When it was dark, people in this place were basically invisible. Alor Setar is not a tourist city, and there was almost no nightlife at night. Wang Zan and the other three groped all the way back to the county town at around 9 o'clock in the evening, but they stayed in the surrounding area and did not enter the central area of ​​the county town.

The suburbs here are probably equivalent to slums. The houses are relatively low, the streets are narrow, and the roadsides are full of stinky ditches. People who come and go are also very tattered. Some dilapidated houses are not occupied and the doors and windows are broken.

"You two find a place to settle down. Stay overnight. I see a broken house next to you. Let's deal with the one-night trip? I'll go around the city and see if I can buy what I want to use." Wang Zan walked forward and pushed open a broken door, and a smell of urine suddenly came to his nose.

Chang Kun followed him and walked in. After looking at him for a few glances, he frowned and said, "This place is a bit hardworking, not as good as the forest."

"Treat it, there is nothing we can do if conditions permit," said Wang Zan.

After the second little sister came in, she came to a corner of the wall, sat down and said, "It doesn't matter. I used to go around the bathroom when I was traveling with my father. What's this... Damn, what's this?"

As soon as Erxiao sat down, he obviously felt a smudge under his butt. He reached out and took out something, and looked in front of him and saw that it was a piece of dry shit.

Er Xiao was stunned for a moment, shook his hand and threw it out, cursing: "I'm going to him, this is too unethical, what a thing? This is a house or a place to shit. This is not as good as a hygiene family."

Chang Kun said to Wang Zan resentfully: "Go quickly, otherwise I see that he is not dead under the head of the army. If he doesn't do it, he will be killed by the smoke."

"Okay, I'll step up!" Wang Zan nodded in a cold sweat.

After Wang Zan left, Er Xiaocai's eyes stared at the thick sores on his body, lowered his head and said, "Brother Kun, can I stand by this time? I used to hear an old saying that sores in the head and feet are exposed, and that means that people who have committed this evil disease cannot even save the gods."

Chang Kun frowned and said, "You will believe this kind of ignorance? What kind of medical level was that before? Can it be compared with now? Besides, you don't believe Wang Zan. To put it bluntly, if he really can't save you, will he turn around? Why don't he just leave?

The second little girl said with a wry smile: "Old Wang is kind-hearted and never abandons him, but it does not mean that I can be saved."

Chang Kun was silent for a while and said slowly: "If you don't work hard, what's the use of us working hard behind you..."

In the city of Alor Setar, the state is so strict that it is not blocked at this time, and there is not even a police car on the road.

In this county town with a population of only a few hundred thousand, the police are actually a department with little presence. The crime rate here is low, the number of foreign population is small, and there are frequent incidents of petty thefts, but there are no major cases in a year, which leads to the police department being useless. The total number of police officers in the county is only a few dozen. It is basically impossible to investigate on a large scale.

So as long as Wang Zan is a little more careful, he basically doesn’t need to worry too much. After walking around the county town for two times, Wang Zan bought some things that could be used later and then prepared to go back.

But at this time, Wang Zan found that diagonally opposite was the hotel they stayed in when they first arrived. The lights were still on in a Shido store next to the hotel.

Wang Zan suddenly thought of the old man who was the leader in the supermarket.

Wang Zan frowned, his face changed several times, and he finally put his mind on his mind and walked over.

The lights were on in the Shido store, there was no one in the store, and the door behind it was closed.

Wang Zan looked around and found that no one noticed it, so he walked in. He reached out and knocked on the counter and said, "Boss, buy a box of cigarettes..."

"Cruff" a moment later, the small door behind the store opened, and the old man who walked out was still the one who walked out. He looked up at Xiang Que and said, "Young man, it's not good to smoke too much, it's too hard."

Wang Zan stared at the other party and said, "You are a savior."

The old man frowned, but he didn't expect that he would say so bluntly, so he said lightly: "You have identified my identity so directly. Aren't you afraid that I will give you a blow? In Malay, although there are many surrender masters, their identities will not be easily obtained by others, especially those who are black surrender. What you dislike most is to expose your identity in front of others. Don't you know this rule?"

Wang Zan shook his head and said, "But I think you may be in vain."

The old man asked in surprise: "Why do you say that?"

"I can see that black surrender takes money to eliminate disasters for people, and in vain it is to save all sentient beings. You don't have that great anger and resentment on your body, you can only surrender..."

Wang Zan saw the identity of the old man's surrender last time, and at the same time, he realized that more than 80% of the other party was probably a waste of time, otherwise he would not have come over rashly, otherwise he would definitely be in a bit dangerous situation now.

The old man looked at him deeply, without admitting or denying it, just said, "Take the cigarette and leave. What kind of savior I am doesn't matter to you, it has nothing to do with you." Wang Zan took out the cigarette and slowly lit it, and said, "Old man, can you help me if you have a favor? I encountered some problems."

The old man continued to shake his head, waved his hand and walked back and said, "I have been asking about the sacrificial master for a long time. No matter what your problems you have, it has nothing to do with me."

Wang Zan looked at his back and said with a very fast speech: "A friend of mine was hit by the head-relieving technique, and his body was covered with thick sores from head to toe, and pus flowed from head to toe..."

The old man had already walked to the door, but suddenly paused under his feet, then slowly turned around, frowned and said, "The blood is black, the smell is fishy?"

Wang Zan nodded and said, "Yes."

"This is the evil ghost surrender. Longdi Temple's head surrender technique. How could you attract them?" said the old man.

As soon as Wang Zan saw him, he immediately realized that the other party must have been attracted by this topic, and this is a way to go.

Wang Zan said: "Because of a volume of scriptures, it is related to the Bai family in Penang, we have something to do with it."
Chapter completed!