I don't want to be a doctor either.

After making many turns and passing through four or five alleys, he finally saw the small shop that Lu Tianran mentioned, which sold props for humans.

Jingyu wiped the sweat from his forehead and stuck out his tongue to spit:

"How come you, the chairman of Tangbao Sales Building, opened a store in such a cramped place? It took me a long time to find it..."

The width of the store in front of me is only three or four meters, with four dark red, shabby wooden doors that open inwards in the middle. The walls on both sides of the doors are painted with yellowish white paint, extending all the way to the part below the door head, with two big red lanterns hanging on them.

Above the door hangs a black wooden plaque with three large gold-plated characters engraved on it - "Shengong Xuan".

It was a small shop that looked quite old. Jingyu felt that it was not like those renovated old shops he had seen in scenic spots before, but it really had the feeling of having traces of history.

This is not easy, because in the war forty years ago, many ancient buildings in China were destroyed. Unexpectedly, one was found here in Nanling, but it seems that there are only a few like this on this street, and most of the others look renovated.

Jingyu walked to the door and found a pair of golden animal head door knockers on it, but this was obviously added later and the color was very new.

So Jingyu knocked lightly on the doorknob, then stretched his head to look inside. The interior of the store was very dark, but the area was not small. A large area of ​​the wall was painted with yellowed white paint, and there were some old wooden veneers. There were some shabby display shelves against the wall, which were filled with items.

There are bottles and jars, swords and spears, jewelry, some masks, dolls, and some exquisite wooden gadgets that are hard to tell what they are.

There are several hemp ropes hanging in the air above the shop, on which are hung all kinds of stuff. In short, it seems to be all-encompassing, with all kinds of stuff on offer.

[Is this a place that sells human props? Isn't this a grocery store? Am I in the wrong place?]

Jingyu, who was a total road idiot, couldn't help but start to doubt himself. He checked the location information on his phone again and again, and it was correct...

In short, this prop store is completely different from what Jingyu imagined. He thinks that industries related to elves should be emerging industries. After all, elves have only appeared in recent decades. So how come there is a store that looks like a "century-old brand" and a "Shengongxuan"? Is this reasonable?

Forget it, now that I'm here, I should at least see the owner and ask him. Thinking of this, Jingyu shouted:

"anyone there?"

There was an empty echo from the hut, and no one responded for a long time. Jingyu knocked on the door again, but still no one answered.

"Am I coming in?"

Jingyu called out again tentatively, but no one responded after waiting for ten seconds, so he walked into the store carelessly and looked around at the items in the store carefully.

"Oh, these seem to be real things. Aren't you afraid that someone will steal them if you leave them here?"

Jingyu couldn't help but complain. When he got closer, he realized that there were a lot of gold and silver jewelry, pearls and jadeite placed on the antique shelf, just like that.

"Who are you?"

A hoarse old man's voice suddenly came from behind Jingyu.

"Ah! I am Jingyu with a clear conscience!"

Jingyu was frightened and turned around quickly, but he didn't see anyone.

"?"

Jingyu looked around again, but still didn't see anyone.

I couldn't help but feel a chill down my spine. Damn, is this a ghost? This old shop full of folk customs is really a bit creepy...

"Hey!"

A loud scream startled Jingyu and also made him hear clearly that the sound came from... below.

When Jingyu lowered his head, he found a hunched, very short old man with a long beard, a melon-shaped hat, and an embroidered silk gown. Jingyu suddenly felt as if he was in another world.

Shaking his head, Jing Yu returned to the present and said gloomily:

"Fuck, sir, are you walking silently? You scared me..."

Jingyu then wiped the sweat from his head.

"Stop talking nonsense, what do you do?"

The old man had a pipe in his mouth, curled his lips and shouted with full energy.

"Ah, that's the case, sir. I heard that you sell tools for humans here, so I came here to buy one or two. Are you the owner?"

Jingyu was very respectful and pretended to be completely unaware of the old man's background.

When he came, Lu Tianran told him not to reveal his identity. After all, he had just beaten up someone's granddaughter's elf in the morning, and in the afternoon he went to buy things at someone's place. It would be strange if he didn't get ripped off...

"I am the owner of Shengongxuan."

The old man put his hands behind his back and continued:

"Besides, we don't sell any props here, we sell magic weapons! Young people are ignorant and unskilled..."

"Magic...magic weapon?" Jingyu's mouth twitched.

Has this old man read too many mythological novels? There is something wrong with him... Besides, you call it "magic weapon" and I call it "tool", it's just a different name, why do you have to belittle me?

I am not your grandson. Jingyu was a little unhappy when he thought of this, but he suppressed it. Forget it, he would not argue with this old man. So he kept his expression unchanged and asked respectfully:

"Boss, yes, I want to buy the magic weapon you sell. Could you please introduce it to me?"

"Well, kid, you're on your way."

The old man seemed very satisfied with Jingyu's attitude, so he stroked his beard, walked slowly into the store, walked to the counter and opened a yellowed thread-bound booklet, then put on his reading glasses and asked leisurely:

"What type of magic weapon do you want?"

"Um, what types do you have?"

Jingyu's curiosity began to get the better of him. Although Lu Tianran had told him what type of props to buy, he wanted to know more about it.

"That's a lot."

The old man groaned and slowly said:

"Some are for self-use, some are for others; some are disposable, some are long-term use; some are lethal, some are disruptive; some are..."

“So many types?”

Jing Yu felt a bit overwhelmed after hearing this. He thought for a while and then said:

"Can you introduce them all to me? How many kinds of props do you have?"

The old man got angry when he heard this, and said with a glare:

"You little kid has no manners at home, and you're trying to get some advice from me with your sweet words. I've introduced hundreds of props to you, but you don't buy any. Am I just wasting my time?"

"Hey hey hey..."

Jing Yu touched his head and smiled embarrassedly. He also understood that this was not very polite. It was all because of his excessive curiosity. So he quickly bowed and smiled:

"I'm sorry, shopkeeper. I'm not sensible. Please introduce me to the props you can use on yourself. Don't worry, I will definitely buy them after you introduce them to me."

"Um……"

Hearing this, the old man relaxed his brows and nodded, then wiped his saliva and flipped through the booklet.

Then he started walking around the room, rummaging through drawers and cabinets, and then brought a ladder. Jingyu was so scared that he quickly ran forward to help him climb up and get the things.

Are you kidding? This old man is still climbing a ladder at his age. If he loses his balance and falls down, he won’t be able to explain himself if something happens to him…