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Chapter 173 Stealing the Magic Medicine
It was night, and two heads slowly poked out from the courtyard wall. They were Rong'er and Ye Zhiyu.

The residence of this miracle doctor was indeed much easier to find than the two of them expected. It was just a straw-roofed room surrounded by a low earthen wall. The door bolts were not inserted, leaving a light-transmitting gap.

In this way, he looks like a dull doctor who is dedicated to doing good.

If Ye Zhiyu hadn't noticed something wrong with the potion after being reminded by Rong'er, he might have been deceived by this illusion, so he just pushed the door open and walked in.

There were haystacks under their feet, and they peeked at the scene in the courtyard with their four eyes.

I saw that the miraculous doctor had lost all his elegant and gentle appearance during the day. At this time, he was making a fire in the courtyard with his upper body bare.

The woman who had sold potions to Rong'er during the day was lying quietly on the pile of firewood like a robot whose power had been cut off.

When the miracle doctor was carrying firewood back and forth, he would sometimes kick her away if he thought she was in the way. The force was so strong that she made a banging sound, but the woman remained motionless and unresponsive.

Ye Zhiyu and Rong'er looked at each other and saw a bit of panic in her eyes, knowing that she had not noticed at all that the woman was actually a puppet.

His heart sank a little. Although Ye Zhiyu was not good at puppet-killing skills, the other party's puppet could make Rong'er flawless, which showed that the creator's ability should not be underestimated.

If it's just the skill of Yan Ou, it's fine, but what if the other party has other special skills?

Ye Zhiyu bit his lower lip, feeling that he had been too ill-considered to agree to Feng Wuming's request.

However, most things in the world are inseparable from one person. Now the truth about this miracle doctor is about to be revealed in front of her eyes. If Ye Zhiyu wants to go back home now, she will not agree to it no matter how much she cherishes her life.

Seeing the water in the pot boiling, the miracle doctor turned back into the house, but came out after a while holding a dark jar.

Even though he was holding her, the expression on the miracle doctor's face was very disgusting.

If it weren't for the fear of not being able to see the road and being carried into the scalding boiling water, looking at his posture, I would have wanted to twist his whole head behind him.

After opening the seal on the jar, the miracle doctor retched first, then poured all the contents into the pot. Then he picked up the lid of the pot with his left hand, picked up the stone with his right hand, and covered the pot tightly.
After doing this, the miracle doctor picked up a bucket of water from the well, washed and rinsed his mouth. After struggling for a long time, he returned to the room to rest.

In the courtyard, the only sounds left were the bubbling sound of the pot, and the crackling sound of the stones on the pot lid being constantly lifted up and dropped.

Ye Zhiyu took Rong'er and jumped off the haystack. Seeing that her face was slightly pale, he quickly asked: "What's wrong with you? But what's in the pot has an impact on you?"

Rong'er couldn't explain why, he just felt that the things inside were very evil, and his spirit body felt uncomfortable even if he got even slightly closer.

Ye Zhiyu bit her lower lip. She originally thought that with Rong'er's skills, she could steal the entire pot without anyone noticing, so that even if the miracle doctor wanted to harm people, he would be helpless.

As for what is in the pot, she can naturally take it back and study it slowly.

But now this road was blocked, and Ye Zhiyu couldn't just watch the opportunity slip away.

After frowning and thinking for a while, he saw weed stalks among the haystacks and sighed. Now he can only treat a dead horse as a living horse.With a few twists and turns of his fingers, he knitted a palm-sized straw man out. Ye Zhiyu looked at its thin arms and legs, and then looked at the round vial hanging around its neck, and suddenly felt that the task was arduous.

But after everything was done, he still had to give it a try. Ye Zhiyu controlled the straw man and staggered towards the courtyard.

There were no setbacks along the way, even the half-man-high stove, under the control of Ye Zhiyu, climbed up without any danger.

Just when Ye Zhiyu was overjoyed and was almost done, the miracle doctor actually came out of the room!
Ye Zhiyu's silver teeth are going to be broken into pieces, but now he can barely control the straw man with his spiritual power. If he actually fights with the opponent and drags a rong'er who is not in good condition, Ye Zhiyu feels that the chance of winning is really slim. .

He quickly maneuvered the straw man to hide behind the jar. It was getting late, and he was in a blind corner of his vision. At such a close distance, the miracle doctor actually didn't notice that there was a sneaky straw man on the stove out of thin air.

Tie his nose tightly with the cloth in his hand, the miracle doctor frowned and opened the lid of the pot. Before he could check the situation, he saw a flash of yellow and green in front of his eyes.

Taking a closer look, he saw that he was a crudely made straw man with a bottle tied around his neck. With a click, his upper body was immersed in the pot of medicinal soup, and even the small bottle around his neck was filled with medicinal soup.

Who could have known that someone was causing trouble? The miracle doctor gave a loud shout and picked up the lid of the pot to hold down the straw man.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the straw man hurriedly ran away, but the sudden increase in weight on his neck made him lose his balance for a moment, and he rolled down from the stove after running a few steps.

However, this roll just happened to avoid the miracle doctor's blow. When the miracle doctor walked around the stove and tried to pursue him, the straw man was nowhere to be seen.

With a frown on his face, the miracle doctor stood still, with his eyes closed and his hands clasped in front of his chest. He lowered his head and recited a few words silently. The peasant woman next to the firewood pile received the order and stood up.

Seeing that the two men were so angry that they were about to push open the door and come out to pursue him. Ye Zhiyu didn't care about the effectiveness of the medicinal soup. He stuffed the straw man into his waist bag and ran away.

When he noticed that Rong'er was unwell, Ye Zhiyu asked her to go back to the carriage to rest. So now, as long as Ye Zhiyu successfully escapes, the miracle doctor can do nothing even if he knows that someone has been there.

But after Ronger left, she was the only one pursued by the miracle doctor and the village woman. When two chased one, it was usually Ye Zhiyu who came to a corner and wanted to take a breath, and then he would see the other person on the road. A figure chasing after him from afar.

Feeling like he was coughing up blood from his lungs, and unable to get rid of the figure behind him, Ye Zhiyu found that his steps were getting heavier and heavier. It would only be a matter of time before he was caught at this rate.

Gritting his teeth, he ducked into the wall at the corner. Listening to the constant voices coming and going from the other side of the wall, Ye Zhiyu felt that his thumping heartbeat was almost giving him away.

Knowing that he would be discovered sooner or later if he kept going like this, Ye Zhiyu moved his steps slightly and was about to slowly go around from the other end. Before taking a few steps back, he bumped into a body behind him!
She was so frightened that she almost screamed, but the man reached out and covered her mouth first, then led her back quietly step by step.

Ye Zhiyu smelled the faint sweet fragrance of honey on the man's hand, and finally felt relieved.

When the footsteps of the two people could no longer be heard, Ye Zhiyu finally breathed a sigh of relief and had time to question the person.

"Master Fu, if you don't recuperate at home, why are you going out of the city so late?"

(End of this chapter)