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"That's how things are." Enduring the pain, He Musheng intermittently finished talking about his experience after saying goodbye yesterday, and looked at the expressionless Si Buhui with expectant eyes, "Brother Immortal, please help me, I don't want to die yet"

Si Buhui neither agreed nor refused, but just stood there staring at He Musheng's hands covered with red bumps.

"Please help me, as long as you can cure my illness, I will give you any amount of money." He Musheng's voice has turned into a wail, his fingers can no longer be straightened due to swelling and pain, and he wants to go to Lasi without regret , but looked at the other party's white arm, and sadly withdrew his hand to his side.

He Chen couldn't bear it, he couldn't help turning his head away, watching Si Buhui's movements from the corner of his eye.

Si Buhui still didn't move, as if someone had pressed the still button on his body, and he remained in place for a long time without moving.

He Musheng talked for a while, then cried for another round, Si Buhui finally moved, he took two steps towards He Musheng, He Musheng's eyes immediately lit up, "Are you finally willing to save me?"

As a result, Si Buhui bent down and looked closely at He Musheng's fingers.He Chen, who was watching the whole process, reached out and covered his eyes.

It is clear that He Musheng is older than the two of them, but He Musheng feels that he is suppressed by the little brother in front of him and dare not move. He obviously hasn't said a word, but he even breathes a lot easier unconsciously.

After Si Buhui looked at it quietly for a while, he suddenly straightened up again, "Extend your hand."

"Hmm..." He Musheng was stunned for a moment, and quickly realized that he stretched out both hands in ecstasy and spread them out in front of Si Buhui, "Oh, oh, ok, ok."

Si Buhui took a can of toothpicks from the table, took a piece of white paper and put it under He Musheng's hands, and gently scratched the crevices of his nails with the toothpick, He Chen saw that he actually scraped a lot of white spots from the crevices. powder.

Si Buhui spread the paper on the table, leaned over and patted Corgi's head lightly, "Go get my gourd down."

He Chen just wanted to remind him "Our corgi is a cat, not a dog", but the corgi, who is usually lazy and unwilling to move, suddenly jumped upstairs, but after a while, he ran back with a small gourd in his mouth.

Corgi jumped onto the stool at once, put the gourd next to the paper containing the powder, raised his head and wagged his tail twice at He Chen, that posture was really a bit like a real Corgi.

"Sure, son." He Chen couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive, "You were not like this when Dad trained you to hold drinks."

Corgi looked at the delicate little ribbon on the handle of the gourd, then looked up at the row of slippery cans on the drink cabinet, and gave He Chen a big roll of his eyes in a very cat-like way.

Si Buhui unplugged the gourd, shook it lightly a few times, and spilled some liquid onto the white paper. He Chen noticed that the transparent liquid, after touching the white powder scraped from between He Musheng's nails, It quickly turned blood red.

Inappropriately, He Chen's mind thought of litmus reagent and h test paper when he was doing chemical experiments in high school, but judging from years of experience in watching TV, this white powder is probably poisonous.

Sure enough, after seeing the liquid turn blood red, Si Buhui frowned slightly and said, "You are poisoned."

He Musheng himself took a deep breath, and quickly began to think about where he might have gotten these horrible white powders along the way yesterday. The blood red looked more and more like human blood, which made him quite uncomfortable.

"Such a god." Before He Musheng could finish his sentence, Si Buhui frowned again, and corrected him, "I'm not a god, my name is Si Buhui."

"Oh, Brother Nasi," He Musheng immediately changed his words, "What kind of poison have I been poisoned?"

Si Buhui said frankly, "The medicinal spring water of the Si family can only be tested for toxicity, and I don't know what the specific poison is."

Not knowing what the specific poison is, means that it is impossible to prescribe the right medicine. Most of the light in He Musheng's eyes went out. He only felt the scorching pain on the part of his face where he scratched, and the non-painful part soon felt itchy , like a new wave of rashes is about to sprout.He resisted the urge to scratch, and asked persistently, "Is there an antidote that can cure all kinds of poisons?"

Si Buhui shook his head, and as if he suddenly thought of something, he shook the gourd, turned the stopper slightly in the opposite direction and opened it, and poured out two pills the size of quail eggs from the gourd.He handed the pill to He Musheng, whose eyes were dim. "This is the Qinghuo pill made by the Si family. Although it can't cure all poisons, it can temporarily suppress the poison." He Chen said nothing.

He Chen didn't speak, but nodded slightly to Si Buhui.Although the two of them didn't have any verbal communication, He Chen felt that he understood what Si Buhui meant. He was thinking about his sentence yesterday, "I will learn to do housework from tomorrow", and didn't directly agree to help He Musheng, so he asked own opinion.

This person.He Chen slightly bent his lips.The kind-hearted young master who admits death, why was he tricked by his incomprehensible grandpa to come here to be his little helper?

With He Chen's approval, Si Buhui's eyes were obviously a little happy, and he said to He Musheng, "I can help you find out what it is, but I don't guarantee that I will be able to find out."

He Musheng was already at the end of his rope, and he felt that his time was approaching. Seeing that this fairy-like little brother agreed to try to save him, it was a bright future for him.He Musheng happily forgot the pain for a while, and thanked Si Buhui repeatedly, "Thank you, thank you."

"If I can find out, I will definitely give you all my property. If I can't find out," He Musheng smiled wryly, "That means my fate is bad, and I can't blame you, little brother."

He Chen felt a little uncomfortable when he heard that, he clearly tasted the fried noodles he made in the shop the day before yesterday, but today he has turned into such a state that he can't eat anything.He stood up and said to He Musheng, "Boss He, why don't you come to have lunch with us, and I'll make you some convenient egg porridge."

He Musheng cared about the pain in his body, no matter how good the delicious food tasted, it would be tasteless now, but he really didn't have the heart to find something else to eat, so he thanked He Chen, "Thank you Boss He, you and Si Brother is really a good person."

He Chen, who received the good person card, sighed, and went to the back kitchen to wash rice and cook porridge.

In the front hall, Si Buhui and He Musheng were sitting opposite each other, and Corgi lay lazily on the table, spreading himself out like a cat cake.

"Have you met any strange people since you came to Huaicheng?" Si Buhui originally planned to pin the gourd back to his waist, but when he lowered his head, he realized that he was wearing He Chen's clothes today, so he could only hold the gourd in his hand superior.

After He Musheng thought about it, the strangest thing was probably Si Buhui who was sitting at the same table with him now. He was about to shake his head when he suddenly remembered the stall owner who sold him the map. He accompanied Wang Liandai that day. The packed double-faced yellow walked back, and it seemed that his stall was empty. "Ah, I remembered that the stall owner who sold me the map was a little strange."

He Chen poured the washed rice into the pot, sprinkled some condiments, put the pot on the stove, adjusted the heat, and let it cook lukewarm for half an hour.Seeing that this period of time was boring, he took the remaining sour plum powder in the kitchen and made a pot of sour plum juice, and brought it to the front hall to drink for the two people who were talking.Just holding the pot and opening the curtain, he heard He Musheng say loudly, "I think there is something wrong with the owner of that stall."

"Impossible" He Chen retorted out of his mouth.

The stall owners in the ghost market are all old diners of He Chen Restaurant, and almost every stall owner is a grandpa who watched him grow up.Hearing He Musheng's speculation about these old people, He Chen was naturally a little unhappy, "Most of the stall owners who do business in the ghost market are old people. When I was young, I went to the ghost market to play, and they all gave me good things from the stalls. Wan Wan is a good person with a kind heart, and will never have any intention of harming you."

He Musheng saw He Chen's displeasure, and apologized, "Boss He, I didn't mean to say that, and I don't know." He paused, and took out the map bought from the stall owner from his wallet. "But this map, I saw it was weird, so I said that the boss may have some problems."

Si Buhui stretched out his hand to pick up the map and opened it, and what caught his eyes was the five big characters of "Huaicheng Hundred Demons Picture" with his head raised.Due to the long history of production, the paper of the map has turned yellow, showing a fragile feeling that can be easily broken.

He Chen was standing beside Si Buhui, and he saw the content on the map with a light glance. He even guessed and saw the title of the map, but his eyes were blind to the content inside.

The person who drew the picture was very careful. He said it was a picture of a hundred monsters, so he really squeezed the portraits of a hundred kinds of monsters into one map, and carefully described the appearance of each monster with meticulous brushwork. The corners are polluted by messy liquids, dead insects, etc. The whole picture is speckled, and the appearance of monsters has long been deformed, and it looks even more ugly and terrifying.

As a demon catcher, Si Buhui could tell at a glance that the person who drew this picture must also be knowledgeable.

He carefully put away the map along the crease just now, and asked He Musheng, "Is there any clearer map?"

He Musheng only remembered that there were a bunch of large and small wood carvings on the stall owner's booth, and there seemed to be a few sheets of paper similar to maps spread out next to the map he was looking at. No matter what the name is, looking for this person is undoubtedly looking for a needle in a haystack.

What's more, the rule of the ghost market is to trade in the dark. Except for the moment when the stall owner's own forehead light is turned on, other actions are basically carried out only by the faint light of the street lamp. What does it look like "It's a pity that the stall owner keeps his head down doing woodcarving, how do I know what he looks like"

Seeing that he was about to enter a dead end again, He Chen suddenly smiled, and said, "I know."

Seeing that both of them were looking at him, He Chen smiled relaxedly, "After all, I have also been a restaurant owner in the ghost market for so many years, how could I not know such a person?"

"You should be talking about Grandpa Gu. He lives on the street behind Yejie." He Chenyang pointed to the street outside the window.