Hearing this, Feng Jiu looked serious and said to Lin Lao: "Of course this is for making medicine. Lord Yan said he wanted to prepare an antidote for the cold poison. I have to take these medicines back to study them."
Hearing this, Elder Lin was somewhat puzzled: "But the properties of these medicines are not suitable as antidotes for cold poison!"
"Mr. Lin, you don't understand this, right? All medicines have their own effects. Although I haven't been able to mix it yet, it won't be wrong for me to take it back for research." She said seriously with a righteous attitude, which frightened Mr. Lin.
"Well, do you need anything else? There are medicine tools and other things in the medicine building. Come to me if you need them."
Hearing this, she smiled with her eyes shining brightly: "Mr. Lin, you are such a kind person. Don't worry, I will come back if I don't have enough medicine. Of course, I will have to ask you for medicine tools. Let's go! Take me to pick some for me to take back."
She patted Mr. Lin's shoulder like a brother and went downstairs with him.
That night, Fengjiu was preparing scar-removing ointment in her own little courtyard.
On the other side, in the main courtyard
Elder Lin was reporting to Lord Yan about the herbs Feng Jiu got from the medicine building today. Before he finished, he said, "It's just that I find it strange that the medicinal properties of those herbs are not suitable for treating cold poison, but Gui Gui said that those herbs can be used."
"Ghost?" Lord Yan glanced at Old Lin, with a slight raise in the ending of his voice.
Elder Lin was stunned for a moment, thinking to himself: Why doesn't the master seem to have grasped the point? He reported that the precious medicinal materials were taken away by the young man. The master listened for a long time without saying a word, but reacted after hearing the young man's name.
At that moment, I didn’t dare to think about it anymore, so I could only say respectfully: “Yes, the young man said that it’s fine to just call him Guigui.”
"Go down!" Lord Yama waved his hand, signaling him to leave.
"Master, those medicines..."
"Give it to him if he wants it."
"Yes." Upon hearing this, Mr. Lin said nothing more, bowed and walked out.
After sitting for a while and drinking two glasses of wine, he stood up and walked outside. He was originally taking a walk outside, but unknowingly he walked to the outside of the young man's yard. Seeing that the light in the room was still on and the figure reflected on the window paper was walking back and forth, he was suddenly moved and walked in.
Fengjiu in the room was humming a little tune happily while applying the newly developed ointment on her face in front of the mirror. Thinking that her appearance would be restored in no time, the depressed mood that had caused her to be caught here was finally relieved.
"You took my medicine just to get this damn thing?"
"Wow!"
Suddenly, a voice coming from behind startled her. She jumped up instinctively and turned around. She saw the Lord of Hell, who had come in at some point, standing there with his hands behind his back, looking at her with interest.
"He can be scared like this, obviously he has done too many bad things." He raised his eyebrows and looked at the boy with a face covered with black and green ointment.
Seeing that it was him, Feng Jiu breathed a sigh of relief, patted her chest with one hand, and said unhappily, "Master Yan, why are you here so late at night instead of sleeping? You come here if you want to, but why are you floating in here silently like a ghost? This is not the way to scare people, right?"