Feng Jiu originally had no intention of helping, but seeing Song Yiping looking at her pleadingly, she sighed inwardly and said, "For Song Yiping's sake, can your family come up with three thousand-year-old medicinal herbs?"
Hearing this, several family heads looked at each other in surprise. Three thousand-year-old medicinal herbs were not difficult for them, but thousand-year-old medicinal herbs were extremely precious, and each family had to take out three at once. They hesitated for a moment, and one of them asked, "Can we have less..."
Before he could finish his words, Fengjiu interrupted him: "Four."
Hearing this, the family heads glared and said, "Why four more? Just now they said three."
Feng Jiu sneered: "You said it was just now, weren't you still hesitating? If you don't want to, forget it, I don't need your thousand-year-old medicinal herbs."
Worried that if they hesitated any longer, they would have to add more items, so they gritted their teeth and said, "Okay! Four is four, but you must help us take care of this matter."
"Bring the things here for me to look at first." Fengjiu said, motioning Song Yiping to take Ye Ling aside to rest.
Song Yiping glanced at them, then took Ye Ling to a big tree. He put Ye Ling down under the cover of the tree, then took out a hood and put it on her. His whole body was still wrapped in the black cloak, so his face could not be seen.
After discussing with each other, the members of each family sent an elder from behind to fetch the thousand-year-old elixir. At this time, seeing the irrational people in their family still struggling, a family head stepped forward and asked, "Madam Ling, is there any way to make them recover first?"
They are the leaders of the clan, but they are helpless in doing anything about these things. It is truly shameful.
Fengjiu glanced at those people, walked forward, gathered a stream of spiritual energy with her fingers and pointed it at their brows. The next moment, wisps of light smoke rose above their heads. Those people trembled all over and suddenly came to their senses.
"Hiss! Why am I covered in wounds? It hurts so much!"
"Who hurt me like this? Who is it!"
"Who tied us here? Master? Master, why are you here?"
Those who gradually recovered felt the pain from the wounds on their bodies and couldn't help but scream and gasp. Then they saw that the head of their family was here. He saw that they were tied up and not untied, and there were some corpses on the ground. They were all stunned for a moment.
"What's going on? What happened? Who killed these people?"
The people of several families were silent. The bodies on the ground belonged to several families, and the ones who did it were theirs. What else could they say? Nothing.
Feng Jiu glanced at them and said casually, "You killed him!"
"Nonsense! How could we attack our own people!" Their faces turned pale at that moment. Even though they tried their best to deny it, looking at the expressions of their family head and people from all clans, they knew that this should be true and they really were the ones who did it.
"How could this happen? How could it be?" someone murmured, seeing a tribesman with whom they had a good relationship dead on the ground, and it was even possible that he was murdered. For a moment, it was hard to accept it.
A family head sighed: "You have been possessed by evil spirits and have lost your reason, so..."