I have the fairy medicine book

Chapter 333 Fear, Fear...

"When I was young, I was so poor that I couldn't afford to wear shoes. I walked a lot of bare feet. I practiced it a long time ago. Don't worry about it."

Wang Yuchuan smiled and didn't refuse. Putting on the pair of yellow rubber shoes, they didn't fit very well, but they were okay.

"Thank you, old man," he said with a smile.

"All right, all right, let's go home first." The elder turned his head and cracked his whip, and drove the flock of sheep to the village.he
With hands behind their backs, they followed behind the flock, humming a ditty as they walked.

Wang Yuchuan walked side by side with him leisurely, and after walking for less than 10 minutes, Wang Yuchuan returned home with him.

A low, small private house stood in front of him, and the gate was still the kind with a gate.

Wang Yuchuan scanned around and found that the old man's neighbors all built big tile houses with blue bricks, which shows that the old man's family is not rich.

"Do you have children?" Wang Yuchuan asked casually.

The old man stopped unlocking the lock, and a look of sadness appeared on his face. Only then did Wang Yuchuan notice that there was a golden plaque on the lintel of his house that said the family members of the martyrs.

A trace of guilt spread in his heart.

"Hey, there was a flood in the south a few years ago. My son followed the big army to rescue and rescue the disaster, but he was accidentally swept into it by the big waves. Don't mention it, don't mention it, it's all gone." He said. Opened the door: "Come in, baby, this is the only condition at home, don't hold it against you."

"I'm sorry, I didn't know." Wang Yuchuan thought for a while and bowed to apologize.

"You are too polite, baby." The old man put his hand on his shoulder and tugged at him: "Come in, are you hungry? I'll go to the canteen to buy some snacks later, and you can have a drink with me." cup."

Mu Lili's death was always on his chest, and he was unhappy, and wanted to drink some wine to vent.

So he readily agreed, the old man smiled until the corners of his eyes creases, patted him on the shoulder, and pulled him into the door.

The old man first went to drive the sheep into the sheepfold, and then he pointed to the small bungalow next to the sheepfold: "Son, you go take a bath first, I remember there are some clothes of my son in the cabinet, and I I'll find it for you."

After finishing speaking, he walked into the house, and when he was about to reach the door, he stopped suddenly, turned around and explained: "Don't worry, those clothes were issued to him by the army. My son gave them to me, and I am reluctant to wear them. It's all new."

Wang Yuchuan remembered that in the countryside, people generally believed that it was unlucky to wear clothes worn by dead people. No wonder the old man made a special explanation.

Wang Yuchuan suddenly felt a little heartwarming: "It's okay, sir, I don't dislike anything."

"You are a good person, you are polite and reasonable." After that, he got into the main room and came out holding a camouflage uniform that was still in a sealed bag.

"The government is good. At the beginning of this year, the big leader personally came to the door and brought the construction team to repair a shower room for me. I even took a photo with the big leader and said that this is a benefit for the families of the martyrs. Special care."

The old man probably hadn't spoken to anyone for a long time, and he seemed to be eloquent as soon as he opened the chat box.

Wang Yuchuan was just listening with a smile. Seeing the old man talking so happily, Wang Yuchuan's mood improved a lot. At least, he felt like a human being.

After chatting for more than half an hour, the old man realized that he had talked too much. Until now, he hadn't even taken a shower.

He always blushed, feeling embarrassed: "Why didn't you remind me? It's been a long time since I had such a happy conversation with anyone. You take a shower first, and I'll go to the canteen."

"Master, how can I ask you to spend money? Let's eat whatever we have at home. I don't pick my mouth."

"You think I have no money, your uncle?" The old man patted the tattered satchel on his waist boldly: "We have money, but we have no place to spend it. Just wait, I will go out and buy you a big bag." Roast chicken to eat."

"That's not what I meant." Wang Yuchuan hurriedly explained.

"Okay, okay, I know you are kind, you don't need to save money for your uncle, we have money." The old man waved his hand, turned his head and walked out, and when he was almost at the door, he murmured in a low voice: "My son doesn't have money." Now, who will save the money for? Money can’t be brought into the coffin.”

This sentence was also heard by Wang Yuchuan, and the mood that had just been relaxed became dull again.

He walked into the shower room, took off his clothes and threw them aside.

He looked up at himself in the mirror, and there was a hideous and terrifying monster pattern faintly visible in the tight and well-proportioned muscle lines.

He raised his hand and slowly traced the lines of the monster's pattern with one finger, and that pattern was clearly his appearance as a hungry ghost.

Wang Yuchuan couldn't help but see the image of him swallowing and abandoning his soul, and a feeling of vomiting welled up in his throat, and then he lay down on the sink and retched.

An evil aura spread out silently, and a gangster on a motorcycle happened to pass by here.

The little gangster slammed the brakes, turned his head to look at the old man's residence, the evil aura passed over his head, and then, a group of red lights flashed away in his eyes.

There was a thoughtful expression on his face. After a long time, he released the brake, stepped on the clutch, and rode his motorcycle straight to the county seat.

The name of this little gangster is Sun Xiangshan. He has been fooling around in society before graduating from high school, and he knows a lot of gangsters.

At this time, an evil idea was slowly brewing in his mind.

On the other side, the old man happily walked home with a bottle of Lao Bai Gan, a pack of roast chicken, and some marinated eggs, ham sausage, and peanut kernels. He knew nothing about all of this.

Xiaowen put the revolver on the coffee table, Wu Yong looked at the revolver suspiciously, hesitated for a long time, then he reached out to pick up the revolver and looked at it carefully.

Like Xiaowen, his attention also fell on the badge engraved on the handle of the gun.

"What's going on?" He asked Xiaowen.

"I went to find my friend, he gave me this gun, and told us to think about it carefully." Xiaowen pursed his lips, his expression slightly nervous: "This time, the target you gave me is not small, Not only does he have a close relationship with Longbao, but there seems to be a larger organization standing behind him."

"You are telling the truth." Wu Yong put the revolver on the coffee table: "Longbao? What is that?"

"State M owns the CIA, State Y owns MI[-], and the former Soviet Union has the KGB, but the sum of these famous intelligence agencies can't compare to Longbao's half a finger. If Black Caesar was killed by Longbao's agents, then he It’s not wrong to die at all.”

Xiaowen's words made Wu Yong feel like he was falling into an ice cave. He didn't expect Wang Yuchuan's background to be so tough.His eyes fell on the emblem carved on the gun handle again, and he subconsciously held his breath.

The faces of the two became extremely gloomy at this moment.

(End of this chapter)