Chapter 1789

Jiang Wuyou said: "yes, let's wait and see. His willingness to hand out this oil paper with Shenjun's handwriting proves that he is willing to help us. I believe he will find a chance to send us a message."

In order not to make trouble for the old man who sells steamed stuffed buns, they consciously go away and wait in a more remote corner.

The red sun is fading, the twilight is coming, and the full moon is in turn, bringing cool and soft night light to the earth.

People began to appear on the quiet streets. The closed shops opened one by one, selling things for ghosts, such as food, clothes, wine, water and smoke, and brothels like the world.

No wonder these ghosts want to come here.

Yuan Jun said: "most of the people who come to these places to enjoy themselves are the officials of the underworld. They come here not only to enjoy themselves, but also to buy a lot of goods for those ghosts who are not qualified to enter the valley of forgetting Sichuan. By the way, they reward themselves. Those hungry ghosts who are ready to take food are in the west of the city. There are special boundaries for them, he said They usually don't come here. Even if they do, they don't have any money to buy anything. Most of the money left behind goes into the pocket of Mingcha, and the rest goes to the Treasury of the underworld. "

Yuan Jun knew everything about the valley like the palm of his hand, because there was such a boundary in the underworld of Xiliang. He had lived there for a period of time and could not be more familiar with it.

There was no Yin Cha who dared to approach them. The smell of Yuan Jun made them dare not even take a second look. When they got to the shop where they were, no Yin Cha or Yin GUI came into it at night.

The boss in the shop endured for a long time, and finally summoned up the courage to come out, put on a fierce look, and said angrily to them, "can't you buy anything? If you don't buy anything, please step aside and don't hinder my business

Yuan Jun threw out a Ming coin and said to the boss, "are these enough to buy everything in your shop?"

The boss took the money and looked at it. A smile immediately appeared on his pale face: "of course enough, of course enough, you are free, at will!"

Zhu Yan waved to the boss who turned to walk away: "come here, I'll ask you something."

The boss came back quickly and said to Zhu Yan with a smile: "if you ask me, I will say everything I know."

Zhu Yan pointed to the bun shop in the distance and said, "how can there be a living man selling steamed buns here?"

The boss said with a smile, "what's so strange about living people selling steamed stuffed buns here? Don't you come here to play? Tired of playing, can't eat? "

Yuan Jun frowned and said in a deep voice, "speak well!"

The boss was shocked by Yuan Jun's sudden cold. He stood up straight and said, "yes, I'll say it well. We all call that old man Han Lao. He has been selling steamed buns here for more than 200 years. No one knows why he wants to sell steamed buns here, but I heard that he is not a real human."

"Not human? Is it a ghost Jiang Xin asked.

The boss quickly shook his head and said, "of course, it's not a ghost. I mean, he's different from you. He's not a real human. He's just transformed into a human. It's said that he's a divine beast. I don't know what it is. No one has ever seen his real body."

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