Chapter 300 Your actions make me sigh
Zhongjiang City.
This city is not far from Dahan City, but like Dahan City, it maintains its former prosperity. Frequent supernatural events never seem to interfere with the operation of this city.
At this moment.
At a street intersection where the road in the old city extends, a young man suddenly appeared here. However, it was a bit deserted here. There were only two old men nearby who were concentrating on playing chess under the tree. No one noticed that he appeared out of thin air.
Liang Xingyang stood in the sunshine and carefully looked around this old street that had been renovated many times but still looked stale.
He stood there with his hands in his pockets, recalling the memory of Zhang Xianguang. He took a step forward and his body disappeared into thin air.
The next moment.
He came directly to the door of a Chinese medicine shop and stopped to peek inside.
This store is a bit unusual. It is morning, but the bright sunshine cannot illuminate it. The store has always been in a dark and cool environment, which makes it look particularly gloomy.
Liang Xingyang stopped and waited for a while.
"Please come in."
Before he could make any move, an old voice came from the dim Chinese medicine shop, and then a mature woman in her thirties walked out.
"You seem to be in good condition. Are you here to seek medicine?" The mature woman asked expressionlessly with a somewhat evil look in her eyes.
Liang Xingyang glanced at her and said calmly: "Ask for medicine? No. I have money, I can buy it!"
"Money? No amount of money can buy life, and the medicine here is more precious than life." The mature woman said disdainfully.
She seemed to believe that Liang Xingyang was the same as the person who asked for medicine before. She wanted to use various reasons and put on a pitiful expression to ask the master for a life-saving medicine.
She has long been disgusted with this kind of business that is always losing money, and hopes that this person can quit.
"Xiaoru!" The old man shouted from inside the drug store.
"I know! Come on in, come on in quickly."
The woman named Xiaoru was perfunctory and waved her hand. Before turning around and going in, she secretly glanced at Liang Xingyang, as if she believed that he was also here to take advantage.
Liang Xingyang glanced at her indifferently and did not shout or drink. After walking in, he first smelled a strong smell of Chinese medicine, which seemed to be mixed with a faint corpse odor.
Then he met the owner of this Chinese medicine shop, an old man who looked like an old Chinese medicine doctor.
The old man is sitting on a black Taishi chair, wearing sunglasses on his face and blind. The dense age spots on his face look a bit scary, his body is extremely thin, and his whole person exudes a lifeless aura.
"Sit down." The old man raised his hand and greeted.
Liang Xingyang glanced at the Taishi chair opposite the old man, shook his head, and said straight to the point: "I want to buy a few pairs of Chinese medicine. I don't know how much a pair costs?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiaoru gave him a dissatisfied look. , with a slight sneer in his mouth.
“Don’t know your name yet?” the old man said calmly.
"My name is Liang Xingyang. I am an ordinary person. I am currently one of the people in charge of Dachang City. I know this place from Zhang Xianguang's memory and want to buy a few pairs of Chinese medicine for backup." Liang Xingyang thought for a while and said to himself There is really nothing outstanding in front of this old man, so he introduced.
"There is no need to be modest. Although my eyes are blind, my heart is not blind. You are very capable. You are one of the most promising young people I have ever seen. You also count Zhang Xianguang." The old man laughed. Hehe said.
Xiaoru muttered: "Master, I want to buy medicine. How about selling a pair of traditional Chinese medicine for ten yuan?" .
The bank that made ghost money has closed down a long time ago. It is said that it was often robbed, leading to poor management. Nowadays, there is only a very small amount of ghost money circulating in the market. Ten yuan for a pair of traditional Chinese medicine is considered a high price, or even a premium.
"Ten yuan."
Liang Xingyang glanced at Xiaoru who was chattering indifferently, and took out a seven-yuan note and a three-yuan note from his pocket. However, he looked at Xiaoru as if he were looking at a dead person. He was provoked continuously, and no matter how good his temper was, he couldn't help but get angry.
Xiaoru stared at the banknotes on the table with wide eyes. When she reached out to take it away, she was stopped by the old man.
This money is not easy to get. Once the old man dies, Xiaoru, who has lost her asylum, will definitely be liquidated.
It’s not that the old man’s traditional Chinese medicine is not worth the price, but that this kind of woman with no discernment doesn’t even know she has offended others, and will be killed soon after she goes out.
Maybe as soon as the old man left, the woman would have to follow him.
"Hey!" The old man sighed heavily.
"You are in very good condition. I guess you won't need my medicine anymore. Since you insist on buying it, you must leave it for those in need. Xiaoru, go get three packets of medicine. This is a little gift from me to this junior." After the old man finished speaking, he gave Xiaoru a stern look.
Xiao Ru was a little surprised. She looked at the expressionless Liang Xingyang and suddenly realized something. She remained silent and turned around to take out three yellow paper packets from the medicine box.
She stared at Liang Xingyang and said: "Take it."
She was used to seeing ghost controllers who came to ask for medicine in a low voice, but she was still the first to treat people who took money to buy medicine. We met once, although these three medicines were a meeting gift.
"You can see clearly that I don't need this medicine. I bought it for someone else. In fact, it doesn't matter whether I have this medicine or not." Liang Xingyang said seriously instead of accepting the medicine.
"Just think of it as a token of appreciation from the old man. Take the money back. I've lived too long and don't go out much, so I probably don't need the money anymore. Xiaoru!" The old man's voice became stern again.
Xiao Ru's face was a little hot, she stared at the man who was younger than herself, gritted her teeth and said, "I just misunderstood you, and I apologize to you."
Liang Xingyang left her. Take a look and put away your two Gui Qian accepted the apology and took away three packets of medicine. He did not ask about the use of the traditional Chinese medicine. He said directly: "You gave me three packets of medicine. I will remember this kindness."
He was more inclined. Yu buys medicine and then teaches the woman a lesson.
The twenty yuan he got from the headquarters has not been spent yet, but he has no choice but to give face to the old man in front of him who is at least one hundred and twenty years old.
The old man nodded, rubbed his crutches with his wrinkled hands, and muttered: "What do you think of me as an apprentice? I should be able to help you if I stay by your side."
Liang Xingyang refused directly: " I will visit again when I have the opportunity. As for her, if she doesn’t have good eyesight, she might fall into the hands of some ghost master.”
Xiao Ru’s face was cold, and her heart was even more difficult to calm down.
The old man was not surprised. After all, he had just been unhappy. He nodded tiredly: "I can probably hold on for another two years. I hope I will still be alive when you come next time."
"I hope so, see you later."
After Liang Xingyang finished speaking, he left the Chinese medicine store without hesitation.
After walking out of the Chinese medicine shop, I stood outside for a while to dissipate the strong smell of Chinese medicine on my body, and then I used the ghost to rush on my way.
Okawa City.
"I want Li Leping's position."
Liang Xingyang's wrist was dripping with blood, and after the blood fell to the ground, it squirmed and turned into a line of crooked black writing.
soon.
The blood disappeared as if it had been sucked dry by something.
There was a trace of blood on the old cabinet, like red paint, only the size of a fingernail.
There was a sound of items falling from the ghost closet, the lower cabinet door slammed open, and a metal-cased compass rolled out from inside.
Liang Xingyang picked up the compass and followed the direction indicated by the needle.
Maybe it would be more convenient to go directly to the headquarters for help. Li Leping left his number at the headquarters, but it was related to Liang Wensong's memory, and he didn't want anyone else to know about what he did today.
He planned to use a pack of Chinese medicine from the Chinese medicine shop on Li Leping. After all, he had to take away the Forgotten Ghost, and he might kill a captain accidentally.
Li Leping is using the supernatural events of the Forgotten Ghost to forget the murderous rules of the Sleepwalker and let himself take its place.
According to this point in time, the other party may not have successfully transformed into an alien. The role of traditional Chinese medicine is to help him survive and stabilize the supernatural balance that is out of control.
Guixiao was traveling very quickly.
Ten minutes later, Liang Xingyang had arrived at the gate of a luxurious villa.
The roads near the villa are extremely deserted. There are no pedestrians or vehicles, and not even a dog can be seen. Even under the sun, there is a lifeless atmosphere everywhere.
It is conceivable that once it is dark, in the empty city, the audible silence and lifeless gloom will amplify the emotional fear to the greatest extent.
A month ago, the Ghost Shadow Head wreaked havoc in this city, turning the city almost into an empty city, and it has not recovered yet.
The pointer of the metal-shell compass was still turning, which meant that he had not found Li Leping yet.
Liang Xingyang's body disappeared directly, walked into the villa the next second, and then disappeared again and appeared on the third floor of the villa.
"It's daytime now. This guy actually locked himself in a safe house. Aren't he afraid of being locked from the outside? Besides, don't sleepwalkers lose control only at night?"
Liang Xingyang He looked at the locked door of the safe house, grabbed it out of thin air, summoned an iron bar nearby, and planned to pry open the door himself.
However, the next moment, the wall suddenly made a huge roar.
This locked door, or the entire wall, was lifted up by some ingenious mechanism. What people didn't expect was that the door and the lock were just decorations.
The safe house opened in an unexpected way, and a strange man walked out.
Liang Xingyang hesitated and said: "Are you Li Leping?"
The person who controls the Forgotten Ghost is destined to be unable to be remembered by others. Under the supernatural influence of Forgotten, he cannot remember Li Leping. face, only knowing the existence of this person.
"Liang Xingyang, what are you doing here?"
Li Leping stared at the visitor, his eyes empty and numb, but also a little wary.
"Borrow me your Forgotten Ghost!"
Liang Xingyang smiled and tried his best to look more kind, but looking at Li Leping's increasingly darker face, he knew that the other party would definitely not agree, and he even had it in his heart. I kind of want to hit someone.
"This joke is not funny at all!" Li Leping said coldly.
Just as he finished speaking, a dull and suppressed heartbeat suddenly sounded in his ears, accompanied by a slight shock, which made his scalp numb.
Li Leping's expression suddenly changed, his eyes widened as if he were eating someone. He never expected that the other party would be so decisive and attack him directly.
He immediately used the supernatural power of the Forgotten Ghost, but suddenly found that the Li Ghost had no reaction at all, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep. And not only the Forgotten Ghosts, Ghost Smoke Ghosts, Searching Ghosts, and Sleepwalking Ghosts all fell into deep sleep.
This discovery made him panic, and as a consciousness that relied on the supernatural power of the Forgotten Ghost, after the Forgotten Ghost became silent, his consciousness gradually fell into darkness.
He is disappearing.
As soon as this feeling appeared, Li Leping felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and the strong sense of suffocation tortured his consciousness like needle pricks, reminding him that he was really going to die.
But the next second.
The frightening heartbeat stopped, and some kind of unsolvable suppression disappeared.
Li Leping's consciousness was brought back. He was panting heavily, but his eyes were fixed on Liang Xingyang, cold and ruthless, like a beast that chooses people to eat.
Liang Xingyang said: "Now, let's sit down and have a good chat."
"I was almost killed by you!" Li Leping growled.
After experiencing a death crisis, it was difficult for him to calm down.
Liang Xingyang felt that his approach might be inappropriate, but it was the simplest and most effective. At least Li Leping did not refuse directly this time.
"I have no intention of killing you, I just want to use the Forgotten Ghost for a day."
After he finished speaking, he took out a small yellow paper bag and continued: "Your consciousness can be temporarily transferred to The sleepwalking ghost's body came from a traditional Chinese medicine shop with a long history. It can delay the recovery of the sleepwalking ghost, and may also help you speed up the process of becoming an alien. Within today, I will return the Forgotten Ghost, do you still want to refuse?"
A complex look flashed in Li Leping's eyes. Passed away, quickly regained his composure, kept thinking and analyzing, and found that he had no right to refuse.
One minute later.
He said with an indifferent expression: "What you did makes me sigh! I need compensation, such as the information about the Chinese medicine shop you mentioned."
"Of course." Liang Xingyang raised the corners of his mouth and showed a smile.
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