Mesmerizing Ghost Doctor

Just as several of them ran out, Feng Jiu's palm moved and several silver needles shot out with a whoosh.

"Aah!"

They howled in pain at the same time. Their legs were numb and they couldn't help but tumble. In their fright, they reached down to their legs and felt a stuck out silver needle. With tremulous hearts, they looked back, ashen-faced

They saw the woman in the red dress move a chair over and sit down with her chin propped on one hand, looking at several of them leisurely.

"Run! Aren't you going to run?" She played with a silver needle between her fingers. The cold glint of the silver needle shook their hearts. Now, they had no more thought of running away.

"No, we won't run, we won't run. We'll pay, definitely pay." Several people said in a hurry. Of course, their lives were more important than money. This woman in red could make them unable to run in just one move. If they tried running away again and provoked her anger, who knew if she would give them a fatal blow this time?

"Mistress, the bill is calculated." The shopkeeper came over and stood respectfully beside Feng Jiu.

When several people outside heard the shopkeeper call the woman in red Mistress, the colour drained from their faces. How could someone that a Nascent Soul called Mistress could possibly be an ordinary person? By provoking her, they really disliked having a long life.

Feng Jiu stood up and walked out, saying, "Settle the bill with them and tell the guests upstairs and downstairs that all their consumption here today are paid by these people so that they can eat and drink as much as they like."

"Yes." The shopkeeper replied. Seeing his Mistress leaving and walking to Fragrant Pavilion, he settled the bills with the men in front of him…

On the second floor of Fragrant Pavilion, Duan Ye was sitting by the window drinking tea. At this moment, he felt several eyes were secretly looking at him. He could not help frowning and looking at them.

It was two women. When they realized that he looked at them, they lowered their heads hurriedly. So, he withdrew his gaze and ignored them.

"Does he look like Martial Uncle Duan to you?" A woman not far away whispered to another woman at the same table.

"Looks like, but, Martial Uncle Duan should be in the sect, how can he appear here? Could it be that we were wrong?" The woman in the sky blue dress also whispered.

"I didn't see clearly either. I only saw him once from a distance." The beautiful woman frowned. "Why don't we go and ask?"

"Ask? That's not good, right?" The woman in a sky blue dress hesitated.

"It doesn't hurt to ask." The woman stood up and walked to the table where Duan Ye was sitting. After a glimpse at the man drinking tea, the closer she got, the more she felt that the baby-faced man looked familiar.

Everyone in the sect had secretly spread the news that Martial Uncle Duan had a babyface. All people in the sect knew about it, but they were also aware that Martial Uncle Duan didn't like others talking about his babyface.

In front of them was this man with a baby face. Although his whole body exuded a cold and detached aura. But, after a glimpse, he truly looked like their Martial Uncle Duan!

She took a deep breath and summoned up her courage to ask. "Excuse me, are you Martial Uncle Duan?"

Duan Ye's face turned unsightly when he was stared at by others. From the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of the two women coming his way. When he was about to reprimand them, he heard her question.