Bypassing the huge craters, walk to the end of Silver Grape Street, and then continue walking west along the waterfall paved with cobblestones.

A hundred and a hundred Weitu guards held cigarettes in their mouths, like a line of silent fireflies, separated by more than a hundred feet and followed Qiao.

Qiao came to the pier leading to the old fortress, a team of army, a team of navy, and a team of policemen. The three parties jointly set up a post to block the road leading to the old fortress.

Looking at the brightly lit post from afar, Qiao continued to walk along the breakwater.

Not long after, a clearing of tents suddenly appeared. This is the transfer site of the old wharf of Tulun Port No. 1. People come and go on weekdays, and large goods transported from fleets of various chambers of commerce are piled up here. Countless people are busy transporting these goods to warehouses.

The No. 1 Old Pier was once the core of freight transportation in Tulun Port. This transfer yard covers a huge area and is enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people.

Tonight, the square is full of tents, and the iron-gray tents are all over the water. They should be field tents contributed by the Tulun Port garrison.

There were soldiers and police patrols around, and the tent was filled with low crying and angry curses.

More than 2,000 houses were destroyed by shelling. Apart from the dead, as well as those who were at neighbors and friends' houses, there were thousands of people who had nowhere to go. The Tulun Port City Hall set up a temporary rescue site here.

During the day on the 16th, these people surrounded the city hall.

There are patrolling around the rescue site now, obviously to avoid such a thing happening again.

Qiao looked at the tent from afar, bypassed the transfer yard, and walked into a dimly lit road. Halfway through, a team of army soldiers stopped Qiao and the family guards behind him. Qiao showed the special investigation team's ID, so it was unobstructed.

In the small road less than twenty feet wide, there were several street lamp poles scattered. The old-fashioned gas lamps were weak, and the dim lights made the road lights bright and dark. Several wild dogs curled up next to wooden boxes and other miscellaneous items on the side of the road. When they heard Qiao's footsteps, several wild dogs were frightened and jumped out and shouted.

In Qiao's pupils, a crimson light rotated, and the three-circular hexagram magic array condensed.

Several wild dogs suddenly stiffened their bodies. They clamped their tails and made a wailing sound of death. While peeing, they staggered away.

This is Yaolu Street, which is quite famous in Tulun Port.

Nearly half of the medicinal materials shops in Tulun Port, nearly half of the doctors with medical licenses, and nearly half of the pharmacists, etc. In short, nearly half of all the medicinal materials-related transactions in Tulun Port are on this street.

It was late at night, and many shops on both sides of Yaolu Street were still half open.

This is Tulun Port, the old pier No. 1, and the area with the largest density of sailors. Almost three steps here is a tavern, and ten steps are a chaotic entertainment venue. On weekdays, drunk sailors fight here every night.

On average, about ten sword injuries are created here every night, as well as one or two unlucky gunshot wounded patients. There are countless other minor and serious injuries.

The shops on Yaolu Street are used to opening their doors to do business at night.

And indeed, their business at night is much better than during the day.

Qiao walked in the middle of the road and came to the back section of Yaolu Street. He walked into a small medicine shop with a very narrow door and less than ten feet wide.

The guards of the Vitu family scattered in groups, curled up on the street, smoking cigarettes quietly. In the darkness, cigarette butts kept lit up and dimming, really exactly the same as fireflies.

In the small medicine shop, on three walls, there are wooden medicine cabinets, and small drawers are embedded with thin iron sheets, with the names of various medicinal materials engraved on them.

Opposite the door is a long counter, a row of glass jars the size of human heads, neatly placed on the counter.

Through the glass jar that was not very clean and a little blurry, you can see the terrible things soaked in the jar, snakes, centipedes, scorpions, and various animal limbs with strange shapes. The things in these jars simply make the medicine shop full of a gloomy and terrible feeling.

Two old copper lamps were stuck on the left and right ends of the counter, and the half-light and immortal lights made the medicine shop extremely dim.

There is a small space between the counter and the medicine cabinet, "crunch, crunch". The sound of utensils rubbing constantly. The temperature in the medicine shop is higher than outside, and there is a strange smell in the air.

"Uncle, I've told you at least twenty times. If you throw the 'magic potions' in these jars into the sea, your business will be at least a hundred times better." Qiao walked to the counter and knocked on the counter easily.

"The outstanding citizens of Tulun Port can accept magical potions made from tree roots, turf, bones, and even some great masters don't mind using powdered human mummies as medicine. But these wonderful little creatures are still very poisonous little creatures, and no one can stand it."

"They will never believe that these are also good medicines that can cure diseases."

Behind the counter, a thin man was squatting on the ground. In front of him was a small charcoal stove, a copper crucible was mounted on the charcoal stove, and a pot of sticky juice was bubbled in a 'crank' manner.

There were bald spots on the man's head, which were clearly scars burned by high temperature. The hair follicles on the bald spots were completely damaged, and there was no hair on the mottled bald spots. Apart from these bald spots, the other parts of the man's head were vigorous, and the black and oily half-length hair was tied into more than a dozen thin braids, which were scattered behind him.

Hearing Qiao's words, the man held a copper rod in his hand and gently stirred the juice in the crucible while slowly raising his head.

In the dim lights, even though Qiao had seen this face countless times, he still felt a stagnant and subconsciously gasped.

This is a hideous face completely destroyed by the high temperature.

The two ears were almost burned, leaving only a small half of the outer ear hanging softly on the head; the eyebrows were gone, the eyes were crooked, one was pulled up and the other was pulled down; the nose was the same as the ears, and the nose was almost completely destroyed, revealing two black holes; the burned lips were crooked, and saliva was constantly soaked in the corners of the mouth that could not be closed.

From the face, to the neck, and to the upper body you can see from the open shirt, there are twisted and mottled scald scars everywhere.

Such a face is exactly the same as some evil ghosts in the folk stories of Tulun Port.

This person is also a very famous person near the entire No. 1 Old Pier. Because of his grimace and a face burned by fire, everyone who knows him calls him "Ghost Face Manager".

Over time, no one forgot the real name of the shopkeeper of Ghost Face, and "Ghost Face" became his name.

Gloomy, gloomy, ugly and taciturn, never take the initiative to deal with people, and the potions sold are strange and strange, more like poison than potions.

Whoever you ask for consultation, there is only one answer. The drugstore of Ghost Face Store is undoubtedly the worst-business in Tulun Port.

Qiao reached out and touched the pill in the dark bag in the corner of his clothes.

Only him, and a very few people in Tulun Port, know that the Grim Face Storekeeper still has some skills. Not to mention how effective this life-saving pill on Qiao is, just say that three years ago, the old baron in Tulun Port, who was over 90, made the newly married 16-year-old wife successfully conceive her child, which was the credit of the Grim Face Storekeeper!

Joe even remembers that the first time he met the Grief Shopkeeper was when he was twelve years old, he fought with the boys of the Wells family with his guards. As a result, the boys of the Wells family were playing tricks and ambushed several times the manpower. Joe was accidentally swung a stick behind his back and was beaten to the point of vomiting blood.

Left the guards behind, Qiao, who vomited blood, fled from the 'battlefield' and rushed into Yaolu Street in panic.

Qiao fainted on the street of Medicine Furnace and was picked up by the grimace shopkeeper. A bowl of medicine that was extremely unpalatable and made people doubt their life. In just half an hour, Qiao's internal injuries healed.

From then on, Qiao met the Ghost Face Storekeeper, and later his relationship became better and better. Qiao even introduced a small share to the Ghost Face Storekeeper from the smuggling business of the Vitu family, using this to subsidize his half-dead and lonely pharmacy shop.

The grimacing shopkeeper blinked his eyes and stared at Qiao straight for a moment, then his voice was hoarse, and he laughed "rattle" like a leaking bellows: "Have you opened the sea of ​​power? Congratulations, Mr. Qiao."

"Weitu's family has a great fortune and great power. There is no shortage of potions and breathing methods, right?" The grimly-faced shopkeeper picked up the burning copper crucible and poured the boiling juice inside "gudong" into it.

He straightened his neck and kept making strange "grizz" sounds from his throat. The grimacing shopkeeper twitched all over. After a while, a large area of ​​sticky sweat appeared on his body, and he slowly relaxed his tense and spastic body.

Joe looked at him with some concern.

He had seen the grimace shopkeeper drinking hot medicine juice dozens of times, but why wasn't he scalded to death?

What a miracle!

"Of course, there is no shortage of potions and breathing methods." Qiao proudly took out the prescription traded by Laplaci: "I am here to find you today. If you have something else, I will identify this for me by the way!"

"That's good...so..." Putting down the copper cauldron, the grimace shopkeeper was about to ask Qiao what he ran to do in the middle of the night, but his eyes were suddenly attracted by the bronze piece of paper.

He got to the paper, stared at the small and dense handwriting on the paper for a long time, stretched out his right hand, and carefully outlined it in the air.

Qiao looked at the right hand of the grimace shopkeeper a little greedily.

The kind Muteste is above, the whitest, slender, soft and clean hand that Joe has ever seen in his life.

It was even better than his mother, Lea's hands, and even better than his sister, Tifa's hands.

The whole body was burned like a ghost, and the ghostly shopkeeper had only two hands... No, the elbow and the two forearms and palms were just like artwork carved by a god, so beautiful that it was fascinating.

Qiao had more than once fantasy, what a terrifying handsome man he had to be before the grimace shopkeeper was burned?

"Gee, funny." The grimace shopkeeper let out a light breath: "A very interesting formula. The primary power potion is five times higher than the basic power potion currently in the empire. What's more interesting is that the impurities produced by this modulation method are minimal."

"Also, the materials are cheap and it is not difficult to prepare. This is a perfect prescription, and the profit will be much higher than the basic strength potion."

The grimacing shopkeeper shivered violently and forced a smile to look at Qiao.

"Good stuff, very good stuff. What do you want to deal with?" The grimace shopkeeper gently clicked the prescription: "But, Mr. Qiao, it's hot, very hot. This prescription...it's easy to cause trouble, a lot of trouble."

Joe frowned. It seems that the prescription given by Laplacie is a bit better?

Across the street, a woman's muttering came from a half-open dentist shop.
Chapter completed!