When I got off the plane, Brother Huanxi still didn't understand a problem:

How did Xiaopang avoid the security equipment at the airport?

Isn't this too awesome, right?

OK, okay, I'm not here to discuss how awesome Xiaopang is. ~ Chinese ~ novel...

I am here to be Sherlock Holmes.

Well, it's good to make an occasional guest appearance in this profession.

I called a taxi and went directly to Qiang Yifei's address.

It was located in the old city area, with bungalows and some places have begun to be demolished one after another.

Judging from the furniture left behind by some demolition sites that are no longer needed, the lives of those who live here are not particularly optimistic.

Qiang Yifei's home lives at the end of an alley.

The doors of every household were closed, making the whole alley look a little gloomy.

After finding Qiang Yifei's home, I saw a few words that had become very vague on the door. I tried hard to identify them and could barely tell that they were the words "Qianjia Traditional Chinese Medicine".

Well, it seems that some of Qiang Yifei's ancestors were in the traditional Chinese medicine profession.

Looked to the side.

Well, I'm going to be a "thief" this time.

What a joke, even thieves are reluctant to visit such places now.

No one, Brother Huanxi quickly climbed up to the not-high wall.

Leap into the yard.

The small yard has long become dilapidated, and the grape shelves originally planted there have collapsed.

Xiaopang came out of Brother Huanxi's pocket.

I almost suffocated this little dragon to death after so much time.

The nose was sniffing everywhere, like a puppy.

Suddenly, Xiaopang's little head pointed forward.

Discovered.

There are three houses next to the yard, and Xiaopang refers to the house in the middle.

There is a lock hanging on the door.

This cannot be destroyed.

But this is not a problem for Brother Huanxi.

He found a wire in the yard, came to the window, inserted the wire through the gap in the window, and hooked the pins in the window.

With a slight pull, the old-fashioned latch was pulled apart.

Old-fashioned windows and old-fashioned latches are everywhere in Xiantao Village, and even children know how to open the windows.

I turned over and entered the room. Compared to it, it was the living room in Zhan Yajing's photo.

Then, I saw the pot of pink flowers placed in the corner of the wall at a glance.

The little fat man was greatly inspired and immediately came to the pink lace to study it carefully.

This task was handed over to Xiaopang, and Brother Huanxi looked at the room carefully.

There is a photo hanging on the wall, and the person in the photo has a very similar eyebrows to Qiang Yifei.

Judging from the aging degree of the photos and the outfit on the photos, it should be Qiang Yifei's grandfather.

There are also some medical treatment items on the table in the room, but it has been very long since the years have passed.

Brother Huanxi picked up a paper bag and opened it. There were some black medicinal herbs inside. After smelling it, it was some kind of Chinese medicinal herbs.

Such paper bags can be seen everywhere in this room.

There is no unpleasant smell in the house for a long time, and it seems that people often come here.

"Confirmed."

At this time, Xiaopang flew to Brother Huanxi, took out his cell phone from his pocket, and pressed it on it:

"This pink flower is a mutated variety of black flower, but its toxicity is greatly reduced. The most deadly one is not the petals, but the rhizomes. If people take it, it will cause severe organ failure."

It's exactly the same as when I was in the basement of Xiantao Village before.

Brother Huanxi also came to the front of the pink flower.

The flowers are still so charming, but there are obvious scratches on the rhizomes. Someone must have scratched the toxic substances on the rhizomes.

Who else would do this except one person?

Apart from one person, who else would know that this pot of plants that look so beautiful actually contains terrible toxicity?

Brother Huanxi sneered again.

He moved the pot of plants and looked carefully for a while.

Suddenly, Xiaopang touched him and then pointed his head to the ground.

Xiaopang seems to have discovered something?

Brother Huanxi put down the pink flower, squatted down and observed carefully.

The body, which has been continuously transformed by the Dragon King's spiritual power and Xiaopang, has long exceeded the normal range of human beings, and its eyes are so sharp that it is unparalleled in the world.

Brother Huanxi soon discovered something strange about a piece of wooden board on the ground.

I found a piece of iron and inserted it into the gap in the wooden board. With force, the entire wooden board was pried out.

An iron box appeared under the wooden board.

Brother Huanxi took it out and opened the iron box. It contained a note and a small gold bar.

The years of notes are as old as this room. Brother Huanxi had to be careful when he opened it, for fear of destroying this note.

"Qianjia Prescription".

There are a few words written in a brush on the first page.

After turning a page, it was the owner of the notes who explained why he had to record the process of this prescription.

The owner of the notes is Qiang Zhesong, who has been the descendant of traditional Chinese medicine for generations. During the process of practicing medicine, he had the idea of ​​recording some of his ancestral prescriptions.

As you turn page by page, you will find a hand-drawn picture of various prescriptions.

I can see that this person named Qiang Zhesong was very attentive when recording.

Halfway through reading, it is no longer a prescription, but a method of preparation and transplantation of some drugs.

Some of the more special and rare medicinal materials were also drawn with great care.

Then, Brother Huanxi finally saw the information he had been looking for from the beginning:

Pink Flower!

I admire the extremely realistic drawing, and the one that appears vividly is the pot that Brother Huanxi and Xiaopang just discovered.

At the same time, there are also text records on the side:

"The erotic flowers are very poisonous, and they must not be taken orally, especially when they cannot touch the rhizomes."

It turns out that the name Jung Zhesong gave this pink flower "Yan Poison Flower".

But it's very appropriate to think about it.

This kind of words look very gorgeous, but in fact they are full of poison.

Qiang Zhesong also recorded in detail the origin of this erotic flower.

That was Qiang Zhesong's great-grandfather. Once when he went to a remote mountainous area to look for rare medicinal materials, he discovered this kind of flower in the deep mountains by chance.

There were three plants in total at that time. Qiang Zhesong's great-grandfather fell in love with this kind of words at a glance. He carefully dug out all the three flowers and took them back.

Later, because he did not know how to plant, two plants died during the planting process.

Later, when Qiang Zhesong's great-grandfather discovered that the venomous flowers could not be directly exposed to the sun for a long time, but should be planted in dark places.

As long as the sun is avoided, the survivability of the toxic flowers is amazing.

Even if it is not watered for half a year, it will still become more and more beautiful.

OMG.

Seeing this, Brother Huanxi couldn't help but get shocked.

If we count from Qiang Zhesong's great-grandfather's generation, how many years have this pot of venomous flowers been alive?

There is no one else in this vitality.
Chapter completed!