The village beauty and me!

The fat man noticed that Zhang Huan's expression was strange.

He snorted and scolded, "What are you thinking about? I get the idea that you're holding back something."

Zhang Huan quickly lowered his head. "Since you've already decided to come with me to the Medicine King's Gathering, why worry about so much?"

Chen Huan suddenly remembered something and took out the killing knife from his pocket.

He turned to Zhang Huan and gestured, "This thing, is it from your Medicine King Society?"

Zhang Huan looked up and his eyes widened the moment he saw the Killing Blade. "This thing really is in your hands."

"It seems that the intelligence was not entirely inaccurate."

Chen Huan frowned. "What intelligence?"

"How did you know this knife was in my possession?"

This question puzzled Chen Huan greatly, and even made him feel somewhat nervous.

Zhang Huan didn't want to answer.

Chen Huan's eyes flashed with a fierce light. "Do you want me to cut you with this knife and see what happens?"

"Since you come from the Medicine King Society, you should know how evil this knife is."

"That feeling of being worse than dead is unbearable."

Sweat was dripping down Zhang Huan's face.

He swallowed hard, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Do you remember the girl you cured at the sanatorium?"

Chen Huan naturally remembered that it was a relative of the person in charge of the waterworks.

The little girl has a cheerful personality and is very cute.

"What does this have to do with her?" Chen Huan frowned and continued to ask.

His aura continued to emanate.

To a large extent, it suppresses the opponent's psychological defenses.

Zhang Huan quickly replied, "I don't know the specifics, but the news did come from that sanatorium."

"That's why you've become a key person we're keeping an eye on."

Chen Huan suddenly realized, "You have informants at the sanatorium."

"That girl was originally harmed by someone from your Medicine King Society, so naturally we would keep an eye on her."

Thinking of this, Chen Huan felt slightly relieved.

The evil doctor that Zhang Dahai and I killed before also claimed to be from the Medicine King Society.

If the Medicine King Society has found out about that matter, then Zhang Dahai and his daughter will definitely be implicated.

This is not the situation Chen Huan wanted to see.

"Is this knife important to your Medicine King Association?" Chen Huan asked casually.

Zhang Huan nodded. "Yes, it would take decades or even centuries to make such a weapon."

"Not only the selection of materials, but also the forging requires exquisite craftsmanship and special skills. Even the usual rituals require some special materials."

Chen Huan knew that the special things the other party was referring to were the blood, or even the resentment or souls of the mountain spirits.

"I didn't expect it to be such a good thing."

"It seems your Medicine King Society isn't entirely useless after all." Chen Huanle chuckled as he sheathed his knife.

At that moment, he noticed a subtle, sinister glint in Zhang Huan's eyes before he lowered his head.

"Is there anything else you haven't told me about this knife?"

"I'm giving you one chance to explain everything clearly, or I'll stab you with a knife."

"I'll make you wish you were dead." Chen Huan then pulled out the knife again.

Zhang Huan looked utterly devastated. "Couldn't you just kill me already?"

Chen Huan shook her head. "No."

"I'm going to visit your Medicine King Association later, and it's really inappropriate for my hands to be covered in blood."

Zhang Huan grinned. "You should have already sensed it yourself, right?"

"This knife is filled with too much resentment."

Even if there are special methods to resist or offset some of the negative effects, no matter who it is, as long as they carry it with them for a long time, they will suffer the consequences.

Chen Huan then realized that this was the kind of information the other party wanted to hide.

He then ignored him, staring thoughtfully at the knife in his hand.

"I'm not lying to you. Actually, there's no benefit to you carrying this knife."

"It would be better to hand it over to the Medicine King Association," Zhang Huan said, becoming more talkative.

Chen Huan glanced at him, then actually handed the knife to him. "You're right, such a dangerous thing shouldn't be carried around."

"Take this and report it to your superiors."

Zhang Huan's face lit up with ecstatic joy.

She first glanced at Chen Huan tentatively and found that he seemed to be serious.

He then reached out his hand to take it.

But just as his fingertips were about to touch the knife, Chen Huan suddenly withdrew it.

He muttered to himself, "This isn't right either. Knowing there's danger involved, how can I entrust it to someone else?"

"Let me bear it alone. After all, I'm a person of high moral character and a good person."

Zhang Huan froze on the spot, his hand outstretched, as if he had turned into a statue.

A flash of anger crossed his eyes, but he dared not retaliate.

On the way, Chen Huan pondered that the Medicine King Society had existed for a long time and was an established force.

Since the headquarters is located on the outskirts of the county, it must be in a nostalgic and retro environment.

But when they arrived at the destination more than an hour later, Chen Huan looked at the building in front of him with a very strange expression.

This is clearly a villa area, with seven or eight villas situated on the hillside.

The building's style is quite modern and luxurious.

"Is it that high-profile?"

"Is this the kind of place people from your Medicine King Society live in?" Chen Huan asked, frowning.

Zhang Huan grinned. "Yeah, this whole area belongs to us, even the land."

"If you really want to get rich, you have to do bad things and be a bad guy," Chen Huan couldn't help but sigh.

The fat man chuckled and replied, "That's right, murder and arson bring wealth and honor; the old saying wasn't just for show."

"I never noticed before that there was such a high-class place in the county town."

"Compared to the high-end villa area in town, apart from being a bit smaller, it's really not that bad."

Chen Huan frowned slightly. "Not only that, the feng shui here is also exceptionally good."

"The Medicine King Society's decision to build their headquarters in this location was also the result of careful planning."

"These guys are really something else."

Before we knew it, the car had arrived at the entrance.

On the surface, it doesn't look like the kind of guard room or post found in other ordinary residential communities.

However, if the car wants to enter the construction area, it has to go through a very narrow road.

Tall, sturdy trees line both sides of the road.

As the car approached, two people immediately emerged from behind the tree.

Just by looking at their clothes and demeanor, you can tell they're part of the same group as the people in the car.

"You're back?"

"Has that guy named Chen Huan been caught?"

"Did you bring back the Killing Blade?" The person standing in front of the car kept looking into the car.

Upon discovering that the driver was one of their own, they clearly did not realize that something was wrong.

The driver kept blinking, as if trying to signal to the other driver that something was wrong.

What happened to your eyes?

"Why is he all bruised and battered? So many people went to arrest one person, and he still got beaten up?" The person standing in front of the car was still oblivious to what was wrong.

Instead, they came over and started teasing him.

"Don't waste time talking to them, just take me to see the person in charge here," Chen Huan calmly instructed from the passenger seat.

At this moment, the people outside the car finally realized that something was wrong.

His eyes were fixed on Chen Huan, who was unharmed and not bound, and he shouted, "What happened? Why wasn't he restrained?"