Chapter 25

Go around the huge craters to the end of silver grape street, then follow the cobblestone breakwater and continue to the West.

A hundred or so witus' guards, with cigarettes in their mouths, were like silent fireflies, more than a hundred feet apart, following Joe.

Joe came to the trestle leading to the old fort. A team of army, navy and police jointly set up a sentry to block the road to the old fort.

Looking at the brightly lit sentry in the distance, Joe continued to walk along the breakwater.

After a short time, a field full of tents suddenly appeared. This is the transfer yard of the No.1 old wharf of Tulun port. People come and go on weekdays. Large cargoes from the fleets of various chambers of commerce are piled up here. Countless people are busy transporting these goods to warehouses.

Old pier No.1 used to be the freight core of port Tulun. This transfer yard covers a huge area and can accommodate tens of thousands of people.

Tonight, the square is full of tents. The iron gray tents in Yishui should be the field tents contributed by the garrison of port Tulun.

There were soldiers and police patrolling around, and the tent was full of low voice crying and angry cursing.

More than 2000 families' houses were destroyed by shelling. Thousands of people had nowhere to go except those who died and those who were in the homes of neighbors and friends. The city hall of port Tulun set up a temporary rescue point here.

During the day of the 16th, these people surrounded the city hall.

Now there are patrols around the rescue site, obviously to avoid this happening again.

Joe looked at the tent from a distance, around the transfer yard, into a dim light road. On the way, a team of Army soldiers stopped Joe and the family guard behind him. Joe showed the special investigation team's identification, so it was unimpeded.

In the small road less than 20 feet wide, a few street lamp posts were scattered. The old gas lamps were weak, and the dim lights made the road bright and dark. Several wild dogs curled up beside the wooden boxes and other sundries on the roadside. When they heard Joe's footsteps, some of them were frightened and jumped out to yell.

In Joe's pupil, the crimson light whirled and the magic array of three circles and six pointed stars appeared.

Several wild dogs were suddenly stiff. They picked up their tails and made a dying whine. While urinating, they staggered and ran away.

This is yaolu street, which is quite famous in port Tulun.

Nearly half of the medicine shops in port Tulun, nearly half of the doctors with medical licensing, and nearly half of the pharmacists and so on. In short, nearly half of all the drug related businesses in port Tulun are in this street.

At night, many shops on both sides of yaolu street were still half open.

This is the port of Tulun. It is the No.1 old wharf. It is the area with the highest density of sailors. There are almost three steps to a pub and ten steps to a chaotic place of entertainment. On weekdays, every night there will be drunken sailors fighting here.

On average, there are about ten sword wounded patients and one or two unlucky gunshot wounds every night. There are countless other injuries.

The shops in yaolu Street are used to opening business at night.

And indeed, their business at night is much better than during the day.

Joe walked right in the middle of the road, came to the back of the Rue du yaolu, and entered a small medicine shop with a narrow front door less than ten feet wide.

The guards of the Ritu family, scattered in groups, huddled in the street, quietly smoking. In the dark, as like as two peas, the cigarette butts are constantly on the rise.

In the small medicine shop, three walls are wooden medicine cabinet, a small drawer above, inlaid with thin sheet iron, engraved with the names of various herbs.

Opposite the door, is a long counter, a row of head size glass jars, neatly stacked on the counter.

Through the glass jar, which is not very clean and fuzzy, you can see the terrible things soaked in the jar. Snakes, centipedes, scorpions, and all kinds of weird animal limbs. The contents of these jars filled the drugstore with a kind of gloomy and terrible feeling.

Two old copper lamps clubbed at the left and right ends of the counter. The half bright lights made the pharmacy very dim.

There is a small space between the counter and the medicine cabinet, "creak, crunch". There is a continuous sound of rubbing utensils. The temperature in the medicine shop is higher than that outside, and the air is filled with a strange smell.

"Uncle, I told you at least 20 times that if you throw the magic potion from these jars into the sea, your business will be at least 100 times better." Joe went to the counter and knocked at it easily.

"The people of Hong Kong don't mind that some of them can be made into magic potions, such as dried herbs, dried roots, and even dried by human beings. But these wonderful little creatures are all poisonous ones. No one can stand them

"They will never believe that these are good medicine to cure diseases."

Behind the counter, a thin man was squatting on the ground. In front of him was a small carbon stove. A copper crucible was standing on the stove. A pot of thick slurry was bubbling with bubbles.On the man's head, there is a piece of bald spot, which is clearly the scar burned by high temperature. The hair follicle on the bald spot is completely damaged, and there is no hair on the mottled bald spot. Apart from these bald spots, the other parts of the man's head are full of hair. His black half long hair is tied into a dozen thin braids, which are scattered behind him.

Hearing Joe's words, the man held a copper bar and gently stirred the juice in the crucible, slowly raising his head.

In the dim light, Rao is Joe has seen this face countless times, he is still a stagnant heart, subconsciously took a cold breath.

This is a ferocious face completely destroyed by the high temperature.

Two ears were almost burned, leaving only a small part of the outer ear hanging on the head; eyebrows were gone, two eyes were askew, one was pulled up and the other was pulled down; nose and ear were almost completely destroyed, revealing two black holes; the burnt mouth lip was askew, and the corner of the mouth that could not be closed was continuously soaked with saliva.

From the face, to the neck, to the upper body of the open shirt, there are twisted, mottled burns.

Such a face is exactly like some evil spirits in the Folktales of port Tulun.

This man is also a well-known figure in the vicinity of the old pier No. 1. Because of his grimace, which was burned by fire, people who know him call him "grimace shopkeeper".

For a long time, everyone forgot the real name of the grimace shopkeeper, and "grimace" became his name.

They are gloomy, gloomy, ugly and silent. They never take the initiative to deal with people. Moreover, the medicines sold are strange and strange. They are more like poisons than potions.

There is only one answer to whom you go to consult. There is no doubt that the drugstore of the grimace shopkeeper is the one with the worst business in port Tulun.

Joe reached for the pill in his pocket in the corner of his coat.

Only he, as well as a very few people in port Tulun, knew that the grimace shopkeeper still had some skills. I don't care about the effect of this life-saving Pill on Joe. Let's say that three years ago, the old Baron in TURUN harbor, who was over 90 years old, successfully conceived her newly married 16-year-old lady. This is the credit of the grimace shopkeeper!

Joe even remembers that the first time he met the grimace shopkeeper was when he was 12 years old and had a fight with the Welsh kids with a guard. As a result, the little boy of the wells family played in the shade and ambushed several times the hands. Joe was accidentally swung a stick behind his back and was beaten to vomit blood on the spot.

After the guard was cut off, Joe, who had vomited blood, fled the "battlefield" and rushed into yaolu street.

Qiao fainted in the medicine stove street, and was picked up by the grimace shopkeeper. A bowl of extremely difficult and suspicious medicine juice made Joe recover from his internal injury in only half an hour.

From then on, Qiao got acquainted with the grimace shopkeeper. Later, his relationship became better and better. He even introduced a small share of his smuggling business to the grimace shopkeeper, so as to subsidize his half dead and cold-blooded drugstore.

The grimace shopkeeper blinked his eyes and stared at Joe for a while. Then his voice was hoarse, like a leaky bellows, and "Gaga" laughed: "open the sea of strength? Congratulations, master Joe

"Weitu's wealth is so great that there is no shortage of medicine and breathing method?" The grimace shopkeeper picked up the hot copper crucible and poured down the boiling juice.

He straightened up his neck and kept making a strange "cluck cluck" sound from his throat. The grimace shopkeeper was convulsed all over. After a long time, a large amount of sticky sweat came out of his body, and he slowly relaxed his tight and spasmodic body.

Joe looked at him a little worried.

He has seen the grimace shopkeeper drink hot medicine juice for dozens of times. How can he not be scalded to death?

What a miracle!

"Of course, there is no shortage of medicine and breath." Joe was elated and took out the prescription from the Laplacian trade: "come to see you today, there are other things, by the way, identify this for me!"

"That's good So... " Putting down the copper crucible, the grimace shopkeeper was about to ask Joe what he had done in the middle of the night when his eyes were suddenly attracted by the bronze paper.

He got close to the paper, staring at the small and dense handwriting on the paper for a long time, stretched out his right hand and drew it in the air.

Joe looked greedily at the right hand of the grimace shopkeeper.

The merciful muteste, the whitest, slender, soft and clean hand Joe had ever seen in his life.

Better than his mother Leah's hands, better than his sister Tifa's.

The whole body was burned like a ghost, and the face shopkeeper had only two hands No, it's two forearms and palms. It's just like a work of art carved by gods. It's so beautiful.

Joe more than once fantasy, grimace shopkeeper was not burned before, he must be a beautiful man of evil?

"Cluck, funny." The face shopkeeper gently breathed a breath: "very interesting formula. The primary power potion is five times higher in unit energy density than the basic strength potion currently used in the Empire. What's more interesting is that there are very few impurities in this preparation method. ""What's more, the material is very cheap, and the preparation is not difficult. This is a perfect prescription, and the profit will be much higher than that of the basic strength medicine."

The grimace shopkeeper shivered violently and forced a smile to look at Joe.

"Good things, very good things. What do you want to do with it? " The face shopkeeper tapped the prescription: "but, master Qiao, it's hot. This prescription It's easy to get into trouble, big trouble. "

Joe frowned. It seems that Laplacian's prescription is a little too good?

Across the road, in a dentist's shop with half open doors, a woman's murmur came.

"Great mu, is this, haunted?"

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