After being bound to the learning system in my mother's womb, I became the empress

Chapter 379 A little girl similar to Lin Xi

Wu Hongxue asked: "Does Lin Xi have any instructions for you recently?"

If we could know Lin Xi's next instructions to Yin Lizhu, we might be able to determine what she was going to do.

Yin Lizhu: "Wang Guan plans to hold an autumn hunt in the mountains behind Li Palace, and Lin Xi will also go there. She asked me to dress up as an assassin to kill her.

"He also gave me a fake death pill and asked me to shout one sentence before I died - Hahahaha Wang Guan, how does it feel to raise a daughter for someone else?"

Wu Hongxue: "She wants to use your words to arouse Wang Guan's suspicion and let Wang Guan find out that she is the real princess."

Yin Lizhu: "I think so too. As for letting me fake my death, she mentioned it before, saying that she would let me go to a small country overseas and let me rule that small country.

"Oh, that kind of small overseas country has nothing to offer. The people are a bunch of uncivilized savages. Lin Xi actually asked me to go there. She just wanted me to suffer there and left me to be tortured slowly."

Wu Hongxue: "That's not necessarily true. If she really wanted to torture you, why would she use such roundabout methods?"

Yin Lizhu endured it again and again, but still said angrily: "Which side is the Imperial Master on? Why do you speak for Lin Xi everywhere? Is it possible that the Imperial Master has also been affected by Lin Xi's Soul-Calling Technique?"

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she knew it was bad.

However, before she could say anything to remedy the situation, her neck fell into the hands of the Imperial Master.

His handsome face was like one carved from ice and snow, as if it would never melt. He looked at her like a dead object, without any emotion in his eyes.

"Is it because I haven't done anything for a long time, so I allow you to be so presumptuous?"

Yin Lizhu hurriedly begged for mercy: "National Master... I was wrong, I... don't dare... anymore..."

Wu Hongxue shook her off, "Next time, I wouldn't mind working with someone else."

In fact, it doesn't matter who you work with. The reason why I approached Yin Lizhu was because I felt that she was clear-headed and ruthless enough.

But unexpectedly, after she became a biological child, her mind became unclear.

Always obsessing over unimportant things.

Wu Hongxue stood up and left.

The snow-white clothes brushed past Yin Lizhu's eyes.

Yin Lizhu lay on the ground, raised his arms, and stared at the patterns on the floor. He didn't look up for a long time, as if he wanted to stare through the floor.

That night.

Yin Lizhu disguised himself as an ordinary-looking man and stepped into the Jinyu Pavilion.

Opposite the Jinlin Pavilion is a drinking and sex club that combines a brothel and a casino.

The business inside is good, but unfortunately most of the customers who come here are people with all five poisons, and the entire Jinyu Pavilion is in a mess.

It was increasingly outshined by the splendid, luxurious and high-end Jinlin Pavilion opposite.

Entering inside, Yin Lizhu frowned, ignored the woman who came to solicit customers, and went straight through the obscene gamblers and prostitutes to the back.

Came to a courtyard.

There were two strong men standing at the entrance of the courtyard. The strong man's temples were bulging and his muscles were taut, which showed that his martial arts was not weak.

When he saw the man in Yin Lizhu's disguise, he immediately reached out to stop her: "The entry fee is 50 taels."

Yin Lizhu did not pay the money, but showed a token.

Seeing the token, the two of them looked more respectful and let her in.

A maid held a lantern and led the way, leading Yin Lizhu through a maze of rockeries and into a house that was closed on all sides.

The maid operated at a certain point, and the floor in the room cracked, revealing a downward staircase.

There are lamps lit on both sides of the stairs. The lamps are made from the oil in the brains of whales. A small jar can burn for several days.

When burning, it will emit a fishy smell that is not like musk, but has a very special smell.

Yin Lizhu followed the maid all the way down, and finally came to a huge underground world - the dark field.

This is the largest black market in the entire Peizhou, and even in the entire Dayong.

Businesses that are not allowed on the ground are possible here.

"Sir, I will send you here. Please do as you please."

The maid holding the lamp bowed to Yin Lizhu and then withdrew.

Yin Lizhu walked on the street, passing through the bloody and crazy Colosseum, the auction house where women and babies were openly auctioned, and the stalls where human skin masks were made...

The air here was turbid and the environment was dirty, which made her feel deeply uncomfortable.

But she had a reason to come here.

After walking for a long time, Yin Lizhu came to a shop.The door of the shop is very small, so small that it can only accommodate one person in and out. It is more like a narrow walkway.

The corridor was dark, with bright and vivid faces painted on both sides of the walls.

The walkway is too narrow, and the walls on both sides seem to be pressing in, and the faces close at hand look increasingly weird.

Finally, she walked out of the corridor, and a spacious courtyard appeared in front of her.

There are many flowers and plants planted in the yard.

But because this place is underground and does not see light all year round, the flowers and plants grow sickly.

"Old ghost, have you taken care of the people I sent last time?"

Yin Lizhu shouted towards the doorway behind the yard.

A short dwarf came out, wearing a cylindrical magnifying glass over his left eye. He was wearing very baggy clothes, like a child who had stolen an adult's clothes.

It's the old ghost.

His voice was hoarse and unpleasant to listen to, "You hand over money with one hand and hand over people with the other."

Yin Lizhu threw him a bag of gold, which contained 20 taels.

The old ghost took the bag and counted it on the spot.

After making sure the number was okay, he walked into the house and brought out a little girl.

The little girl lowered her head, her hair was like a chicken coop, and her clothes were in tatters.

Yin Lizhu frowned, "Raise your head and let me take a look."

The little girl raised her head, and the face she revealed was strikingly similar to Lin Xi.

The two of them, the emperor and the empress, also looked exactly alike.

Yin Lizhu's frown relaxed.

"good."

The old ghost grinned, "That's natural. Is there any need to talk about my old ghost's craftsmanship?"

What is the old ghost's craft?

Plastic surgery.

Nowadays, the pharmaceutical and glass industries are developing rapidly, and various effective drugs and glass products have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, such as penicillin, antibiotics, hemostatics, etc.

Another example is glasses, magnifying glasses, microscopes, etc.

With these, the old ghost who already had superb medical skills and was good at surgery became even more powerful.

In this black market, the plastic surgery business is flourishing.

As for why customers want plastic surgery, or why they want to perform plastic surgery on others, that is not his concern.

He only knew that if he successfully completed a business, he would be able to get at least 20 taels of gold.

Is there any business that is more profitable than this?
As for why he was so obsessed with making money, the old ghost couldn't remember.

He couldn't even remember how he got his medical skills.

After the guest led the little girl away, the old ghost returned to the house, closed the door tightly, and came to the closet.

There is a full-length mirror embedded in the cabinet door.

He looked at himself in the mirror.

The next second, a crunching sound like fried beans came from his body.

His bones continued to stretch and lengthen.

In the blink of an eye, he transformed from a short dwarf into a lanky man.

The baggy clothes on his body also became more fitting.

The man in the mirror looked to be in his early forties, and his face looked pale as if he had not seen the light all year round.

He stared at himself in the mirror for a long time, but still couldn't think of anything.

Although he knew medical skills himself, and his medical skills were very good, at least better than those doctors he had seen, he could not cure his amnesia.

If he hadn't been able to operate on himself, he would have wanted to cut open his brain to see where the problem was.

(End of this chapter)