The two of them hurried to the front hall and ordered a few dishes from the waiter.

Fifteen minutes later, the dishes were cooked and brought to the table.

The waiter seemed quite frightened by what happened to Liu Datou. His face was still pale. Hu Li kindly asked, "Are you okay? Why don't you go to the pharmacy and get some medicine?"

The waiter shook his head and smiled at Hu Li, saying, "I'm fine. In this city, people die all the time."

His face was pale, and his words lacked conviction.

Hu Li suddenly remembered the morning when the waiter's scream woke him up. He asked, "Did you see that person die this morning?"

The waiter nodded and whispered to Hu Li, "I went to deliver breakfast in the morning. They ordered me to deliver one to their boss's room. When I went in, I thought he was still asleep, so I went closer to take a look."

As the waiter recalled the scene, he trembled and said, "It was terrifying. I lost my footing and fell on him. When I opened my eyes, I saw blood at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were wide open."

"Wait," Hu Li interrupted, suddenly raising his head. "You said you fell on him?"

The waiter nodded hurriedly.

Hu Li waved his hand, dismissing the waiter.

Worry lines appeared on his forehead.

The poison that Liu Datou ingested was extremely potent. But apart from the waiter's pale face, everything seemed normal.

So, the poison couldn't have been on the clothes!

Hu Li and Jiang Yu exchanged glances.

The clothes were fine, the food was fine, so where was the problem?

"Waiter, prepare a piece of cloth for me," Hu Li said.

"Okay," the waiter replied.

"Where is the pharmacy in Shangyong City?" Jiang Yu asked.

"The pharmacy?" The waiter pondered for a moment before remembering. "Look for the monk from Qinglong Temple. The owner of the pharmacy ran away, and the monk moved all the medicines to the temple."

Shangyong City had been devastated by the war.

Hu Li suddenly felt a bit melancholic.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Yu had already taken the white cloth handed by the waiter and was about to go upstairs but noticed Hu Li standing still and asked.

Hu Li didn't say anything and followed him upstairs.

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The two of them didn't speak much, but they seemed to understand each other. Jiang Yu used his dagger to cut off a corner of Liu Datou's clothes and wrapped it in the white cloth. Then, they prepared to go to Qinglong Temple.

As Hu Li was about to close the door, he saw something on the round table.

He quickly walked over and picked up the long box on the table before catching up with Jiang Yu.

"Leaving, sir?" the waiter asked warmly.

Jiang Yu pushed the door open, and Hu Li followed, responding to the waiter.

"I've been to Qinglong Temple once. There's only one monk in the temple, but something seems unusual about him," Hu Li recounted the situation to Jiang Yu.

"Oh?" Jiang Yu, rarely drawn to attention, said, "One temple, one old monk."

"They're all gone, but he's still there. And as the waiter said, he even moved the pharmacy in Shangyong to the temple," Hu Li summarized.

But after saying all this, he felt a bit crazy.

Thinking too much just by seeing one person.

In the time it took for an incense stick to burn, the two of them arrived at Qinglong Temple.

The old monk was still sitting there, striking the wooden fish, just like the day they saw him.

He turned his head this time and looked at the two of them, his eyes as deep as an ancient well. Although there were deep traces on his eyebrows and eyes, he still seemed to be in good spirits.

"Visitors, what brings you here this time?" the old monk put down the wooden fish, stood up, and asked.

"We would like the senior to take a look at two things," Hu Li bowed and asked.

The old monk hesitated for a moment, and Hu Li thought he was going to refuse, but unexpectedly, the old monk said, "What things?"

Jiang Yu unfolded the white cloth in his hand, revealing the corner of the clothes.

Hu Li placed the box in his hand forward by half an inch and said, "These two things. This morning, a person suddenly died of poisoning in the inn. These were the two things closest to him. Does the senior have any solution?"

The old monk glanced at the two things and raised his hand. "I only know a little about these things."

Hu Li couldn't help but feel a headache.

In Shangyong City, where could they find someone who understood poisons?

Hu Li was about to persuade the old monk again when the old monk said, "Go straight ahead from here, to the bamboo house on the mountain. There's someone there who can help you."

The two of them thanked the old monk and went to the bamboo house in the mountains.

The bamboo forest on the hillside was dense, and the fresh scent of air wafted through, like a place isolated from the world. Qinglong Temple was like the entrance, and passing through it felt like entering a completely different world from Shangyong City.

In the forest, there lived someone who understood poisons.

It seemed a bit like a scene from a fantasy story.

When they reached the door of the bamboo house.

Before they could knock, the door opened.

Inside, a young man of about twenty years old stood, wearing a gray robe. His eyebrows were relaxed, his eyes were clear, and there was a smile on his lips.

It was far from what Hu Li had imagined.

The young man didn't seem flustered even when the two of them stared at him. He calmly asked, "Did the master send you to find me?"

The master he mentioned should be the old monk from Qinglong Temple.

Hu Li nodded, and the young man stepped aside to let them in.

The bamboo house was not large, but it looked more elegant than Wuxiang Monastery.

There were calligraphy and paintings on the walls, and everything else was neatly arranged.

The young man poured tea for Hu Li and Jiang Yu and sat down at the redwood low table. He introduced himself, "I'm Han Xiao. May I ask what brings you to Qinglong Temple this time?"

"I'm Hu Li, and this is Jiang Yu," Hu Li said.

Han Xiao's gaze lingered on Hu Li and Jiang Yu's faces for a moment.

Jiang Yu nodded to him.

"We came this time to let Han Gongzi take a look at these two things," Hu Li immediately brought the topic to the table and took out the white cloth with the corner of the clothes.

Han Xiao glanced at it, looking puzzled.

"This morning, someone died of poisoning at the inn in Shangyong City. The food and drink were confirmed to be safe. This cloth was taken from the clothes he wore last night," Hu Li explained.

Han Xiao didn't move but asked, "What was the appearance of the deceased?"

"His face was green, his neck was blue where it was exposed. His eyes were wide open, blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth, and his hands were claw-shaped," Hu Li described.

Han Xiao listened and furrowed his brows slightly. "Deadly poison."

"What is the onset time of this poison?" Hu Li asked.

"Within two hours, the poison will take effect, leading to death. The person dies in extreme pain and can't scream."

Suddenly, Jiang Yu took over and said, "Although this poison is famous, few have seen it. There are rumors that only the owner of the Valley of Yin and Yang knows its effects."

Hu Li didn't know much about poisons, but he sensed that Jiang Yu had something more to say.

The Valley of Yin and Yang was something Hu Li had heard of. The owner was considered a weird person in the martial arts world, caring little for rules. Whether saving or killing, it all depended on his whim. In the valley, there were both good medicines and deadly poisons.

Only the owner of the Valley of Yin and Yang knew the symptoms of the Deadly Poison, and Han Xiao's immediate diagnosis of Liu Datou's death as caused by Deadly Poison made Hu Li wonder if he was just randomly mentioning a poison he had only heard of but never seen.

However, Han Xiao's face showed no signs of panic. He simply replied, "Han Xiao won't deceive you. This man died of Deadly Poison."

Jiang Yu put down the teacup he hadn't yet brought to his lips, and the two of them heard Han Xiao say again, "I won't hide it from you. Before I turned twenty, I lived in the Valley of Yin and Yang."

If what Han Xiao said was true, he lived in the Valley of Yin and Yang for the first twenty years of his life. After he turned twenty, he moved into the bamboo house in the mountains behind Qinglong Temple in Shangyong City. Although there was no evidence, how could they find evidence in the deep mountains and forests? Even if it was a coincidence, would the strange master of the valley come out as evidence?