Jishi Pharmacy.
The place was filled with a pungent smell of herbal medicine, with paper bags tied with hemp rope scattered on the table.
"Alright, alright, Brother Zhao, what's the matter? Couldn't it be discussed outside? Why drag me in here?"
Yan Jing was pulled into the pharmacy room by Zhao Huai, helplessly patting his own sleeves.
"Brother Yan, what you said came true."
Zhao Huai looked at Yan Jing, his eyes filled with seriousness.
"What matter?"
Yan Jing felt that he had said quite a lot, as there were countless bits of news big and small every day. There was always more work for his brain to do.
"Did you win the bet on Cuju?"
"Or the case where you were questioned by the constable?"
Zhao Huai shook his head: "Neither, the constable's case has already passed."
"You forgot? It's the matter of the demons."
Yan Jing looked at Zhao Huai, his eyes revealing a sudden realization, and finally remembered it.
"Do you know about Jingyang Town?"