Hundred Herbs Hall

Zhao Ling felt that her self-confidence was about to collapse due to the mental blows she received from this monstrous leader. How shameful she looked. Also, who, in this forsaken place, is this old man in Hundred Herbs Hall? Could it be that he was a plastic surgeon, a mad one for that matter. Maybe he was thinking of changing her face.

Hundred Herbs Hall was not far from Bichi, and Zhao Ling could do nothing but followed Wuhen all the way. On the way, she met the so-called "thousand-handed poisonous girl" Wuxia.

Wuxia saw Wu Hen, and greeted him with a smile on his face.

"Third brother, what is the teacher's order?" She glanced at Zhao Ling who was following closely behind him, her eyes full of hostility.

Wuhen's usual gloomy expression. "The leader ordered to send her to the Hundred Herbs Hall."

When she heard that he was going to Baitang, her eyes lit up. "It just so happens that I haven't been to see Master for a long time. I'll go with you, third brother."

It turned out that the old man was a flawless master. Wuxia was known as the "Thousand-handed Poison Girl", this Duan old man must be a master of poison.

Baitang was located in a valley on the island, surrounded by green trees, lush flowers and plants, and the entrance was relatively secret, which was difficult for ordinary people to find.

Zhao Ling followed Wuhen and Wuxia through a dense forest, and saw a row of wooden houses built by the river. At the entrance of a large wooden house, there was a simple plaque with the words "Hundred Herbs Hall" written on it. The sound of water around, the whirling of leaves, and the chirping of birds, made it a very peaceful scene.

Behind the wooden house was an open space, where all kinds of flowers and plants that Zhao Ling could not name were planted everywhere. A white-haired old man in a dark coarse cloth shirt turned his back to them, bending over to weed the ground.

"Worthy to see Master!" Wuxia's rare pretty face was awe-inspiring, bowing her head in a respectful salute.

"Wuhen has seen Hall Master Duan." Wuhen also had the same respect.

It seemed that this Duan old man's status in the Promise Teaching was quite high. Zhao Ling thought to herself.

The white-haired old man didn't stop his movements and still turned his back to them. Seeing Wuhen and Wuxia tense, Zhao Ling held her breath and seemed to be a little nervously on guard.

Could it be that this old man was not easy to deal with?

Just when Zhao Ling was suspicious, the old man suddenly turned around, waved his hand, and a bunch of black things flew towards the direction where Wuhen was standing with lightning speed.

Wuhen Wuxia and Wuxian were already prepared, and flashed to the side with at the same time, so all the black things fell on Zhao Ling who was standing behind them.

Zhao Ling looked down and instantly felt that her whole person was not well.

A bunch of black earthworms of different sizes were crawling around her and crawling on her chest, squirming non-stop.

Zhao Ling closed her eyes, trying her best to control her emotions that were about to explode. She was not afraid of the earthworms. As a forensic doctor, she was not even afraid of maggots on the corpses, let alone these wiggly earthworms.

She just couldn't stand this group of people from Wujia anymore. No one here was normal.

Her expression didn't change, she flicked the worms that were crawling around on her clothes one by one, took a deep breath, and said coldly, "Have you had enough yet?"

If a tiger didn't show its power, would the really treat it as a sick cat?

Wuhen and Wuxia were quite surprised to see Zhao Ling calm as usual. Especially Wuxia, as Old Man Duan's apprentice, she was often teased by her master, and she was frightened and shouted many times, and often turned pale. But it was incredible that this young lady, who had been pampered since she was a child, was so calm to those disgusting earthworms. Back then, she was disgusted by those earthworms and couldn't eat for two days.

Duan old man was slightly fat, and his beard and hair are gray. His eyes lit up with excitement, and he was looking forward to the scene where Zhao Ling was scared and screamed. But he was disappointed, the girl didn't change her face, she didn't even frown.

His old face couldn't hold back for a while, and he said with a sullen face, "Who is this girl? She's no fun at all."

Wuhen glanced at him in embarrassment and said, "The sect master ordered that Hall Master Duan take care of this girl and let her see people within half a month."

Wuhen swore that he was just a loud cryer, conveying the original words of the leader word for word.

When the old man heard this, he blew his beard and stared angrily, "What is this kid trying to do? No, no, I don't agree with the old man, and besides, this girl is not likable at all, I don't want to face her every day. Get out of here."

Before he finished speaking, the old man Duan disappeared into the wooden house in a flash, and Wuhen had no time to call outside the door, but he didn't come out.

The two looked at each other helplessly. Wuhen took a deep breath and said, "The leader's order has been brought. As for how to deal with it, it is up to Hall Master Duan. Wuhen will retire."

This immortal, you love to do that was your business, forgive me for not accompany. Wuhen didn't want to accompany Duan Lao Mao crazy here, so he turned around and left.

Wuxia softly called out "Master" a few times from outside the door. Seeing that the old man Duan didn't respond, she also left angrily. Before leaving, she glared at Zhao Ling who looked puzzled.

This Wuxia seems to have a lot of hostility towards her, but she didn't seem to have offended her. None that she could remember. Or was it because she was the one that exposed her identity after pretending to be listening to the rain last time in Huayue Palace? So, she resented her for that?

But what's the problem with the people here?

As a hate locker, she was first disliked by the demon leader, and then by this old man. Are you really so unwelcoming? She raised her head in silence.

With a grunt, Zhao Ling touched her stomach to ease its protest. She hadn't eaten well since she got on the boat, and now, she felt that filling her stomach was the most important thing in the world.