"Okay, I'll go and have a look with you."

After hearing Lin Yun's words, Ji Haotian nodded slightly.

He has already visited the exhibition hall of today's Hundred Herbs Festival. In addition to being the one who was not very optimistic about the tiger bone Yang Dan that he bought for Ji Susu, he spent a lot of money, other things are worthless in his eyes.

Since it is boring, it is better to go to the ghost stall with Lin Yun. After all, the Zhennan Foundation is also Ji Haotian's property. Since he met him, he should naturally do some effort.

With Shi Hongxiao leading the way, everyone easily passed through the blockade and left the venue.

The ghost stall Lin Yun mentioned is a row of open-air stalls. Many stalls don’t even have display cabinets. They just threw a straw mat on the ground and displayed goods at will.

Compared with the luxurious exhibition hall, it seems a lot shabby.

After a few people went around, Ji Haotian was even more disappointed.

This ghost stall, as Shi Hongxiao said, not only the goods are dull, but also the fakes are numerous and there are no highlights.

Soon, everyone walked to the last stall. Ji Haotian shook his head slightly and was about to turn around and leave.

I glanced at random and saw an object on the bottom floor of the display cabinet, and my steps suddenly stopped.

Pupil contracts.

My heart was shocked.

Wen Keren, who was beside him, frowned when he saw Ji Haotian's appearance.

She served Ji Haotian for many years and rarely saw Ji Haotian showing such a look.

There are only a handful of them.

"Second brother, what are you looking at?"

Ji Susu saw Ji Haotian being a little stunned, and also followed his gaze. After seeing the items in the display cabinet clearly, she covered her mouth in surprise.

After a moment, his eyes turned red and tears fell: "This, this is actually..."

"Faxie Dinggong Wan."

As Ji Haotian spoke, his palms trembled slightly: "It's my father's masterpiece."

Faxie Dinggong Pills.

He was once the leader of the hundreds of elixirs in the northern country.

It is the elixir developed by Ji Zhennan, a saint of the Chinese medicine master, when he was alive, and no one can imitate it except him.

Wash the essence and clear the marrow.

The Palace of Peaceful Heart.

It is a life-saving medicine that can cure all diseases and bring about resurrection to critically ill patients.

A catastrophe in Xuanxiu Mountain back then.

The Ji family's Pharmacopoeia Classic Pavilion was burned.

Ji Haotian originally thought that the medicine depot in the mansion would also be buried in the sea of ​​fire.

But I never thought.

Ten years later, I can still see the pills that my father had refined before his death in this world.

In an instant.

My father sat next to the furnace, touching his cheek and chatting and laughing, and he came to his heart.

The whole body of Faxi Dinggong Pill is white and transparent, and is as warm as jade.

Even through the display cabinet, Ji Haotian could feel the surging spiritual power of this object.

Compared with the Tiger Bone and Yang Pill he just spent 100 million yuan to buy, the grade is simply higher than the Nine-level Outer Heaven.

Back then, Ji Haotian only knew that Ji Zhennan was the number one doctor in the north.

But today I look at it. The pills my father refined back then actually had spiritual power.

How could this happen?

After hearing Ji Haotian's response, Ji Susu's voice became even more choked: "Second brother, is this really the Faxie Dinggong Pill of our Ji family?"

Thinking about emotions when seeing things.

Dreaming back ten years.

When I first saw the relics of my relatives, how could I not be sad?

Ji Haotian was pulled back to his thoughts by Ji Susu's words.

This Faxie Dinggong Pill was made by Ji Zhennan's life-long efforts and spent several years to refine only seven.

Three were used when healing the wounds and extending his life to the Crown Prince of the Southern Region.

One was used to treat Mu Zhongmian for cancer.

The remaining three were all collected in the Ji Family Medicine Deposit.

It can be called the treasure of the tribe.

If it weren't for the thief who was in trouble with Ji's family, who could have broken through the medicine warehouse and touched this thing?

Could it be that the enemy has not been eliminated yet?

As soon as he thought of this, Ji Haotian's eyes sterned, he looked at a man behind the counter, pointed to the Faxie Dinggong Maru in the counter, and asked loudly:

"Boss, is this thing yours?"

"No, our ghost stalls are all sold on behalf of others."

The stall owner shook his head slightly:

"Sir, are you going to buy this?"

Ji Haotian narrowed his eyes slightly:

"Where is the person who asked you to sell goods on your behalf?"

Seeing that Ji Haotian had a bad face, the stall owner smiled and avoided the topic:

"You guy, you probably don't know the rules of this ghost stall. We sell goods on behalf of you and never reveal the identity of the seller, because the things on this ghost stall may not be so clean."

When Ji Haotian heard this, a killing intent burst out in his eyes.

Shi Hongxiao, who was standing beside him, saw Ji Haotian getting angry and explained softly:

"Mr. Ji, this is indeed the rule of this ghost stall. Moreover, the stall owners of these ghost stalls are desperate and desperate to make money. When they promised to sell goods, they had signed a life-and-death contract with the client, so even if you kill him, he would not spit out the news, otherwise his life's financial fortune would be completely ruined. A few years ago, some people found stolen goods at the ghost stall and killed seven stall owners in succession, but they didn't ask for the news. This is the iron rule of the ghost stall."

After hearing Shi Hongxiao's words, Ji Haotian suppressed his emotions and looked at the stall owner:

“How much does this item cost?”

The stall owner smiled and compared a gesture:

"Eight million, no divalent."

"Eight million?"

Ji Haotian exhaled a breath of turbid air:

"I have collected this guy, I want as much as I have!"

Poor people in the world are ignorant.

The unnamed tiger bone and Yang Dan offered a sky-high price of 120 million just because it was placed in the exhibition hall.

The Faxie Dinggong Maru, once known as the surrender of Baidan in the Northern Kingdom, did not even break through the tens of millions of barriers because it was placed in an open-air stall.

"Brother, this is a coincidence. There is only one pill you want."

The stall owner smiled and reached out to take out the brocade box containing the Faxie Dinggong Wan from the cabinet, and at the same time took out a Pos machine:

"The rules of the ghost stall are to pay first and then goods."

Seeing this, Wen Keren took out a black card for Yuntong Centurion.

Shi Hongxiao was a little surprised when he saw this card. As the son of the president of Yunzhou Business Masonic, it was difficult for him to apply for this black card. Unexpectedly, Ji Haotian actually held it, and the number was still in the ranks of single digits.

The owner of the ghost stall operates black market business all year round, so he naturally recognizes this world-ranked credit card. He smiled slightly and was a little surprised:

"I didn't expect that this young man was young and his financial resources were extremely powerful."

Ji Haotian ignored the compliment of the stall owner:

"The owner who asked you to sell this product, but did he also send other things?"

The stall owner shook his head: "This is only one."

Ji Haotian raised his eyebrows slightly:

"Can you help me contact this merchandise owner? As long as he has the goods in his hands, I will accept them all!"

Faxie Dinggong Wan is the most treasure of the Ji family.

Such a treasure can obviously be used as the treasure of the Baicao Club.
To be continued...