The five-and-a-half-year-old baby doctor comes to the city to cure those who refuse to listen.

The old man stared at the withered black insect corpse between Chu Chen's fingers, feeling as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

His mind went blank with a "buzz".

That Soul-Devouring Gu was a treasure he had nurtured for ten years with his own life essence; it was his trump card, his last resort.

That's it...gone?

It was even held in the hand of this five-year-old brat, treated like a snack?

"Grandpa, do you still want what you dropped?"

Chu Chen shook his finger, and the insect corpse wobbled precariously between his fingers.

"I'll throw it away if you don't want it. This thing is too ugly and it affects my appetite."

"You...you devil!"

The old man finally snapped out of his shock, his eyes instantly turning bloodshot.

He suddenly pulled out several dark bullets from his pocket and smashed them hard on the ground.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Several muffled thuds were followed by the explosion of thick black smoke, which, carrying a pungent, fishy stench, swept in all directions and instantly enveloped the entire courtyard.

"Hehehe...Die, all of you!"

The old man let out a strange laugh like an owl, his figure moving like a ghost through the thick smoke, his five fingers forming claws as he went straight for Chu Chen, who was sitting in the grand master's chair.

However, the panicked scream he had expected did not occur.

Unexpectedly, a deafening roar resounded in the courtyard.

"Whoosh—Buzz—"

Zhou Tian dragged out a high-powered industrial vacuum cleaner from somewhere and pressed the switch.

"Who the hell littered! The master said, Qianlongju is our home, and everyone's responsibility is to keep it clean! A fine of two hundred!"

He grabbed the thick vacuum cleaner hose and started sucking up the billowing black smoke.

The toxic fumes that looked deadly were like mice seeing a cat, unable to put up any resistance, and were all sucked in by the powerful suction of the vacuum cleaner, which tore them into black lines.

In less than three seconds, the thick smoke filling the courtyard was completely sucked away.

The courtyard has returned to its former tranquility, with only the vacuum cleaner still tirelessly humming.

The old man remained frozen in place, his face filled with disbelief, still in the forward-leaning position.

What about the toxic fumes?

Where is my corpse poison miasma that can corrode steel and kill on sight?

How could it just... be gone?

"Demon...demon magic! What kind of demon magic is this?!"

The old man was completely dumbfounded.

"Sorcery my foot!"

"Finally, there's something more interesting to do than chopping wood!"

Two figures flashed past, one on the left and one on the right.

Zhao Wuji and Zhao Tiansha, two former grandmaster-level experts, looked excited that they could finally stop doing physical labor, and placed their large, fan-like hands directly on the old man's shoulders.

"Snap!"

With just a slight exertion, the old man's arm joints cracked with a sickening sound, and he was forced to his knees with a thud, his face hitting the ground first.

"Oh, finally I can stretch my muscles a bit." Zhao Wuji said with a sigh as he twisted the old man's hands behind his back. "Sir, does this count as overtime? Can I get an extra chicken leg?"

"Shut up! It's our blessing to be able to share the burden with you, sir!" Zhao Tiansha stepped on the old man's back, speaking righteously, but his eyes were also glancing at Chu Chen, full of expectation.

Chu Chen slowly jumped off the armchair, without even glancing at the old man who was being held down on the ground.

He walked to the edge of the ditch in the vegetable garden next door and casually dug up a lump of damp black mud.

Then, he took out a paper packet from his pocket, pinched some yellow and red powder, sprinkled it on the black mud, and slowly rolled it into a mud ball the size of a longan.

"Pry his mouth open."

Chu Chen, holding the disgusting-looking mud ball, walked up to the old man.

"Waaah...waaah..." The old man shook his head desperately, his mouth tightly shut.

Zhao Wuji chuckled.

"I'm familiar with this job."

He pinched and pressed a certain acupoint on the old man's chin with two fingers, and the old man's mouth involuntarily opened.

Chu Chen expressionlessly tossed the dark, muddy ball into the container.

"Chew it up and swallow it." He patted the mud off his hands. "This is our Qianlongju's special 'Super Enhanced Honesty Pill.' After taking it, I guarantee you'll speak your mind without reservation."

The old man refused to swallow, his eyes bulging like copper bells.

"Not swallowing?" Chu Chen tilted his head. "Director Zhao, please help him."

Zhao Wuji pointed a finger at the old man's throat.

The old man felt a movement in his throat, and the mud ball slid into his stomach with a "glug".

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

The old man's face first turned bright red, then swelled to a liver color, and finally turned bluish-purple.

He was like a fish out of water, his whole body convulsing violently, tears, snot, and saliva flowing uncontrollably down his face, his features contorted as if he were enduring the ultimate torture.

An indescribable taste exploded in his throat.

It was the extreme bitterness of Coptis chinensis mixed with the explosive burning pain of capsicum extract. The two flavors intertwined, like two steel brushes that had been tempered and were scraping wildly back and forth in his tongue and esophagus.

"Ugh... spicy... bitter... water... give me water..."

The old man wept uncontrollably, wailing incoherently, each word seeming to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Want some water?" Chu Chen squatted down in front of him and poked his face with a small twig. "Answer the question first."

"Who are you? Who sent you?"

"I'll tell you... I'll tell you everything..." The old man had only one thought in mind: to end this torment that was worse than death as soon as possible.

He rambled incoherently, shouting, "My name is Wu Sen... nicknamed Ghost Doctor... I'm... I'm a member of the Black Lotus Cult!"

"The Black Lotus Cult?" Chu Chen raised an eyebrow.

When Lin Jianguo, who was standing to the side, heard these three words, his face turned deathly pale and his body swayed.

"The Black Lotus Cult...they...how did they reappear..." His lips trembled, his eyes filled with fear and hatred.

Chu Chen glanced at his grandfather, but didn't ask any more questions. He continued to stare at the ghost doctor Wu Sen on the ground.

"What are you doing here?"

"It was the altar master's order... that I came to the capital to investigate the woman from back then, to see if she has really woken up..." Wu Sen said, gagging as he spoke, "And that token... is it in your hands...?"

"A token?"

Chu Chen's eyes turned cold.

He remembered the half of the black lotus jade pendant that he had refined.

"Grandpa," Chu Chen stood up and turned to look at Lin Jianguo, "it seems our fertilizer has been delivered to our doorstep."

Lin Jianguo was still in shock and fear, and hadn't come to his senses for a moment.

Chu Chen didn't care. He kicked Wu Sen, who was still convulsing on the ground.

"Black Lotus Cult... that name sounds villainous, it has no creativity at all."

He pouted and said to Zhao Wuji beside him in a childish voice.

"Chief Zhao, drag him away and put him in a sturdy sack."

"Our vegetable garden at Qianlongju is just missing some high-quality organic fertilizer."