Opposite the door of the medical center, in a side place, there is a stall that makes wontons. The soup is rich and fragrant, and salt is added to the wonton ingredients. The business is very good. In addition to a few tables and chairs, there are even many people there.

Bring a bowl and eat while squatting outside.

Guan Luoyang stood next to it and first took a look at the situation inside the medical center.

Sure enough, there were already some Qing soldiers searching Baoshengtang.

They didn't even assign a gatekeeper. They just rummaged around inside and then went out with whatever they liked. They didn't know where they ran.

The uniforms of these Eight Banners soldiers should have kept people away, or because of the tragedy in Baoshengtang, some people gathered to watch the excitement, but on this day, everyone had other things to watch and did not want to cause trouble. They just pretended not to see these things.

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Guan Luoyang silently calculated the positions of these people in his mind, and with a movement of his body, he crossed the street and rushed into Baosheng Hall.

The two soldiers who were prying the cabinet under the counter where the money was collected suddenly noticed that the sounds of other people fighting for things suddenly disappeared. One of them was alert. Just as he was about to raise his head, he saw two hands reaching out of the cabinet and patted it down.

Those who raised their heads, and those who didn't, had their neck bones broken and died on the spot.

Guan Luoyang rubbed his body and landed in front of the medicine cabinet.

Xanthium seed is poisonous, but it can dispel wind and remove dampness. According to the habits of Ma Baiwen and his son, it is a useful but rarely used medicinal material, so it is placed in the corner of the medicine cabinet where it is most convenient to find.

After opening the drawer and getting two ferry tickets, Guan Luoyang walked away.

When he went out, the street was still so noisy that no one even noticed that all the Qing soldiers in the house were dead.

At about this time, Demon Seymour walked out of the Ma family's house.

The steward of the General's Mansion had been standing guard here. When he saw him going out, he hurriedly greeted him.

"You don't need to come with me. Let someone look through the house while I go out for a walk myself."

Demon Seymour raised his hand to stop the butler and left with only his own bodyguard.

Walking on the street, Dimon Seymour squinted his eyes slightly, as if he didn't look at the surrounding scenery at all, but the tip of his nose twitched slightly.

The smell of sweat in the street, human hair and clothes, stone bricks on the ground, tiles and water around, the smell of being burned by the sun, the smell of food, and the smell of filth.

Many, many have been skipped.

Only the longest and most important breath in the Ma family's bedroom stretched into a clear smoke trail in Dimonsi Moore's sense of smell and circled into the distance.

He heard his clear heartbeat and got closer step by step.

'Finally... finally it's time to complete it. In the end, that thing cannot be borrowed from other people's hands.'
Chapter completed!