The host of Kuaichuan is super rich

Chapter 493 No. 9 Huaiyin Street 20
"As you can see, this old man is probably the longest-lived person on our street, and maybe I know a little more than others."

Mr. Zhong seems to have seen the past, his eyes looked into the distance.

His expression was slightly melancholy, "Actually, I watched Xiu'er grow up. When she was learning her skills, she often came to me..."

When people are old, they probably especially like to remember.

Mr. Zhong is like this.

Qin Wushuang was not in a hurry, and did not urge Mr. Zhong to speak, but just listened quietly.

Then I realized that her mother had known Mr. Zhong when she was a child. Indeed, Mr. Zhong treated her mother as if she were a friend's daughter, and loved her very much.

Even in many cases, the old man will protect her mother.

Therefore, Mr. Zhong knew most of what Qin Wushuang's mother did.

Including who Qin's mother has seen problems with and helped, so when Mr. Zhong saw Qin Wushuang this time.

I feel as if I saw Tian Xiu when I was young, very lively.

It's as if Mr. Zhong Lao has returned to his youth, instead of being so old now.

"Xiao Shuang, you must inherit all of your mother's skills in order to cope with the next thing. Tomorrow is the Ghost Festival, so you should be more careful. Grandpa knows that you came back for the anniversary of your mother's death, but what accidents will happen on this day? I don't know! You must be fully prepared, Grandpa is ready, it is not suitable to go with you, there is something here that you must take, "

Mr. Zhong put down the teacup in his hand, stood up and left the chair, and walked towards the inner room of the pharmacy.

Qin Wushuang was sitting on a chair in the outer hall of the pharmacy, wondering what Mr. Zhong was going to give him.

After a while, Mr. Zhong came out with a piece of wrapped cloth in his hand.

One look and you can tell that the cloth is quite old!
Old Mr. Zhong put the cloth on the table between them, and then closed the door of the pharmacy.

After opening the cloth, there was something like a small gourd inside, strung together by red threads.

"This is something left over from my Zhong family. It can ward off evil spirits and avoid disasters. You wear it around your neck, so you can't take it off, you know?"

Qin Wushuang picked up the little gourd, which was about the size of a little fingertip. It was emerald green, clear and alluring.

"Grandpa Zhong, since this is left by the ancestor of the Zhong family, how can you give it to me? I'm not fit to take it away either."

Qin Wushuang put down the small gourd pendant, and saw the cloth under the pendant. The cloth was gray, but there seemed to be a puddle of blood inside!
It's been a long time, and the blood color has not faded, and even became more vivid!
"This piece of cloth was actually given to me by your mother back then, and now I am useless as an old man, so I will give it to you."

Qin Wushuang was stunned, what's wrong with giving, why did he give a piece of bloody cloth?

Why do you always feel a little evil?

Mr. Zhong continued to put the gourd pendant in the cloth, then wrapped it up, and pushed it towards Qin Wushuang.

"You have to keep it."

"You probably don't know, Grandpa Zhong, I have no descendants in my life. If I don't give it to you, these things will be taken away by someone who cares. You have to keep them, you know? These things are of great use to you."

After Mr. Zhong finished speaking, he picked up his teacup and took a sip of hot tea.

Then he didn't speak any more.

(End of this chapter)