this is a man who has long been unable to see his appearance, his face is badly burned, and only a few strands of hair are stuck to his scalp on his head.

In the council hall, in addition to him, there were also Murong Qingyu, Murong Tianyun, and Mr. Jing, all of whom looked at him with serious faces.

I saw that this man stretched out a hand with black gold gloves but could still see that it had been seriously deformed, trembled and took out more than ten kinds of herbs from his pocket and put them on the table in front of him, and analyzed in his hoarse voice, which did not listen carefully, and absolutely could not understand what he was saying:

"It's these 12 herbs that are missing. These herbs are extremely difficult to find outside, and even if they are cultivated in the prefecture, it is extremely difficult to survive. The thieves were wasteful, and they gave up the worst-growing plants and stole all the best.

The most hateful thing is that all the other party stole are matrilineal plants, and all the damaged are male plants, and if these inferior male plants under him do not find at least one maternal plant to breed, they will be the last remains.

In other words, in the future, only that thief will have these poisonous weeds in the entire Kyushu Continent. ”

The person who spoke was Yang Yi, the drug king who was burned at the stake, and Yang Yi was obviously very angry about the theft of herbs. Because of his extreme anger, his voice trembled when he spoke, and he couldn't breathe.

You know, the stolen herbs were carefully cultivated by him like a child, and they were all matrilineal.

In order to make these poisonous herbs his own, after successfully cultivating the maternal plants and giving birth to the sublineal plants, he ordered people to destroy and burn all the plants that could grow such poisonous herbs in the Nine Heavens Continent.

In this way, he is the only one in the whole world who can configure some strange poisons, and only he has the antidote. In other words, although he is a wasted person, as long as he is willing, he is the only one in the world who has the final say.

However, the thief was obviously a colleague, and was well versed in toxin pharmacology, and stole all his maternal and good sublineal plants, leaving him with some old and sick in the medicine garden.

These old, weak, sick and disabled plants cannot be grown-multiplied and cultivated at all, that is to say, if these maternal plants are not recovered, only the other party will have such toxins in this world in the future.

Yang Yi's words made Murong Qingyu's face black and black, and finally almost turned into the background color of the pot.

He couldn't be clearer about what Yang Yi's words meant. Originally, these herbs equipped with poison were the sharp weapons he relied on to restrain others, but today they were stolen by people, and turned into a sharp weapon that threatened his life and that of Qianyun.

How could this not make him feel fear and anger?

However, Yang Yi's words were not finished.

"Lord, these poisonous herbs are not just as simple as the loss of the maternal plant. There are so many poisons in the world that it would be nothing without these dozen herbs, but do you know why I carefully cultivated these dozen herbs in the first place? ”

Seeing that Murong Qingyu's face turned black again, Yang Yi continued: "It's not because of how toxic these herbs are, but because these dozen herbs are the most easily compatible with other poisons in the world, and the variety of new poisons can be configured. Each of them can be compatible with almost any poison, giving rise to new varieties.

Nothing was lost in the medicine garden, but the 12 most precious varieties were lost.

(Updated on August 25)

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