Thinking of this, his heart trembled and he suddenly shouted: "Come here! Come!"

A black-clothed security guard stepped in and dared not look at the person above, but bowed respectfully on one knee: "Master."

"Go! Go to the palace immediately and call Yixuan for me!" He tried his best to stabilize his mind, but the trembling voice still revealed his fear.

"Yes!" The man in black responded and left quickly.

"It must be them! But, when did they make the move? My confidants are all around me..." He murmured in a flustered voice, and suddenly he remembered something like this, his fists tightened, loudly. He shouted: "Come here! Come!"

Several people in black came in and listened to the trembling voice: "Count me the number! See if there will be fewer people! Quick! Right now!"

"Yes!"

Several people responded, retired quickly, and counted all of their people. When one person was missing, the person who counted was startled and clicked again. After confirmation, he quickly reported to him.

"Master, one of our people is missing."

"Sure enough... it is so..." He staggered back a few steps, his expression horrified and clear.

At this time, the shadow guard who had previously sent the palace came back to report: "Master, according to the people in the palace, the third prince did not return to the palace yesterday, and the people they sent out could not find him in the city. The city gate said Seeing the third prince out of the city, he didn't know where he was going."

Hearing this, Murong Bo collapsed to the ground, and his mind went blank. The old man seemed to be ten years old at this moment. He slumped on the ground, staring blankly at the front, unable to do so for a long time. speech……

The people in the hall looked at each other and quietly retreated.

Although Murong Bo wanted to block the news, the news that his cultivation base was gradually losing and his face was getting old was still spread. Moreover, the news of Murong Yixuan's departure was gradually known. After hearing the news, The undercurrent of Yunyue City, which was originally not peaceful, began to surge again.

In Feng's Mansion, the courtyard where Hell lives.

"Hey! Let me tell you, you don’t know how terrified I was when I saw that scene, and almost couldn’t help but scream out. You absolutely can’t imagine that someone who was fine the day before was gone. One day I went to see it, and I became an old man in his 50s or 60s."

The gray wolf said to Yingyi in the courtyard: "The most terrifying thing is that his cultivation base will not be abolished. If it disappears gradually, it will cause people to collapse. Even if his cultivation base is Wuzong, he has to practice hard. Ten years, it was destroyed like this at one time, tusk, and sure enough, the ghost doctor's medicine is extraordinary, so no one can offend the ghost doctor."

Yingyi's eyes flickered, and he had naturally seen the ghost doctor's methods, but he didn't expect that there are such weird drugs that make people grow old day by day?The strength cultivation base gradually disappeared?That really makes life worse than death, living in fear and extreme panic. Such a method makes him worse than killing him with a single knife.

"But the medicine for the bald head was given by me. I originally wanted to destroy him, but I thought of the ghost doctor, alas! I didn't take it anymore." He said with a pity, for that Murong Bo, if he was replaced by him Really will be solved in one fell swoop.

As soon as the voice fell, he suddenly looked towards the room and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter with the master these past two days? I can't come out in the room?"