Tang Qisheng's casual remark made everyone's hair stand on end. They all knew Zhennan Hou was ill, but why would an ordinary patient need so many household troops and maids to keep watch over him?
Just then, Zhu Jie suddenly spoke up. "Tell us what clues you found."
Several pairs of eyes immediately turned to Li Bai. After all, she was the only one who had brought anything back, and a faint herbal scent seemed to waft from the few bags she carried.
Li Bai made no effort to hide it. She opened the bags directly. "I went to the apothecary and bought some herbs while I was there. They have a powerful stimulating effect. I was wondering if we could use them to stay awake at night and avoid getting dragged into those ghost dreams again."
Before she could finish, Shao Tong—sitting cross-legged with a pastry in his mouth—clapped his hands and cheered. "Great! Miss Li Bai's suggestion is truly excellent. I think it'll work. This Daoist will take the trouble to stay up tonight and chant scriptures for you. Don't worry, I'm on very familiar terms with Jehovah. He'd never refuse me!"
The fat man's heart pounded. What kind of nonsense was this? The man was clearly out of his mind. But setting aside whether he was sane, he'd managed to survive until now, so he must have some skill. After wandering the martial world for so long, the fat man had grown much warier of oddballs. For example, orphans were practically a breeding ground for scheming bastards.
Li Bai was getting a little annoyed with Shao Tong and couldn't be bothered to answer him. Zhang Qizheng took over, speaking calmly. "I spent the whole time listening to opera at a teahouse. There was a part in the