Book of Gods and Demons

Go around the huge craters and walk to the end of Silver Grape Avenue, then follow the cobblestone breakwater and continue to the west.

A hundred of Vitos guards had cigarettes in their mouths, like a line of silent Fire Insects, followed behind Joe at a distance of more than a hundred feet.

Qiao came to the trestle leading to the old fort. An army, a navy, and a police team jointly set up a guard post and blocked the road to the old fort.

Looking at the brightly lit sentry from a distance, Joe continued to walk along the breakwater.

Not long after, a clearing of tents suddenly appeared. This is the transfer yard of the old pier of Tulum Port. Normally people coming, people going, bulky goods shipped by the various Chamber of Commerce fleets are piled up here, and countless people are busy transporting these goods to warehouses. .

Old Wharf No. 1 used to be the cargo core of Tulum Port. This transshipment yard occupies a huge area and can accommodate tens of thousands of people.

Tonight, the square is full of tents. The iron gray tents all over the water should be field tents contributed by the Tulum Port Garrison.

All around there were soldiers and police patrolling, and the tents were full of whispering crying and angry curses.

More than two thousand homes were destroyed by shelling. Excluding the dead, and those who used neighbors and friends, there are thousands of people who have nowhere to go. Tulum City Hall is Temporary rescue points have been set up here.

In the daytime on the 16th, these people surrounded the city hall.

Now there are people patrolling around the rescue point, obviously to avoid this happening again.

Qiao looked at the tent from a distance, bypassed the transfer yard, and walked into a dimly lit small road. On the way, a group of army soldiers stopped Joe and the family guard behind him. Joe showed the ID of the special investigation team, so it was unimpeded.

In the small road less than twenty feet wide, there were a few street lamp poles sporadicly pestering, the old-fashioned gas lamps were weak, and the dim lights illuminated the road all together bright and dark. A few wild dogs huddled beside the wooden box on the side of the road and other sundries. Hearing Joe's footsteps, some wild dogs were frightened.

In Joe's pupils, Scarlet's glow revolves, and an array of three-circle and six-pointed star demon condenses.

Several wild dogs suddenly stiffened. They clipped their tails and wailed, urinating and staggering away.

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

Nearly half of the Medicine Ingredients Shops in Tulum Port, nearly half of the licensed doctors, and nearly half of the pharmacists, etc. In short, nearly half of all medicine ingredients-related transactions in Tulum Port All on this street.

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

This is the Port of Tulum, the old pier No. 1, and the area with the highest density of sailors. Almost three steps here is a pub, ten steps is a chaotic entertainment venue. Normally, there will be drunk sailors fighting and fighting here every night.

On average every night, there are about ten sword wound patients and one or two gunshot wounded by bad luck. Other minor injuries are countless.

The shops on Yaolu Street are open for business at night when they are used to.

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

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

Vito's bodyguards, in groups of three or four, are scattered, curled up on the street, smoking quietly. In the dark, the cigarette butts kept lighting up and dimming, which is exactly the same as the Fire Insect.

In the small medicine store, on three walls, there are wooden medicine cabinets. On top of each of the small drawers, thin iron sheets are embedded, and the names of various medicine ingredients are engraved on them.

Across the door, there is a long counter with a row of glass jars the size of a human head, neatly placed on the counter.

Through the glass jar that is not very clean and a little fuzzy, you can see the terrifying stuff soaked in the jar. Snakes, centipede, scorpions, and all kinds of strange animal limbs. The contents of these jars plainly filled the drugstore with a certain terrifying feeling.

Two old copper lamp pestles were placed on the left and right ends of the counter. The semi-bright lights made the medicine shop extremely dim.

Between the counter and the medicine cabinet, there is a small space,'crunch, crunch', the sound of utensils rubbing constantly, the temperature in the medicine shop is higher than outside, and the air is more diffuse With a strange smell.

"Uncle, I 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." Joe walked over. In front of the counter, he knocked on the counter easily.

"The excellent citizens of Tulum Port, they can accept magical potions made from tree roots, turf, bones, and even some great Lords dont mind using powdered human corpses as medicine. But These wonderful little creatures are still very poisonous little creatures, no one can bear it."

"They will never believe that these are actually good medicines for curing diseases."

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Behind the counter, a thin man is squatting on the ground. In front of him is a small charcoal stove. A copper crucible is placed on the charcoal stove, and a pot of viscous pulp is braving'gu gu' Bubbles.

On the mans head, there are bald spots, which are obviously scars burned by high temperature. The hair follicles on the bald spots are completely damaged, and there is not a single hair on the mottled bald spots. Except for these bald spots, the other parts of the man's head are full of hair, and the black oily half-length hair is tied up into a dozen thin pigtails, which are randomly scattered behind him.

When he heard Joe's words, the man held a copper rod and gently stirred the juice in the cauldron while slowly lifting the head.

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

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

Two ears were almost burnt, only the small half pulled the outer ears to hang on the head softly; the eyebrows are gone, the two eyes are slanted, one is pulled up, the other is pulled down ; The nose is the same as the ears, and the wings of the nose are almost completely destroyed, revealing two black holes; the burnt lips are slanted, and the corners of the mouth that cannot be closed are constantly dripping with saliva.

From the face, to the neck, to the upper body visible from the open shirt, there are twisted and mottled burn scars everywhere.

Such a face is completely the same as some evil spirits in the folktales of Tulum Harbor.

This person is also a very well-known person around the entire Old Pier No. 1, because his grimace is a grimace that has been burned by fire, and people who know him call him "Ghost Shopkeeper" .

For a long time, no one has forgotten the real name of this grimace shopkeeper, and'Grimace' became his name.

Gloomy, gloomy, ugly and taciturn, never actively deal with people, and the potions sold are weird, not so much potions, but more like poisons.

There is only one answer to whom you are going to consult. The pharmacy shopkeeper of Grimace is undoubtedly the worst business in Tulum Port.

Joe reached out and touched the pill in the dark pocket of his clothes corner.

Only him, as well as a handful of people in Tulum harbor know that the grimace shopkeeper still has several points of skill. Regardless of how effective the life-saving pill on Joes body is, lets say that three years ago, the ninety-year-old Baron in Port Tulum allowed the newly married 16-year-old wife to successfully conceive a child. It was a grimace. Credit to shopkeeper!

Joe even remembered that the first time he met the grimace shopkeeper, when he was 12 years old, he brought his guards to fight with the boys from the Wells family. As a result, the little boy of the Wells family played yin and ambushed several times the manpower. Joe was accidentally swiped in the back and was beaten to vomit blood on the spot.

After leaving the guards cut off, Joe, who was vomiting blood, fled the'battlefield' and rushed into Medicine Street in a panic.

Joe fainted on the medicine stove street, was picked up by the grimace shopkeeper and returned to the medicine shop. A bowl of extremely awful, suspicious life concoction, only half an hour, caused Joes internal injuries recover completely.

Qiao got acquainted with the shopkeeper of Grimace since then, and the relationship got better and better. Joe even introduced a little insignificant share to the shopkeeper from Vitos smuggling business to subsidize his half-dead, A deserted drugstore.

The grimace shopkeeper blinked his eyes and stared straight at Joe for a while, then his voice was hoarse, and he laughed like a leaking bellows: "Open the sea of strength? Congratulations. Ah, Joe Young Master."

"Vito's wealth is huge, and there is no shortage of medicines and breathing methods, right?" The grimace shopkeeper picked up the hot copper crucible and poured the boiling slurry inside. 'Tip it down.

Straighten his neck, keep making strange noises from his throat, the grimace shopkeeper twitched all over, after a while, a lot of sticky sweat appeared on his body. Slowly relaxed his tight, convulsive body.

Joe looked at him a little worried.

He has seen the grimace shopkeeper dozens of times and drank the hot potion, why didn't he get burnt to death?

What a miracle!

"Of course, there is no shortage of medicines and breathing methods." Joe triumphantly, took out the medicine recipe that Laplace traded: "I'm looking for you today, there are other things. By the way, give me an appraisal of this!"

"That's good...so..." Putting down the copper cauldron, the grimace shopkeeper was about to ask Joe what he was doing in the middle of the night, his eyes were suddenly caught by the bronze Colored pieces of paper attract.

He leaned in front of the paper, stared straight at the small and dense handwriting on the paper for a long time, stretched out his right hand, and seriously sketched it in the air.

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

The benevolent Muteste is here. This is the fairest, slender, soft and clean hand that Joe has ever seen in his life.

Even better than his mother Liya's hands, and even better than his elder sister Tifa's hands.

The whole body is burned like a ghost, and the grimace shopkeeper has only two hands...No, it is the two forearms and palms of the elbow, just like a work of Spiritual God sculpted, so beautiful Enchanted.

Joe's fantasy more than once, before the grimace shopkeeper was burned, what an enchanting handsome man he had to be?

"Giggle, interesting." The grimace shopkeeper let out a sigh of relief: "Very interesting formula. The primary power potion is higher than the basic power potion currently in use in the Empire. It has a higher energy density per unit. Its five times higher. Whats more interesting is that the impurity of the medicine made by this method of preparation is minimal."

"Moreover, the materials are also very cheap and the preparation is not difficult. This is a perfect one. The profit is much higher than the basic strength potion."

The grimace shopkeeper trembled violently, and forced a smile to look at Joe.

"Good stuff, very good good stuff. What do you want to do?" The grimace shopkeeper tapped the medicine recipe lightly: "But, Joe Young Master, it's hot, very hot, this medicine recipe... It's easy to cause trouble, a lot of trouble."

Joe frowned. It seems that the medicine recipe given by Laplace is a bit better?

Across the road, in a dentist's shop with the door half open, there was a woman's grumble.

"Great Mu Zai Shang, is this haunted?"