Misery: There is a pawn shop here

Chapter 68: Pharmacist and Pawnshop

The pawnshop door opened, and the ancient bronze lamp illuminated the road ahead. Looking at the tall attic in front of her that was filled with an ominous atmosphere, Mu Shaoai chuckled and stepped in without hesitation.

"Nice to meet you, Pharmacist Mu Shaoai." Inside the pawnshop lobby, Li Xuanxiao, dressed in a black robe, was already waiting. Mu Shaoai paused slightly as he looked at the figure half shrouded in shadow. With his eyesight, he couldn't even make out the other person's figure or features. No matter how hard he tried, the person before him was always shrouded in a faint mist.

"Are you the owner of a pawnshop?" Mu Shaoai walked over and sat down opposite Li Xuanxiao. "What's your name?"

"A name is just a code name," Li Xuanxiao said, his long sleeves billowing like clouds as a celadon teacup materialized in front of Mu Shaoai. Mu Shaoai's eyes fluttered. Doctors have the sharpest perceptions, but he couldn't tell how or when the tea appeared. The pawnshop owner was truly extraordinary.

"There is a pawnshop. You can just call me the shopkeeper."

"In that case, Pharmacist, I will respectfully obey your orders." Mu Shaoai said casually, then picked up the tea. The moment he opened the lid, the fragrance of the tea filled his nose, permeating his mind and pleasing his heart, but it also silently evoked the old memories of the tea drinker -

In the Yiliu Black Sect, at that time there was only the Yiliu Chieftain instead of the Divine Medicine Practitioner. On the day when he took the Chieftain's order, the smell of blood in the rainstorm and the strange overlapping flavor of the clear tea fragrance were the tea and techniques that had long been extinct in Yiliu, and it was also the most special tea Mu Shaoai had ever drunk in her life.

"Good tea. There is a pawnshop that is really mysterious. It can even reproduce the taste that only exists in my memory." Mu Shaoai said with a smile.

"Since we are entertaining guests, we naturally want to make them feel at home." Li Xuanxiao said, "Since you have come here, you must have something in mind. Why not speak frankly?"

"Shopkeeper, you are a straightforward person. As for pharmacist, I won't beat around the bush. Has Shengzong ever done any business with the pawnshop?" Mu Shaoai asked.

"Yes." Li Xuanxiao nodded.

"What was the deal?" Mu Shaoai asked.

Li Xuanxiao shook his head. "While the pawnshop doesn't mind disclosing the details of transactions, this doesn't apply to customers who have previously paid a price for confidentiality."

Mu Shaoai naturally understood what Li Xuanxiao meant, and couldn't help but sigh that Su Huanzhen's previous plan had failed, which made Sheng Zong even more cautious and more difficult to deal with.

"If I insist on this answer, will the pawnshop refuse this transaction?" Mu Shaoai asked again.

"Well, of course not," Li Xuanxiao shook his head. "The confidentiality agreement has a limit, and the pawnshop and Saint Trace have also agreed that as long as the price is high, the information is not untradeable. Of course, he will also receive compensation from the pawnshop. So, is the pharmacist planning to pay this price in exchange for the information?"

"Oh?" Mu Shaoai put down the teacup in her hand, stared at Li Xuanxiao and asked, "May I ask what the bargaining chip is?"

"The heart of a doctor, or something equivalent to it." Li Xuanxiao replied.

"Hey, the shopkeeper is actually interested in the old man's heart. He is indeed a businessman and has good vision. Although I, the pharmacist, am old, my heart is young." Mu Shaoai said with a smile, pretending to be surprised.

"Ha, pharmacist, you're joking." Li Xuanxiao remained calm and responded, "Although your heart is valuable, it's not enough to offset the price. What I'm talking about is your compassionate heart as a doctor."

The compassionate heart that saves the world, the Shura heart stained with blood, and the complex heart always have unique value.

Hearing Li Xuanxiao's words, Mu Shaoai smiled and feigned surprise, saying, "Oh, this pawnshop is truly magical. It's truly breathtaking." Mu Shaoai appeared relaxed, as if laughing and joking, but how could anything within the pawnshop escape Li Xuanxiao's control? The moment he mentioned the price, Li Xuanxiao keenly sensed a flash of murderous intent in Mu Shaoai. This was perfectly natural. Mu Shaoai was a healer, but the former head of the Yiliu sect, Ren Pingsheng, had been undercover, and even if he was going undercover, his hands would surely be filled with bloodshed.

If one loses the compassion of a doctor, no one can tell whether the person in front of him is the pharmacist Mu Shaoai or the head of Yiliu, Ren Pingsheng.

"This is just a small transaction at the pawnshop," Li Xuanxiao said slowly, "So what are the pharmacist's plans?"

Mu Shaoai shook her head and said, "Old man, I am afraid of Lao Lao's lust. I still have some warmth in my heart and I am reluctant to trade it away. I wonder if the shopkeeper has any other alternatives?"

"Friendship, how about it?" Li Xuanxiao offered a price.

"Tsk, the shopkeeper is worthy of being the shopkeeper. He is really quick, accurate and ruthless." Mu Shaoai couldn't stop shaking her head. "I am just a little bit of a pharmacist, and the shopkeeper still cares about me. It's really... Oh, forget it, let's talk about other business."

Li Xuanxiao glanced at the page casually and was not surprised. Mu Shaoai was Mu Shaoai after all. As a wise man, she always had considerable confidence in her strategies and abilities. The Holy Trace was indeed tricky, but in the pharmacist's opinion, it was not to an extreme point.

"Of course you can. Please come in." Li Xuanxiao raised his hand and said.

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"what."

The dark passage opened again. Mu Shaoai smacked his lips and walked out of the passage slowly. Looking back, the dark passage had disappeared, and there was an ebony pawn plaque covered with blood patterns in Mu Shaoai's hand.

"Jianzi is right. A pawnshop is indeed a very dangerous place. The existence of such a force in the martial arts world will add countless variables and troubles. It is truly like making a deal with the devil. Well, now that things have come to this, I will return to tell everyone the news and prepare for the follow-up, okay?"

As Mu Shaoai was about to leave, she looked towards the forest and saw a man dressed like a servant of a wealthy family quickly approaching. He bowed to Mu Shaoai and asked, "Is this the pharmacist in person?"

"You..." Mu Shaoai's gaze paused at the emblem on the man's clothes, and then asked, "Are you from Prince Zhonglie's Mansion?"

"Indeed, I have a letter delivered by order of King Chungnyeol." The man nodded, then pulled out a letter from his pocket and handed it over with both hands. He also said, "Furthermore, the prince also asked that after you have read the letter, you come to the palace to meet him soon."

Mu Shaoai looked at the familiar handwriting and emblem on the envelope, confirmed that the wax seal was intact, nodded, and asked, "King Chungnyeol, could you tell me what this is about?"

The man shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, I have no way of knowing. Now that the letter has been delivered, I'll take my leave for now."

"Thank you." Mu Shaoai watched the man leave, then skillfully opened the special envelope in her hand. After reading the contents of the letter, she took a breath.

"The Yiliu Black Cult has resurfaced, and it has happened at this very moment. It's such a headache."

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