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Chapter 172 The truth about the magic medicine
what happened?Wasn't his talisman drawn blindly?Is it possible that such a blind cat can really be allowed to hit a dead mouse?

Immediately, Ye Zhiyu didn't care whether he was exposed or not. He used both hands to separate the shoulders of the person in front of him and squeezed in.

When I got to the front of the crowd, I saw that the boy who was lying unconscious on the straw mat just now had his eyes open.

Although he shook his father's hand back and looked weak and weak, his eyes turned around and looked around, revealing an endearing intelligence.

When the man saw that the miraculous doctor had saved his son with just a stick of incense, he burst into tears and kowtowed at the miraculous doctor while shouting things like "The gods appeared" and "The miraculous doctor saved my life".

Seeing that the people around him were about to act as enthusiastically as before, Ye Zhiyu quickly squeezed out, and Rong Erzhong found a shady place a little further away, observing the miracle doctor and the crowd around him from a distance.

After going through the process of begging for medicine, begging, refusing, preaching, and applying medicine several times, Ye Zhiyu soon discovered the loopholes of the miracle doctor.

Although the miracle doctor was in the name of diagnosis and treatment, none of the patients who were sent to him passed by, looked at, heard or inquired about. On the contrary, regardless of Sanqi21, he used different methods to smear the sewage in the bottle on their bodies. .

Of course, not everyone will have miracles after being "diagnosed and treated" by a miracle doctor. One out of every three or four people will have no effect even if they apply the sewage.

Faced with the disappointment or more crazy requests of the patient's family, the miracle doctor would just shake his head and say that it was due to the patient or family's lack of faith, and that not even Daluo Jinxian could save him.

Such a sudden failure often causes those who follow to become more pious, with people kneeling down and praying one after another.

More and more people around him also joined the queue.

Just as his frown deepened, Rong'er came back with a bottle of turbid liquid in his hand, "Girl, I bought it."

Ye Zhiyu took the bottle and weighed it in his hands, then held the bottle with two fingers and shook it. Seeing that the turbid liquid was only made more turbid by the shock, there was nothing much wrong with it, so he put it aside for the time being. , and turned his attention back to the crowd.

Perhaps the potion he brought today was used up. The miracle doctor raised the empty bottle and bowed it apologetically to the waiting crowd around him.

Immediately afterwards, a middle-aged woman with a linen covering her face came forward holding a small dustpan. In the dustpan was a smaller bottle in the hand of the miracle doctor, and the bottle was also filled with an unknown turbid liquid.

Ye Zhiyu whispered to Rong'er quietly, "Did you buy it from her? How much money did you spend?"

Rong'er nodded, "It cost 20 taels! Fortunately it wasn't our own money."

There was no time to be surprised, Rong'er, a flower spirit, was just like him, acting like a little miser. Ye Zhiyu stared closely at the miracle doctor's movements.

I saw him carrying the woman one by one to the patients who were waiting for him, pointing to the vial in the dustpan as if to sell them.

Ye Zhiyu saw this and was a little puzzled, "Does this person want to make a name for himself, or does he want to rely on the reputation of this miracle medicine to establish his identity as a miracle doctor?"

Rong'er didn't understand the key and just stayed by Ye Zhiyu's side nervously.

Although everyone believed in the power of the miracle doctor, not everyone could afford 20 taels, which was equivalent to what an ordinary farmer would eat and drink for several years.

The miracle doctor did not push him hard, but comforted him that if he was sincere, his ancestor would bless him. Everyone burst into tears and called gods.

After doing this for several times, the crowd under the tree gradually dispersed, and the miracle doctor also left with the dustpan woman.

"Girl, should we follow?" Rong'er asked hurriedly when he saw the two figures were about to disappear.

Ye Zhiyu looked around, shook his head and said, "Don't worry, we are not the only ones who want to know the origin of this person. If we follow him rashly, we are afraid of disturbing the situation." Rong'er had no choice but to sit down and put his head close to Ye Zhiyu's. Come forward and look at the bottle together.

"Do you feel anything?" Ye Zhiyu shook the bottle to signal Rong'er.

Rong'er shook his head and thought about it carefully, "When I took the bottle from the woman's hand, I found that her movements were a little slow, and from the beginning to the end, she didn't listen except to bid the price and ask me if I wanted to buy holy water. She said something else."

"Has she actively peddled with others?" Ye Zhiyu suddenly became wary.

"That's true," Rong'er nodded, "but at that time, everyone around me was stretching their necks to see the doctor's miracles, and I was the only one who paid attention to her."

"That's okay..." Ye Zhiyu reluctantly relaxed and returned his eyes to the vial in his hand.

Gritting his teeth, Ye Zhiyu opened the vial.

Fanning his hands to blow air into his nose, Ye Zhiyu first smelled a complex smell of spices.

It is said to be a perfume, but it is too mixed and strong. It seems that the craftsman accidentally knocked all the raw materials together to form this strong and fragrant smell.

Frowning, she took it farther away. Unexpectedly, Rong'er couldn't stand the smell of the turbid water even more than she did, so she quickly backed away.

"Girl, what on earth is this? Why does it smell so bad!"

Smelly?
Ye Zhiyu was stunned for a moment, then he stuck his head out of the window and took a deep breath of the clean air outside the carriage. After his sense of smell returned to normal, he cautiously approached the vial again.

Fanning the air gently and slowly, Ye Zhiyu closed his eyes and carefully felt the smell that Rong'er mentioned.

Finally, under the layers of spices, Ye Zhiyu finally smelled the smell that was somewhat familiar to her.

That is the smell emitted by rotting corpses, also known as corpse odor.

Looking at the small bottle in his hand, Ye Zhiyu somewhat understood why the liquid was so turbid and why it had such a complex spice flavor.

The source of the medicine that the so-called heavenly master regarded as a universal elixir was an embalmed corpse in an ancient tomb.

Naturally, no one could confirm whether the corpse was the ancestor of unknown religion that he believed in.

After silently cursing a few times for his wickedness, Ye Zhiyu clasped his hands together, held the small bottle between his palms and bowed three times in thin air.

He told Rong'er his guess and saw that she was also full of disgust. He also wanted to get back all the corpse water sold today and confront the doctor.

Ye Zhiyu shook his head, "Don't worry. In my opinion, this medicine can't cure diseases and save people. Once used, it will harm people's moral integrity and shorten their life span. But after all, we have no evidence. Unless... "

"Unless what?" Rong'er was also a little anxious.

Unless we can find the original body or catch him!

Ye Zhiyu said, his eyes suddenly brightened.

(End of this chapter)