783 Eighteen Golden Cores

He put away the pill formula and closed his eyes slightly, as if he was searching for something.

The next day.

The Medicine Storehouse opened on time. Many alchemists came to the Medicine Storehouse to collect the herbs, and Qin Yu was no exception.

As soon as he arrived at the Medicine Storehouse, Qin Yu met Hou Xin.

Hou Xin greeted him warmly, "Mr. Qin, are you also here to collect the herbs?" 

Qin Yu smiled and said, "Yes, how was it? Did anything happen last night?" 

Hou Xin scratched his head and said, "I don't have the formula for the concentric pill in my hands. What could have happened?" 

"Yes." Qin Yu nodded slightly.

At this time, Hou Xin suddenly asked, "Mr. Qin, I heard that you killed Wen Sheng last night? How was it? Did you get the formula for the concentric pill?" 

This voice wasn't loud, but it could reach everyone's ears.