"Doctor Pei, your injury..." Yongxing followed Ethan Bennett, handed him a new handkerchief helplessly, and asked with some concern.
Ethan Bennett didn't care about much, and followed Yongxing to the backyard quickly, waving his hand and saying, "Don't bother me, I know what I'm doing."
The two of them quickly arrived at the backyard where Zeng Yourong was temporarily imprisoned. When the guard saw Yongxing's signal, he quickly opened the lock. The two of them rushed in and smelled a strange fragrance in the house.
Zeng Yourong sat on the Arhat couch, with his head tilted back slightly, his eyes slightly closed, and a weird look on his face.
Ethan Bennett had a strange feeling. There was a plate of incense burning on the table in front of Zeng Yourong. The incense was already more than half burned. A puff of white smoke was swirling around, and the smell was very pungent.
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