Chapter 339 The deal with Sister Hong
A strange wooden door slowly opened, and whispers came from the pitch black darkness, as if someone was communicating inside.
Sun Rui looked at the door on the wall warily. If a ghost ran out of the darkness, he would have to fight off the ghost behind the door at any time.
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. It would be nice if I could replenish the stock, and then buy one for him."
Sun Rui He 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 there are medicines for ghost diseases.
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 the resurrection of ghosts.
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.
Even if there is no answer, you can still get some inspiration.
I happened to meet him today and decided to come over.
Sun Rui limped and led the way. After walking out of the alley, he walked towards the Chinese medicine shop again.
“What are you doing here again.”
Xiaoru stood at the door and looked impatiently at Sun Rui who was walking towards him, but when she saw the person next to him, her expression couldn’t help but change. Change: "Liang Xingyang."
Sister Hong has a smile on her face Smiling, he shouted toward the inside: "Old man, there are distinguished guests coming to the door today. Why don't you come out and meet these promising young people."
A small voice sounded in the dim Chinese medicine shop, and a man's face was full of tears. The wrinkled old man walked out slowly with a cane.
The three of them came to the door of the Chinese medicine shop.
Liang Xingyang and Yang Jian were also surprised: "Sister Hong? What a coincidence."
"The visitor is a guest, come in and sit down."
The old man's old face showed A little smile, and a burst of vitality emerged from the rotten death air all over his body.
Everyone walked into the Chinese medicine shop.
"The black Taishi chair in the ancient residence of Zhangdong."
Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, he opened his ghost eyes, looked at the furnishings inside, and found a black chair.
After Liang Xingyang took his seat, he went straight to the point: "I want to buy a few packs of Chinese medicine."
There was no surprise on the old man's face, and he actually asked: "How many packs do you want?"
"Master!" Xiaoru spoke at this time, wanting to stop the old man's selfless dedication, but the old man reached out to stop him.
"The resuscitation of ghosts is a disease, and it must be treated."
The old man's old voice revealed a kind of determination.
He lived a long time, surviving six teammates to death. Even Mr. Qin, who was younger than him, could not compare with him.
Mr. Qin is now voluntarily sealed into the golden statue, saving his last breath for the headquarters, and his life and death are still unknown.
He provides special Chinese medicine to the ghost controllers for free to alleviate the resurgence of the ghosts. He just wants to see the hope of solving the source of the supernatural while he is still alive. This is why he is struggling to support himself and refuses to die. obsession.
"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. Colorful ghosts Money, "I have fifty yuan on hand, which can be exchanged for some medicines."
With the passing of the elderly in the Republic of China, special Chinese medicines will sooner or later be like ghost money and scapegoats, no longer circulating, so reserve more as soon as possible A few, you can never go wrong.
The loose skin on the old man's face stretched out, and his slumped 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 seen A young man named Li Leping, I am very happy that my medicine can help Him."
"Xiaoru, go get ten packs of medicine. No, get four more packs. The other two young men will come to visit. You can't leave without a greeting gift." Just eighteen yuan, you take back the rest.”
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.
Liang Xingyang's eyes moved slightly. Seeing the old man's decisive attitude, he took out a few pieces of ghost money and handed it over.
Xiao Ru'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.
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 black color in an ancient house in the forest. The chair with the body of an old man sitting on it , we once buried him."
The old man sighed: "Well, then I have to thank you for him. You young people are very powerful, just like us, we are the most powerful. The group of people who hope.”
Yang Jian said seriously: "You really know him..."
While the two were chatting,
Sister Hong stood at the door, waved her hand gently, and said: "Liang Xingyang , come out."
Sun Rui's eyes moved at the side, and 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 felt that he had accidentally come into contact with some secrets of the supernatural world today. Listening to the old man telling the story at that time, he was so excited that it was difficult to distract himself.
"Kings are easy to liquidate, but huge ghost ships are not easy to solve. When necessary, Sister Hong should be asked 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 take a look. look.
To look at the problem, we must grasp the main contradiction.
In the Ark Project, the ghost ship is undoubtedly the most important problem.
As long as the ghost ship is eliminated, the kings in the now-insignificant king organization can use the ghost cabinet to guide them to hunt one by one.
Outside the traditional Chinese medicine shop.
"You're here."
Sister Hong stood here under a dim street lamp. The dim light reflected her charming figure. She never moved, quietly waiting for the visitor. The evening wind came and ruffled the long black hair.
Liang Xingyang’s face was calm, and after he approached unhurriedly, he stopped and waited quietly for her next words.
“Have you always been so reserved?” Sister Hong smiled slightly.
Liang Xingyang had some suspicions in his heart: "You are a person who has lived a second life, and what is involved in you is all the old things from the Republic of China period. The risk of getting involved is too great."
Sister Hong was a little surprised and looked at him intently: "Did you see it?"
"I need to take a supernatural bus to go somewhere, and in Liu Qingqing's memory, you are the only one who has the ability to drive a bus. I have the ability, you have to help me!”
Liang Xingyang’s eyes moved slightly, and he said thoughtfully: “Yes, but there are conditions. If I help you, you also want to help me?"
Sister Hong said with a smile: "Deal? What are your conditions? Difficult, you know, I am not Zhang Youhong."
Liang Xingyang said without hesitation: "Help me bury the ghost ship!"
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