Chapter 339 The deal with Sister Hong

A strange wooden door slowly opened, and whispering sounds came from the pitch-black darkness, as if someone was communicating inside.

Sun Rui watched the door on the wall vigilantly. If any evil ghost ran out of the darkness, he would have to take action at any time to repel the evil ghost behind the door.

But after a while, the red light seeping out of the darkness became more intense.

Sun Rui's eyes flickered, and two familiar figures appeared in front of him, it was Liang Xingyang and Yang Jian.

At this time, Liang Wensong's voice came from the darkness: "I'm waiting for your good news at the post office."

The wooden door slowly closed, and the darkness disappeared.

Seeing Sun Rui's confused look, Liang Xingyang explained: "I happen to have some demand for traditional Chinese medicine, so I can replenish the supply and buy one for him."

Sun Rui nodded suddenly.

Yang Jian said curiously: "Don't waste time, please take us to see this Chinese medicine shop."

There are medicines for human diseases, but what about ghost diseases?

"Just keep eighteen yuan, and you can take back the rest."

Sun Rui's eyes moved at the side. When he saw that Liang Xingyang just frowned slightly and did not leave his seat immediately and followed Sister Hong out of the Chinese medicine shop, he stopped paying attention.

He provides special Chinese medicine to the ghost masters for free to alleviate the resurgence of evil ghosts. He just wants to see the hope of solving the source of the supernatural while he is still alive. This is also his obsession that he struggles to support and refuses to die.

Sun Rui limped and led the way. After walking out of the alley, he walked towards the Chinese medicine shop again.

"Kings are easy to liquidate, but huge ghost ships are not easy to solve. When necessary, we should ask Sister Hong to bury the ghost ship and completely solve the so-called Ark Project." Liang Xingyang thought for a while, but decided to walk out of the Chinese medicine shop and follow him to have a look.

look.

He lived a long time and survived six teammates. Even Mr. Qin, who was younger than him, could not compare with him.

"What are you doing here again?"

When looking at a problem, we must grasp the main contradiction.

"Xiaoru, you go and get ten packs of medicine. No, get four more packs. The other two young men will come to visit you. You can't do it without a meeting gift."

Mr. Qin is now voluntarily sealed in the golden statue, saving his last breath for the headquarters, and his life and death are still unknown.

"You are a guest, come in and sit down."

A faint voice sounded in the dark Chinese medicine shop, and an old man with a wrinkled face slowly walked out with a cane.

Yang Jian came up with the idea of ​​meeting this old man who survived the Republic of China. He had many questions in his heart that needed to be answered, and it was best to find out from the other person's mouth the reason for the appearance of ghosts in the world.

While in the ghost street of Taiping Ancient Town, he got information from Liang Xingyang about the effect of traditional Chinese medicine packs on suppressing and reviving ghosts.

While the two were chatting,

Sister Hong stood at the door, waved her hand gently, and said, "Liang Xingyang, come out for a moment."

"The black Taishi chair from Zhangdong's ancient residence."

Sister Hong smiled and shouted inside: "Old man, we have distinguished guests coming to our door today. Why don't you come out and meet these promising young people?"

Xiaoru stood at the door and looked at Sun Rui who was approaching impatiently. But when she saw the person next to him, her expression couldn't help but change: "Liang Xingyang."

After Liang Xingyang took his seat, he said straight to the point: "I want to buy a few packs of Chinese medicine."

With the passing of the elderly in the Republic of China, special Chinese medicines will sooner or later be like ghost money and surrogate dolls, no longer in circulation. Reserve more as soon as possible, and you will never go wrong.

Yang Jian said seriously: "You really know him..."

"Yang Jian and I once went to the ghost street in Taiping Ancient Town and found a coffin shop that was still open." Liang Xingyang's expression moved, and he meant something, but he was too embarrassed to take other people's things with his bare hands, so he took out a coffin shop from his arms.

Stacking colorful ghost money, "I have fifty yuan on hand, which can be exchanged for some medicine."

"Have you always been so reserved?" Sister Hong smiled slightly.

Even if there is no answer, you can still get some inspiration.

"You're here."

Liang Xingyang's eyes moved slightly, and he said thoughtfully: "Yes, but there is a condition for another requirement. If I help you, you also need to help me?"

The old man sighed with emotion: "Well, then I have to thank you for him. You young people are all extraordinary in strength. Just like us back then, we were the most promising group of people."

There was no surprise on the old man's face, and he actually asked: "How many packs do you want?"

Sister Hong was a little surprised and looked at him intently: "Did you see it?"

A slight smile appeared on the old man's old face, and a vitality surged out of the rotten death air all over his body.

Liang Xingyang had some suspicions in his heart: "You are a person who has lived a second life, and what is involved in you are all old things from the Republic of China. The risk of intervening is too high."

Outside the Chinese medicine shop.

I happened to meet him today and happened to come over.

The old man knew the price of a coffin, so he did not refuse the transaction this time, but asked for only the eighteen yuan he needed.

Sister Hong stood here under a dim yellow street lamp, and the dim light reflected her charming figure. She never moved, quietly waiting for someone to come. The evening breeze blew in, ruffling her long black hair.

Liang Xingyang's face was calm, and after he approached unhurriedly, he stopped and waited quietly for her next words.

"The resuscitation of evil ghosts is a disease, and if you are sick, you must treat it."

He felt that he had inadvertently come into contact with some secrets of the supernatural world today. Listening to the old man telling the story of that time, he was so excited that it was difficult to distract himself.

Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, he opened his ghost eyes, looked at the furnishings inside, and found a black chair.

As long as the ghost ship is eliminated, the kings in the now-insignificant king organization can be guided to hunt one by one through the ghost cabinet.

The three of them came to the door of the Chinese medicine shop.

Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, and he felt a strong supernatural aura from inside. He stared at the Taishi chair where the old man was sitting: "My name is Yang Jian. I have seen this kind of black chair in an old forest house. At that time, there was an old man.

His body was sitting on it, and we had encased him and buried him.”

Liang Xingyang and Yang Jian were also surprised: "Sister Hong? What a coincidence."

In the Ark project, the ghost ship is undoubtedly the most important problem.

"I need to take a supernatural bus to go somewhere, and in Liu Qingqing's memory, you are the only one with the ability to drive a bus, so you have to help me!"

Xiaoru's eyes moved, she pursed her lips, and finally turned around and took out fourteen yellow paper packets from the medicine box next to her.

The old man's aged voice revealed a firmness.

The loose skin on the old man's face stretched, and his squinty eyelids were raised. He took a deep look at Liang Xingyang: "Who would want to rob a coffin shop if you have money to buy a coffin? I have met a young man named Li Leping.

, I am very happy that my medicine can help him."

"Master!" Xiaoru spoke at this time, wanting to stop the old man's selfless dedication, but the old man stretched out his hand to stop him.

Sister Hong smiled and said: "Deal? These words remind me of the ability of a cupboard. What are your conditions? Don't be too difficult. You know, I am not Zhang Youhong."

Everyone walked into the Chinese medicine shop.

Liang Xingyang's eyes moved slightly, and seeing the old man's decisive attitude, he took out a few pieces of ghost money and handed it over.

Liang Xingyang said without hesitation: "Help me bury the ghost ship!"

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