After walking through the miasma forest, Boss Zhao's speed obviously slowed down.
The Miasma Forest is quite large, and he rarely walks on weekdays, so his physical strength is a little heavy.
Noticing that Boss Zhao was walking slower and slower, the tall disciple hurriedly came over and said, "Sir, you are tired."
The businessman's keenness made Boss Zhao straighten up: "I'm fine, I'm fine!"
Don't worry about me, it's too expensive.
The tall disciple looked at Boss Zhao with great concern: "We still have a long way to go. Sir, are you sure you want to go in by yourself?"
Boss Zhao took off the gas mask on his face: "It's okay, the air here is good, I can walk slowly."
This Valley of Miracle Doctors is indeed extraordinary, and I feel refreshed even when I take a breath.
The tall disciple nodded slightly: "Okay sir, but according to our speed, we may not be able to reach the central area tonight."
Boss Zhao found a stone to sit on and waved to the tall disciple: "It's okay, I can walk slowly."
The tall disciple smiled and nodded: "Sir, you entered the valley at the wrong time. If you don't hurry up, I'm afraid you won't be able to leave the valley in time at noon tomorrow."
Boss Zhao held his breath subconsciously: "Why do you have to leave the valley at noon? Can't I stay for two more days?"
The tall disciple smiled sincerely and politely: "Of course, but we charge on a daily basis."
Boss Zhao's voice was trembling: "What do you mean?"
The tall disciple smiled slightly: "Our charging standard is ten thousand taels per person per day."
Boss Zhao: "..." I suspect your rules were just set.
The money has been spent, so I have to go in anyway.
Although he had made up his mind, Boss Zhao was still a little trembling after seeing these strong men in front of him: "What do you want to do!"
The short disciple stood up and said: "These are the medicine slaves of my Divine Medical Valley. They are all highly skilled in martial arts. Let's see how many people you need to send you in."
Boss Zhao looked at the short disciple: "How much does it cost per person?"
The short disciple grinned: "Two hundred taels."
Boss Zhao: "One!" This place shouldn't be called the Miracle Doctor Valley, it should be called the Cai Mi Valley.
The short disciple nodded when he heard this, and pointed at one of the strong men: "Carry Mr. Zhao into the valley."
A muscular man walked up to Boss Zhao and picked him up.
Looking at the strong man's face at close range, Boss Zhao was not shy at all when he was hugged by the princess: "My hero... let me down first." He felt that he was humiliated.
The strong man turned to look at the two disciples, and put Boss Zhao down at their signals.
This time Boss Zhao was a lot more vigilant and clearly asked the difference between different people sending him to the valley.
One person is in the princess's arms, two people are in rattan chairs, and four people are in sedan chairs.
When two young disciples reminded him that the rattan chair was very bumpy, Boss Zhao chose the sedan chair without hesitation.
As soon as the eight hundred taels of silver notes were handed over, Boss Zhao was respectfully stuffed into the sedan.
Then his life suddenly sublimated, because he suddenly discovered that he fainted in the sedan chair!
However, the feeling of retreating is really good, especially when four big men use Qinggong to take him into the air at the same time.
Boss Zhao vomited!
However, this was a feeling of weightlessness and pushback that he had never experienced in his life.
Unfortunately, these people moved too fast, and he arrived at the Yaotian District without seeing anything.
Moreover, it would be nice if these people's steps were more uniform.
That way he wouldn't fall out because the sedan was torn apart.
The strong men could only stay outside the medicine fields.
As a medicine slave, if you trespass on the medicine field, you will definitely be poisoned to death.
Seeing the strong man stop, Boss Zhao had a bad intuition. He turned around and saw the smiling faces of the two young disciples.
Boss Zhao calmed down, and the voice of the tall disciple came to his ears: "Would you like to walk on your own or take transportation for the rest of the way? We have detoxifying pills specifically for medicinal fields. What type do you need?"
Boss Zhao only felt that the voice in his ears was very ethereal: "..." In fact, he is really not a profiteer, but the master of the Miracle Doctor Valley.
After spending two thousand taels of silver to buy antidote pills that could protect against all poisons for a month, Boss Zhao looked at the animals in front of him and said, "What is this?"
He saw a tiger, a bear, a dog, and two horses crouching in front of him, with each animal dragging a cart behind it.
The short disciple said: "This is a means of transportation in the Yaotian District. These are carefully tamed by the owner of the valley and will not hurt anyone."
Looking at the greedy brown bear that looked like it was licking its paws, and the tiger that yawned with its mouth wide open, Boss Zhao said: "..."
Are you sure these things don't eat people? Why don't I believe it?
The tall man smiled with a friendly expression: "Guests, please choose."
Boss Zhao: "Which one is the most expensive."
The tall disciple grinned: "It depends on the guest, which one he chooses." Now that he was here, he felt like he couldn't run away, and his tone of voice became much more relaxed.
Seeing this man's unabashed attitude, Boss Zhao said: "..." So whichever one I choose will be the most expensive, right?
The tiger-pulled cart was indeed extraordinary. Before reaching the destination, Boss Zhao fell out of the cart and was almost trampled to death by a grizzly bear rushing up from behind.
Two disciples squatted on a tree and sat down to record.
Tall man: "The beast just can't pull a cart."
Short man: "I think there's something wrong with the car."
Boss Zhao stumbled to the disciples' living area: he felt that he was not here for sightseeing, but for suffering.
While he was thinking about it, the two young disciples who had disappeared since he fell off the car appeared again: "Sir, it's dinner time soon, what do you want to eat, sir?"
Boss Zhao, who is used to spending money, struggled to ask: "Besides being more expensive or more expensive, is there any other difference?"
The disciples did not seem to hear the sarcasm in Boss Zhao's words, and explained calmly: "The people who cook are different. Our ingredients are cooked by the owner of the valley and the three great doctors, and they are very good for the body. "
Upon hearing this, Boss Zhao's eyes lit up. The miracle doctors cooked the food themselves, which was quite interesting.
Thinking of this, Boss Zhao suddenly realized something was wrong: "I heard that there are four miracle doctors in the Valley of Miracle Doctors, but for some reason only three of them cook."
There was a rare trace of panic on the faces of the disciples: because there is another one who is really not suitable for cooking!
After all, he is a businessman. Boss Zhao keenly noticed the changes in the expressions of the disciples: "I have heard that there are four great doctors A, B, C and D in the Valley of Miracle Doctors. I wonder if I will be lucky enough to try the skills of Miracle Doctor D. As for the price, it is easy to negotiate."
Experience told him that whatever is hidden is good.
The two disciples did not dare to make up their mind. One of them immediately turned around to find Jin Qing, while the other accompanied Boss Zhao and walked slowly towards the central area.
The more nervous the other party appears, the more Boss Zhao feels there is something fishy.
He decided that today he would have a taste of Divine Doctor Ding's skills. He had a lot of money, and he didn't believe that the other party could make him poor.
Jin Qing only heard the last sentence of the disciple's words, and then she waved her hand: "Go and call him!"
Since someone dared to die, she naturally dared to bury him.
As long as the money is in place, nothing is a problem.
It’s not like she was allowed to eat those things anyway.
