At those words, Zhu Zhuqing, Liu Erlong, and Ghost Douluo abruptly stiffened.
The horrific scene of Bo Saixi's death replayed in their minds!
That lofty Limit Douluo had overloaded herself by forcibly disrupting Ning Rongrong's plan. Her entire skin had been peeled off while she was still alive, reducing her to a mangled heap of bloody flesh before she was finally torn apart!
Such utterly cold-blooded ruthlessness left them with no doubt that Ning Rongrong would kill them on the spot.
Yu Tianheng's expression darkened as well. He silently stopped and remained outside the shop.
Ning Rongrong pushed open the heavy wooden door and entered the Herbal Medicine Shop.
The shop was dimly lit. Rows of towering medicine cabinets reached the ceiling, each drawer labeled with an obscure, incomprehensible name.
A square table stood in the center of the main room.
Two old men sat beside it.
In the seat of honor sat a blind old man in a long robe, his eyes tightly shut.
He rolled two walnuts in his hand, his face covered in wrinkles.
Beside him sat an old man dressed in coarse cloth.
A strong earthy stench radiated from this old man, as though he were a corpse that had just crawled out of a centuries-old tomb.
Nearby, a girl in a floral outfit stood with her head lowered, serving the two old men tea.
Hearing the door open, the blind old man stopped rolling his walnuts.
Although he had no eyes, Ning Rongrong felt as though he had seen straight through her.
An intrigued smile curled the lips of the blind old man, Zhang Bohua. "Living people rarely set foot in Ancient Town. Little girl, how did you find this Herbal Medicine Shop?"
Ning Rongrong wasted no words. Following the information provided by the Sheepskin