Chapter 352: Living People Entering the Mansion

The old man held on to the stubborn Jiang Jiang tightly and walked back step by step to their slightly old shop.

The doorbell rang quickly and urgently.

That day, a strange guest came to the store.

When the old man slowly took down the wooden sign with the word "rest" hanging on the door, the escort who had been waiting for a long time could not wait to push open the door quickly and forced the strange guest into the shop in an almost rude manner.

There was only a "rustling" sound, as if a worthless item was thrown away casually. After completing his task, the extraditioner turned around and left without hesitation, and then slammed the shop door.

At this moment, the only people left in the room were Master Jiang Jiang and his disciple, both of whom looked astonished, and the guest. The three parties just stared at each other silently, and the atmosphere became extremely awkward for a moment.

Jiang Jiang was very confused and asked using sign language.

"Master, a living person?"

The old man was very puzzled and wanted to open the door to ask the two door gods outside whether they had caught the wrong person.

The door was closed tightly and the old man pulled for a long time, but it didn't move at all.

Dawn breaks and the morning light appears.

The extraditioner had no choice but to lift the spell cast on the door.

They stood quietly in the thick fog, keeping a considerable distance from the shop entrance.

The old man placed the bundle of bones brought back from the underworld in the fireplace at the back.

Then he reached out and grabbed a handful of mugwort with a unique aroma, gently placed it into an old incense burner, and lit it.

In an instant, thick smoke gushed out like a raging torrent, quickly permeating and filling the entire small shop space.

Those ghosts hiding on the rooftops were choked by the sudden strong smoke and started coughing continuously.

The smoke produced by the mugwort seems to have some kind of magical power, which can force out the evil spirit hidden inside the bones.

These evil spirits fled from the bones like frightened ghosts, and were greedily sucked into a huge boiler.

Time passed minute by minute, and after a long wait, the smoke finally dissipated gradually.

The old man slowly closed the lid of the incense burner, then pressed his hands into the basin filled with warm medicinal soup next to him and washed them carefully.

He rubbed his fingers vigorously to wash away the stains and odors that remained on his hands.

After washing, she casually wiped it a few times on her worn apron and walked out from behind the shelf.

The fog outside the door seemed to be thicker.

The old man slowly walked to the door, his mouth slightly open, wanting to ask something.

The extraditioner simply glanced at him calmly, turned around without saying a word, and walked towards the thick fog that was spreading deeper into the ground.

The words that were about to come out of his mouth were strangled by an invisible force and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The old man looked depressed. He lowered his head helplessly and returned to the shop.

At this moment, Jiang Jiang had already poured a cup of steaming hot tea and was sitting opposite the special guest.

The guest obviously had no idea of ​​the sign language Jiang Jiang was using, and Jiang Jiang himself was in a dilemma because he could not speak.

So, the two of them just sat there quietly, without any communication between each other, and the atmosphere was extremely dull and depressing.

They stared at each other, and when their eyes met, it seemed as if time stood still.

The whole scene was silent and hushed, with only the occasional sound of wind outside the window breaking the silence.

Finally, it was the old man who broke the suffocating silence first, "Who are you? Why are you here?" Before he finished speaking, the guest suddenly fell to his knees with a plop. His eyes were bloodshot and a terrifying red, like a ferocious beast; his lips were bloodless and trembling slightly, revealing endless despair and sorrow.

He pleaded with an almost trembling voice, "Old sir! I heard that there is a rare medicine hidden here - the Phantom Lotus. My wife is dying now and urgently needs this medicine to save her life. Please have mercy on me and give me the medicine to save her!"