When Zhao Rang saw Wang Yuanshan, Wang Yunshan, and Wang Qingshan standing behind Yuan Mingkong in a well-behaved manner, he knew that he had taken care of the matter.

The two of them acted separately tonight and both gained a lot.

Zhao Rang accidentally found the secret that Wang San Tai had buried in the city, but Yuan Mingkong did not know what method he used to convince him of his three names.

However, the appearance and body of these three people were more or less in a state of embarrassment, and it seemed that they had suffered more or less at the hands of Yuan Mingkong.

"Everyone is here now!"

Zhao Rang said with a slap in the face.

The old scholar glanced sideways at the three brothers and asked:

"How is Master Wangsan doing now?"

As the eldest brother, Wang Yuanshan replied:

"Still in a coma...but we have found the best doctor in the royal city and have temporarily controlled the onset of toxicity."

The old scholar looked happy and asked:

"Maybe it can be cured?"

Wang Yuanshan shook his head and said:

"The doctor said that given his ability, he can only postpone it. So we still have to find the right antidote as soon as possible, otherwise when the toxicity invades the heart, there will be no cure!"

The key to detoxification is to know what kind of poison you have been poisoned with.

Unless you are a true god, no one can completely cure you.

The poison around Yanyu is of course not ordinary. It should be a highly complex mixture of many kinds of poisons.

There are extremely precise standards for the proportion of each poison. All these details must be understood clearly before the right medicine can be prescribed.

Zhao Rang was angry when he saw the three brothers here, but found that everyone was still at a loss to deal with the current situation of Mr. Wang Third...

What's the use of having more people? It's not as big as one head or two!

The old scholar took out the notice from his pocket and asked the three brothers:

"What do you mean by this notice?"

The boss Wang Yuanshan scratched his head and said:

"This is the method Lao San came up with. I think it's feasible, so..."

The third child, Wang Qingshan, quickly explained: "

"What I wanted was for my adoptive father to rest peacefully on the third floor of Xiangtengju. But in this case, the third floor would have to be enclosed, so I made an excuse, saying that it needed to be reorganized."

"Then you go to Lipa, what are you going to do?"

The old scholar stared at Wang Qingshan and asked.

Wang Qingshan felt very uncomfortable being stared at by this gaze, so he dodged and said:

"No...what should I do? Don't we have to wait until the adoptive father is completely recovered?"

The old scholar snorted coldly and said:

"If you don't want to say it, let me tell it for you! If these Liba go in, you have no intention of letting them come out again, right? By then, there will be dozens more innocent souls underground in Xiangtengju, right?"

Wang Qingshan didn't dare to say anything, so he shrank back and touched his elder brother Wang Yuanshan with his elbow, signaling him to say something to save him.

Wang Yuanshan had no choice but to lower his posture and said with a smile:

"Uncle, the third child is also thinking about his adoptive father! The incident happened suddenly... everyone was unprepared, and they were confused for a while, without thinking carefully!"

Zhao Rang said:

"Then have you ever thought about how to prepare yourself if the poisoner sneaks into the working camp?"

Now even the boss Wang Yuanshan could not defend himself.

At that time, his mind was empty and he had no idea at all. Apart from scattering all Xiang Tengju's men and searching the city for the whereabouts of Zhao Rang and the others, he could think of nothing else.

So when he heard that the third child said this method, he immediately agreed. He felt that this would allow his adoptive father to rest and buy time for them to find someone and interpret it, and it could also hide the clues from others.

After Zhao Rang heard this, he hated iron and said:

"Mr. Wang San has morning tea in the hall on the first floor every day. This is something that the entire royal city knows. He suddenly disappeared for several months. Unless the entire Xiangteng Residence is closed, there is no way to cover it up!"

Wang Yuanshan suddenly realized and glared at Lao San fiercely.

"So what do we do?"

Zhao Rang stretched out his hand and made a six:

"Six words, eat when you should, drink when you should!"

Wang Yuanshan thought for a while and said:

"I understand! Does that mean it's business as usual?"

Zhao Rang nodded.

"Then if my adoptive father's old friend asks, how should I answer?"

Yuan Mingkong slapped Wang Yuanshan heavily on the shoulder and said:

"Mr. Wang San has so many friends across Dawei and the Western Regions, why can't he go out for a walk?"

"I understand, I understand! If anyone asks, this is what we will say!"

No one noticed that when Wang Yuanshan decided to act according to Zhao Rang and Yuan Mingkong's method, the expression of the third child Wang Qingshan changed slightly, with a little unwillingness and hatred.

"As for other things, we will do it. You three brothers, just run Xiangtengju well!"

After thoroughly talking through the three brothers, the old scholar also resigned and left.

With his apparent status as a Liba, it is not convenient for him to stay in such an inn for too long.

For one day's rent payment, he had to work hard for more than half a month.

When the situation is not clear yet, his extremely important hidden weapon can still play a big role.

"It's bad, I forgot to tell the three brothers how to deal with the notice!"

Yuan Mingkong slapped his forehead and said.

The old scholar smiled and said:

"Don't worry, little brother, I'll tell them about the notice. This is just an opportunity, right?"

Zhao Rang and Yuan Mingkong both smiled heartily and said:

"Then please leave it to the old man!"

The old scholar waved his hand and prepared to go out.

Walking to the door, he suddenly turned around and bowed deeply to Zhao Rang and Yuan Mingkong:

"I won't thank you enough for your kindness. Take care of yourself, two little brothers! If you can't do anything about it, you can just walk away. I will definitely not blame you, old man!"

Zhao Rang wanted to say something more, but when he saw Yuan Mingkong give him a concealed gesture, he just nodded.

After the old scholar went downstairs and left, Zhao Rang looked at Yuan Mingkong for a long time and asked:

"How did you make those three people obey?"

Yuan Mingkong smiled slyly and made a move:

"The secret must not be revealed!"

"But it seems that your gains here are much more than mine!"

Those three brothers were just adopted sons by Mr. Wang San after he was over fifty years old and felt lonely. Although he had been helping Mr. Wang over the years, he didn't know much about his adoptive father's past.

In contrast, the help these three brothers can provide is extremely limited. At most, they can stabilize the situation openly and let many forces in the royal city know that Xiang Tengju is fine and Mr. Wang San is fine, so as to provide peace of mind to themselves and others.

Just try your best to gain time.

"Well, the old scholar said a lot, it makes my head hurt!"

Zhao Rang dislikes using his brain the most...

When he was at home, he beat away three teachers in a row. From then on, no matter how many gifts his father gave him, no one was willing to teach him.

I hear too much these days.

If it weren't for the many interesting stories mixed in, Zhao Rang would have lost his patience!

"Who would have thought that Mr. Wang San was a monk before!"

Zhao Rang laughed as he spoke.

This trip out of Yangguan, I first escorted a Taoist priest, and then met a monk who had returned to secular life. It was indeed a worthwhile trip!

"Are you prejudiced against monks?"

Yuan Mingkong asked.

Zhao Rang shook his head and said:
To be continued...