"Huangquan Tavern?" Mo Wen rubbed his brow helplessly. "Why go there when there are so many other places to go? Huang Chunsheng is a swindler."
Ling Ran nodded and said, "It's OK. He originally wanted the Lover's Sword, but Miss Nangong disagreed. In the end, he gave the Emperor the skill of bowing his head. But the Huangquan Tavern closed for a while during the trip. I wonder what happened inside?"
"Oh?" Mo Wen asked with a smile, "Could it be that we have been discovered?"
"No. Nangong Xier is drunk after drinking Huangquan wine. Even if Huang Chunsheng knows that we are watching, he will not care. As for that Su Baiyi, I don't think he can find my spy." Ling Ran replied.
"Let's go find Yan Laoqi." Mo Wen suddenly said.
Ling Ran was so scared that she took a step back: "I'm not going."
"What about Adou?" Mo Wen asked again.
Ah Dou, who was sleeping on the ground, got up and scratched his head: "City Lord, please forgive me."
"Ye Huo?" Mo Wen turned his head.
Ye Huo silently put on the black mask: "Yes, sir."
"Alas." Mo Wen shook his head and sighed, "Why do you all have this expression every time I mention going to see Old Seven?"
In a remote courtyard in the Demon City, Yan Xiaotang looked at the glass cup in his hand, his eyes revealing a bit of ecstasy: "It is true!"
"What incredible things have you discovered?" Mo Wen pushed the door open and walked in, but he immediately covered his nose as soon as he said a word, "No wonder they don't want to come, your place is too smelly, and it gets smellier every time..."
Yan Xiaotang ignored the city lord who had come specially for him, and instead carefully put away the glass cup in his hand, still muttering to himself: "If I had enough blood..."
"Put away those horrible thoughts of yours." Mo Wen frowned and said, "I get scared every time you show an expression like this. No wonder even Old Master Tang, who loves freaks the most, is afraid of you."
"City Lord." Yan Xiaotang turned around, his eyes fanatic, "If you give me enough blood, I can help you create the most powerful army in the world. Do you want to be the emperor?"
"The title of Marquis of Jinyuan has been inherited by all the city lords of Demon City. Old Seven, don't say anything treasonous." Ye Huo reminded.
Yan Xiaotang sighed softly: "Which emperor's rise to power was not a great act of treason?"
Mo Wen seemed to be used to Yan Xiaotang's crazy state and did not continue the topic: "What have you found out about Su Baiyi's blood?"
"Su Baiyi's blood is bright red, just like ours. But after Su Baiyi fell asleep, his blood was dark red and very hot. The silver needle I used to draw blood yesterday had burn marks on its surface. This shows that when Su Baiyi fell asleep, a special substance would be produced in his blood. If I were given enough blood, I might be able to discover the mystery. By then, even ordinary people who have not practiced the Immortal Book could have their blood turned into this." Yan Xiaotang became more and more excited as he spoke. "This kind of blood must be able to stimulate people's potential, allowing them to burst out with terrible power, fearless of pain and death. If we could create an army like this..."
"I asked you to think about how to turn Su Baiyi into a normal person, not how to turn a normal person into Su Baiyi." Mo Wen shook his head helplessly, "You've put the wrong emphasis."
"You, City Lord, have missed the point. Some people in the world believe in martial arts, some believe in power, some believe in knowledge, but I believe in pharmacology. Only pharmacology can truly change the world." Yan Xiaotang said in a deep voice.
"Yan Xiaotang, I don't want to be emperor." Mo Wen said helplessly.
"I understand." Yan Xiaotang nodded after hesitating for a moment, "I won't mention this matter again."
"So can Su Baiyi be cured?" Mo Wen asked again.
"Medicine can only cure diseases, but Su Baiyi's condition is not a disease. For example, if a martial artist becomes possessed, he will definitely seek help from a master to stabilize his true energy, rather than going to a pharmacy to get a prescription. The martial arts that Su Baiyi practices allow him to gain enormous power after entering a dream, just like the subordinates of the visitors from Yingzhou that you, the city lord, mentioned back then. However, those guys who claim to be immortals do not have this abnormality. This means there are two possibilities. The first is that they are not practicing the immortal book at all." Yan Xiaotang said.
Mo Wen shook his head: "No. I am sure of this, they are practicing the Immortal Book."
"That's the second point. They have unknown methods that can prevent themselves from losing their minds." Yan Xiaotang said affirmatively.
Mo Wen frowned and said, "Aren't you just talking nonsense? I just want to find this unknown method."
"I have a method, but I'm not sure if it's their method. After all, this method is really special." Yan Xiaotang grinned, looking a little scary in this dark environment, "I was thinking, maybe Su Baiyi can find a way to deceive his own body."
"Cheating your own body?"
"He can trick his body into falling asleep, and then his body will enter the state he is in after falling asleep, that is, the crazy state after falling asleep, but in fact he is still awake and has a clear mind." Yan Xiaotang laughed loudly, "I heard that he was able to defeat the second master of Tianshu Hall in his crazy state, so what if he was conscious at the time? Can he beat Bai Jile?"
Mo Wen hesitated for a moment and said, "But this is not a treatment method."
"The person who tied the bell must untie it. I have already said it just now. Matters concerning martial arts must naturally be resolved by martial arts. Only those visitors from Yingzhou know the answer. And if we want to get the answer, we must first defeat them." Yan Xiaotang said with a smile.
Mo Wen looked at Yan Xiaotang's expression and asked, "It seems that you have found the answer."
"Three bowls of blood, I want three bowls of Su Baiyi's blood." Yan Xiaotang stretched out three fingers.
Mo Wen said in a deep voice: "Are you still thinking about what you are going to do? Yan Xiaotang, I must remind you that this is a very scary idea."
"I once made a dead man stand up." Yan Xiaotang said suddenly.
Mo Wen shook his head and said, "So even a heretical sect like the Tang Sect can't tolerate you."
"But I don't have any purpose. I just like to do something special." Yan Xiaotang pushed the wheelchair and turned around. "Otherwise, City Lord, you wouldn't have saved me back then."
Mo Wen turned around and pushed the door open to leave: "I have to ask Su Baiyi about this matter."
On the long street, Su Baiyi sneezed violently. He asked in confusion, "Who is scolding me?"
Nangong Xier smiled and said, "Maybe it was the city lord who just squandered his money."
"Wasn't it you, senior sister, who squandered it?" Su Baiyi was puzzled.
Nangong Xier shrugged: "You just kept yelling at me and scared me, so I couldn't help but draw my sword as soon as I woke up."
"Senior Sister, have you really never seen Master?"
"I thought he was dead a long time ago, how come I have seen him?"
"Then why is your shameless attitude exactly the same as Master's?"