The boy with extremely long eyebrows followed closely behind.

Although there was a succession of master and disciple, they both walked the same path.

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Chen Ping'an returned to the shop in Qilong Lane, handed the clay pot to the boy in Tsing Yi, and then handed the keys and books to the girl in pink skirt, and asked them to go back to their ancestral home in Mu Ping Lane.

He walked alone to the Yang's Medicine Shop. No matter the wind, rain or sun, year after year, the Spring Festival couplets hanging on both sides of the shop would be changed every year, but the content never changed. They were all "I hope that people in the world will not be sick.

I would rather put the medicine on the shelf and turn it into ashes."

Chen Pingan asked a new-faced young store clerk and learned that Old Yang was in the backyard. After walking through the side door, he saw the old man sitting on a small bench in the yard, bending over and crossing his legs, puffing away smoke.

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Chen Ping'an didn't speak, feeling a little uneasy.

Old Man Yang got straight to the point: "I want to ask about your parents? Is it possible that like Gu Can's father, his soul can still stay in the town after death?"

Chen Pingan's breathing became heavy instantly.

"No."

The old man blew out a big puff of smoke and gave the answer and reason straightforwardly: "Because it's not worth it."

The young man lowered his head and said nothing.
Chapter completed!