In the middle of the night, Chen Mu returned to the cellar in the mountain with a helpless expression on his face.

In the underground market, many stalls are selling Dingshen pills. Each has a discount, and each has a fake pill.

He is a relatively real calming pill, but no one buys it? !

"Bad money drives out good money." Chen Mu shook his head.

In the past, it was his business to use defective products to rob the genuine Baicaotang.

Now... retribution.

"This way, we won't be able to make ends meet." Chen Mu frowned.

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