Thinking of this, his heart trembled, and he suddenly shouted: "Someone come! Someone come!"
A black-clad guard flashed in, not daring to look at the person above, but kneeling on one knee respectfully: "Master."
"Go! Go to the palace immediately and call Yixuan to me!" He tried his best to calm down, but the trembling voice still revealed his fear.
"Yes!" the man in black responded and left quickly.
"It must be them! But when did they do it? I am surrounded by my trusted followers..." He murmured in panic. At this point, his voice paused. Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he clenched his fists and shouted loudly: "Someone come! Someone come!"
Several men in black came in, and the trembling voice said, "Count the number of people for me! See if there are any missing! Quick! Now!"
"yes!"
Several people responded and quickly retreated. They counted all their people. When one person was missing, the person who counted was startled. He counted again, confirmed it, and quickly reported to his superiors.
"Master, we are short of one person."
“Sure enough…Sure enough…” He staggered back a few steps, his face full of fear and understanding.
At this time, the shadow guard who had been sent out of the palace came back to report: "Master, according to the people in the palace, the Third Prince did not return to the palace yesterday. The people they sent out could not find his whereabouts in the city. The people at the city gate said that they saw the Third Prince leaving the city and his whereabouts are unknown."
Hearing this, Murong Bo collapsed to the ground, his mind went blank. The already old man seemed to have aged ten years at this moment. He collapsed to the ground, staring blankly ahead, unable to speak for a long time...
Seeing this, the people in the hall looked at each other and retreated silently.
Although Murong Bo wanted to block the news, the news of his declining cultivation and aging appearance still spread out. Moreover, the news of Murong Yixuan's departure was gradually known to people. When people heard the news, the undercurrent in Yunyue City, which was not peaceful to begin with, began to surge again.
In Feng Mansion, the courtyard where Lord Yan lives.
"Hiss! I tell you, you have no idea how frightened I was when I saw that scene. I almost couldn't help but scream. You absolutely can't imagine that the man who was fine the day before had turned into an old man in his 50s or 60s when I went to see him the next day."
Gray Wolf said to Ying Yi in the courtyard: "The most terrifying thing is that his cultivation is about to be wasted. It will gradually disappear, which is really devastating. Even if he is a martial arts master, he must have practiced hard for decades. It was destroyed in one day. Tsk tsk, as expected, the ghost doctor's medicine is extraordinary. So, you can offend no one but the ghost doctor."
Ying Yi's eyes flickered when he heard this. He had seen the ghost doctor's methods before, but he didn't expect that there was such a strange medicine that could make people grow older day by day? Their strength and cultivation gradually disappeared? That would indeed make people live in fear and extreme panic. Such a method would make him live in a life worse than death, compared to killing him with a knife.
"But I was the one who gave the bald guy the drug. I originally wanted to cripple him, but when I thought of the ghost doctor's words, alas! I didn't do it." He said with some regret. If it were him, he would have killed Murong Bo with one knife.