Gorgeous and enchanting supreme ghost doctor (Heavenly Doctor Fengjiu)

In a house yard, the gray wolf hurriedly came to the backyard, saw the master sitting there drinking tea, and walked forward to salute.

"Master, according to subordinates' investigations, the ghost doctors in these six cities are probably fakes."

The Hell Lord glanced at him and said, "How do you say?"

"The time of appearance is wrong. The ghost doctor in these six cities appeared seven days ago, but others were still in our building at that time, so this ghost doctor is a fake."

"Since it's a fake, look for a chance to expose him." The Hell Lord said in a calm voice, paused, and then asked: "Is there no news of her on the black market?"

The Gray Wolf was taken aback, realizing that he was referring to the ghost doctor, and then said: "There is no news yet, but the attendant next to the ghost doctor followed the black market after hearing the news that there was a ghost doctor here. People came here together."

No news from her yet?Where is she hiding?

The Hell Lord thought in his heart, tapping his fingers on the stone table, pursing his lips, and twisting his eyebrows. After making Yingichi and Gray Wolf look at each other, they bowed their heads in unison.

The master left Yan Dian's affairs alone. He came over as soon as he heard the news of the ghost doctor. They cared so much. If the other party was a woman, they would be very happy, but unfortunately, the ghost doctor was a man!It's still a disfigured one, how can this make them happy?

The Gray Wolf thought for a while, looked up at the Hell Lord, and cautiously suggested: "Master, the night scenes of these six cities can be regarded as marvelous, why don't you go out for a tour?"

"Yeah." The Hell Lord replied and flicked his robe out.

When Yingyi and Gray Wolf saw this, they hurriedly followed behind.

As the night fell, the shops, inns and restaurants on both sides of the street lit up the lights, and the lights lit up the entire dark night, just like the stars under the night, dazzling and charming.

On the crowded street, three or five confidantes, couples of men and women, and children running and playing on the street, all with cheerful smiles, the screams of vendors, and the shopkeepers greet them. The sound of the confession is mixed with many sounds, forming a lively and prosperous scene.

And at an inconspicuous stall on the side of this lively street, Feng Jiu, dressed in a white robe, was eating a bowl of splashed noodles with red oil, so hot that a lot of sweat leaked from her forehead. A vermilion lip was burnt red because of the hot oil, and it was very touching. The men who were also eating splashed noodles and the two women at the other table could not help but look at it.

"Boss, let's have another bowl!" She shouted, ate the noodles, pushed the remaining spicy soup aside, poured a glass of water and poured it down.

I just wanted to taste a bowl of this famous local oil-splashing noodles, but when I went down, I was greeted by the spicy oil and called another bowl.

"Lai Le! The hot oily noodles, the son is careful to burn them." The middle-aged man shouted, and brought up a bowl again.

Feng Jiu moved his chopsticks and started eating again. The people next to him saw that he was not afraid of eating spicy bowl after bowl, and couldn't help swallowing, and then shouted, "Boss, I have another bowl too!"

"I'll have another bowl too!"

Upon seeing this, the boss smiled so much that he couldn't see his eyes, and he was busy serving it to everyone. Finally, he gave Feng Jiu a plate of side dishes: "This is a side dish that we made by ourselves. Give it to the son to taste."

"Okay, thank you..."

She smiled and looked up and thanked, but before she finished speaking, she caught a glimpse of the familiar figure from the corner of her eye, and she was so frightened that she was half lying on the table with her hand blocked.