Tianting Garbage Recycling King

Chapter 702 You Are Interesting

I just hesitated in front of the booth and stood there for about 5 minutes, as if there were good things here but I couldn't figure it out.

The little squad leader simply squatted down, he couldn't get his mouth around this kind of thing.

"Cough cough,"

The stall owner coughed, but didn't say much.

I have been in this business for a long time, and there are many customers who squat in front of the booth for an hour or two. A few minutes is really nothing.

At present, the temperature at night in this month is actually a bit low. The stall owner seems to be afraid of the cold by wrapping his clothes around his body.

Fan Denglong raised his head and glanced at him again, and then said calmly: "I have been ill for a long time, and I have persistent illnesses on my body. It is better to treat him as soon as possible."

"you are a doctor?"

The stall owner gave Fan Denglong a surprised look.

"I have dabbled in the art of distorting yellow, and it happens that I have a little understanding of your disease."

Fan Denglong replied lightly, instead of looking at the four-legged tripod on the booth, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lit one on his own.

I had smoked with the squad leader before, but he didn't smoke or drink, saying it was to maintain a good state.

"It's not been a month or two since you've been sick. It's estimated to be at least three years old."

Slowly exhaling a puff of smoke, Fan Denglong continued to talk eloquently: "It is a slow poison, and once it occurs, it will be painful."

"Well, I observed very carefully."

The stall owner gave an evaluation as if nothing had happened.

"Give me your hand if you don't mind."

Fan Denglong crouched on the ground and continued.

The stall owner thought for a moment before reaching out his hand.

Putting his hand on the artery of his wrist, calming down, Fan Denglong couldn't help frowning, and said: "It seems that the old man is not a simple person."

"Oh, what do you say?"

The stall owner was also interested and looked at Fan Denglong with a smile on his face.

"Test me?"

Fan Denglong glanced at the stall owner hesitantly, then walked around to the back of the stall like a familiarity, sat down next to the stall owner, looked around like a thief, and then said: "You are so hurt, once you are in the dark There will be an attack in the sky, and the whole body will be itchy, tens of thousands of insects are eating your meridians and internal organs, and the pain is life-and-death."

"It's kind of moral, indeed,"

The stall owner said to Fan Denglong approvingly.

"Looking at you like this, I'm not sure."

Ordinary people, if they encounter this kind of injury, they will probably call out the doctor and beg for help when they meet someone who can see through their symptoms at a glance. The indifference of the stall owner is a little unreasonable.

"It's been three years, and I'm used to it, or numb."

The stall owner said in a neutral tone, with a taste of seeing through life and death.

"If that's the case, then I won't mind my own business."

The cigarette was almost finished, so Fan Denglong simply got up and planned to go to other stalls.

Everyone has their own secrets, and since they don't need themselves here, they don't bother to be cheeky and take the initiative to shine.

"Since you are here, please sit down for a while. I see that you have been wandering here for a long time and you don't seem to find anything you like. You may not be able to gain anything if you continue walking."

"It's not certain,"

Fan Denglong felt that the stall owner was a bit interesting, and he came out to set up a stall in the middle of the night, but he didn't want to do business.

"In the entire ghost market, only my place has the most complete four-legged tripod. There are very few such things in other stalls."

The stall owner said lightly.

"If I don't have what you're looking for here, let alone the others."

"Forget it, since you have this spare time, let's chat."

Fan Denglong thought for a while, finding the Kyushu Ding depends entirely on character, so he simply sat down again.

"With such medical skills at such a young age, Master must not be an unknown person."

Although the stall owner looked pale and frail, Fan Denglong estimated that his actual age was only in his thirties.

"Master Xinglin, do you think it's amazing?"

Fan Denglong grinned, and took out a cigarette from his pocket to pass to the stall owner. The latter waved his hand and took out a bamboo smoke tube from the side of Xiao Mazha, "I am more energetic,"

Light it up, take a sip, the taste is very strong, and there is a little suppressive herb mixed in the middle.

"No matter how beautiful the past was, once the root of the disease has fallen, it will only be the end of life."

Fan Denglong couldn't help sighing, "Actually, we can make a deal."

In fact, Fan Denglong probably guessed a little about the identity of the stall owner, and he exuded a gloomy coldness. This does not mean that he is a cruel person, but that he often deals with the dead and lives in the dark.

"you are interesting,"

The stall owner chuckled, obviously not proficient in antiques but still come to this kind of place.

"According to what you say, more than half of the people in this ghost market are interested."

"You're different from them,"

The stall owner put down his bong.

"To be honest, I have long looked down on this injury. It can be regarded as the retribution of heaven's law. It can be regarded as God's gift to let me live these few years in a normal way."

"It sounds like you have done a lot of outrageous things before. Did you dig up other people's ancestral graves?"

The small squad leader couldn't help but said aloud, he always felt that the stall owner in front of him was a little too pretentious.

Unexpectedly, the stall owner smiled awe-inspiringly, showing his white teeth, "Yes, and there are more than one."

The squad leader curled his lips.

"I can attest that he's telling the truth,"

Fan Denglong added on the side: "If you do too many harmful things, there will always be a day when the gutter will capsize."

In fact, the reason why the stall owner became like this is because he was poisoned by corpse poison when he opened the coffin. It is a terrible thing similar to Gu poison. Better to die.

Every cloudy day, it's like there are countless insects biting in your body, and they won't kill you once, and you won't let it go without torture for three to five years.

Such things generally only exist in some tombs that were extremely wealthy during their lifetime.

The reason why Fan Denglong knew so clearly was thanks to Liang Fan's records of famous doctors and his rich practice records, which gave him a precious wealth.

"I have dug too many ancestral graves in my life. Even after I die, I will definitely go to the [-]th floor of hell. As for me, I can see it."

"Actually, I'm most interested in whose grave you dug that time."

"Have you ever heard of Gai Bianbin, a wealthy country?"

Fan Denglong and the squad leader shook their heads in bewilderment, they had only heard of this word before.

"This four-legged tripod was dug out from his tomb,"

The stall owner picked out a four-legged tripod from a pile of things, "I lost three old brothers because of this thing."

There was a hint of sadness in his eyes, as if the past was still vivid in his mind.

(End of this chapter)