Moon Black Wind Gao Aunt Haunted

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"According to modern terms, this should be a kind of magnetic field." Utama Kanesada analyzed, "Of course it is not wrong to say that this is an illusion. In short, in this case, people cannot distinguish between illusion and reality."

This can also explain why so many men with swords and swords obviously haven't been forged, but they still accept them without knowing it.

"But I'm a little curious, how did you tell that it's an illusion? You are indeed capable, but that's also for combat, right?"

That's right, it's not only the spirit knife that sees through the illusion, Yamabukiri Nagayoshi is also one of them.

"...I didn't feel anything wrong at first." Yamabukiri Changyi expressed a subtle expression, and then continued to add.

"Until—Yamabuku Kunihiro hugged my neck affectionately."

Hearing what he said, the people around immediately put on an indescribable expression on their faces.

How should I put it, it seems that Yamabuku Kunihiro not only knows how to appraise cultural relics, but also has a certain degree of face blindness.

"It's not his fault. After all, I didn't actually install it at that time, so I should have taken it for granted." Yamabuchi Nagayoshi shrugged, and then took the initiative to say something nice.

To be honest, he still envies the atmosphere of Horikawa's family, they get along warmly with each other.

"But... there seems to be a visitor at the door?"

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For things like funerals, most people are particularly taboo. If it is not a particularly close relative or friend, they will generally not attend the funeral.

Especially for doctors or workers related to medical treatment, when they sit at the funeral, they will be particularly embarrassed and feel uncomfortable.

Well, there's always a sense that this person is his mortal.

As a drug seller, the drug seller more or less feels uncomfortable like this. He is not an ordinary person, and some small discomforts will naturally not show up. a guest.

"I'm sorry, we didn't call a doctor." The guest was received by Da Prajna Changguang. His expression was polite and distant, and there was nothing wrong with his etiquette. "Of course, we have no plans to buy medicine."

When Shiqieliu died, they all thought that they could be rescued again, but Sankai Yuezong, as his own brother, directly sentenced his brother to death... He didn't even call a doctor, let alone buy him medicine.

Too late, too late.

To contact is also to contact the coffin seller.

But as a qualified doctor, as a qualified drug seller, one must have a benevolent heart...so naturally he asked about the condition of the deceased.

Of course, as for how to ask, there is also a trick. As a related professional, once you say something wrong, you will get angry. He has been selling medicine for hundreds of years. No matter how embarrassing it happened, I naturally knew what to say.

First of all, you can't directly ask about the illness when you come up, it will feel utilitarian, so you should express sympathy at the first time.

"My condolences." There was a trace of compassion in the cold voice, and the uninvited guest's tone was very steady. After he finished speaking, he bowed down and saluted the men with swords.

Obviously, this guest took the funeral seriously and didn't think much about it. All the swordsmen also bowed down to salute him. If Ishikimaru saw this scene, his eyelids would probably continue to twitch.

After expressing sympathy, as a medical-related worker, you can express your curiosity about the cause of death a little bit.

If this situation happened normally, the drug dealer would not ask, but today's situation is different - not only is there no trace of grief, but also beaming, with a feeling of relief after the exam.

He is so intriguing.

Either the deceased had a grudge against the family, or the family was mentally ill, or it was the fault of the monster.

"Please, forgive me." The low voice was like a cello, and it still had to flow in the Japanese room.

"Can you tell me the cause of death?" After the drug seller asked, he pressed the exorcism knife beside him without a trace of his hand.

The sword men didn't pay attention to his actions, because the question he raised made all the sword men have a hard time.

Can't it really be said that he was struck by lightning and let Shiqiemaru lose face again?It's okay to make trouble among your own people, but they are unanimously open when outsiders are involved.

So they wanted to arrange for Shiqiewan to die in a decent way that could tell a lie, and they had to hide it from a drug seller who knew medical skills.

"Well, our companion died suddenly." Yaoken Fujishiro threw out a way of death without changing his face. This statement is very clever. You must know that the most serious disease that endangers contemporary teenagers, apart from hair loss, is sudden death. .

It's not a disease that can be cured by taking medicine. If Yaken Toshiro mentions other diseases that can be cured, they can't be sure that the man in front of him who can't figure out the details will not immediately turn into a salesman. Take out some expensive herbal medicine from the medicine box, and recommend them to drink it in the morning, noon and evening for "prevention".

Then, what they didn't know, just after they finished telling the lie, the exorcism knife beside him vibrated.

lie.

But this is not something worth mentioning repeatedly. If people don't want to say it, it doesn't mean they are suspicious. If you ask the bottom of it yourself, it's the one that makes people suspicious.

Time to get down to business.

"I was entrusted to come here this time to visit Mrs. Qingtu."

It's strange to say that he is obviously a peddler who walks the streets and alleys in the countryside, but no matter how you look at it, the drug seller always has a calm and calm attitude. They have seen this kind of aura in the onmyoji. They have also seen this kind of momentum in literati, dignitaries, and excellent former masters, but they have not seen it in drug sellers walking around the streets.

This person is not simple.

But... Madam Qingtu?

This is a special term for married women.

The men with swords and swords who heard this looked at each other, and then turned their gazes to the medicine seller. Their own god-judgment is a real unmarried girl. This guy can't be a liar, can he?

"May I ask the purpose of your visit? If it's just to sell medicine, sorry, my master is very healthy now."

Da Baoping had a cold and impatient expression on his face. He was leaning against a tree and said this in a slightly blunt tone, but he suddenly thought of something, and quickly moved away from the tree, and then With a lingering expression on his face.

Or Ishikirimaru's educational significance of showing his own experience!

Being struck by lightning is at most a minor injury to a sword, but it can't resist being "death". What if Xiaohuwan wants to eat charcoal-grilled lamb chops again?What should I do? !

After hearing these words, the drug seller didn't express anything, but in fact he was also a little embarrassed.

Unexpectedly, he didn't even see anyone, and the group of Sword Fusangshen stopped him from the door, and even wanted to drive him out.

It was clear that his previous attitude was good, but when he asked to see "Mrs. Qingtu", the attitude of the group of Sword Fusangshen became obviously not right, which confused the drug seller very much.

After recalling it in my mind and making sure that I should have said the right thing, I fell silent.

Suddenly, a chill came from the courtyard from nowhere, the door of the Tianshou Pavilion opened, and Qing Tu, who seemed to have not appeared in front of the sword for a long time, came out with slow steps.

Compared to when they were completely invisible in the past, now their god judges seem to have completely avoided their gaze.

It was a hazy figure, and it was completely visible at first glance, but as soon as he opened his eyes, this figure would be instantly erased from his mind and become blank.

It's like a projection that transcends the outside world, seemingly real and illusory.

She walked up to the drug seller, bowed slightly to salute, shaking her sleeves like water, making her figure appear more ethereal.

It makes people feel...the urge to reach out and grab it, as if if they miss it, the people who are like flowers in a mirror and moon in water will be scattered like ripples.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Qingtu."

The drug seller bent down and returned the salute in a proper manner. During the process, he kept staring at Qingtu's blurred face with some disrespect, and he didn't lower his eyes until the salute was over.

The villain succeeds, the treacherous minister is in power, the world is unreasonable, and the jewels are dusty.

"I was entrusted by someone to give you something."

The drug seller spoke very slowly word by word, but each word seemed to be chewed repeatedly, and he spit it out clearly, with a hint of weird charm, which was impressive.

After finishing speaking, he reached into his sleeve methodically and took out a plain white brocade bag. He didn't care that he didn't respond to his blue picture, and opened it on his own.

However, there are two things inside.

"A young painter once asked me to keep his relics, but..." His tone was very flat, without any emotion, as if he was repeating something that had nothing to do with him.

"Later, only you are qualified to keep it."

The cloth bag unfolded, and there were two things inside.

On the right side, there is a hairpin inlaid with silver and gold, which is still very heavy. What is worth noting is that at the end of the hairpin, there is a lifelike white stork carved with wings ready to fly. Just stepping on the head of the hairpin, with both wings spread out, for some reason it looks like a kind of sadness of parting.

On the left is a dilapidated paintbrush. The paint on the barrel has been worn away, revealing the original wood color inside, and the ink color that cannot be washed off at the nib.

"You can only choose one." The medicine seller sat upright on his knees, refilling himself a cup of tea.

"The rest is the storage fee paid to me."

Beside him, Xiaohuwan, who had been silent since the appearance of Qingtu, raised his eyebrows, "It's really an expensive storage fee. It's the first time I heard that there is a rule to ask for half of the items—"

Qingtu raised his hand to let Xiaohuwan swallow the rest of his words.

Immediately afterwards, without hesitation, she picked up the pen directly.

"It seems that you have made up your mind." The medicine seller carefully wrapped the hairpin with white brocade cloth again, and stuffed it into his sleeve.

He bowed his hands towards Qingpu again, and after paying the last salute respectfully, he turned and left.

Until the drug seller walked out of the gate, there was still silence behind him, without any sound.

"Hell...in disguise?" The drug seller repeated in a low voice that seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, then touched the hot exorcism knife in his arms, and finally shook his head.

Obviously, this isn't "true" either.

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The moment she picked up the pen, a message like this appeared on the Internet at the same time:

██ Provincial Museum_V

[Famous paintings made another major research discovery]:

During the research of Wu Daozi (Tang Dynasty)'s famous mural "Hell in Disguise", the cultural preservation department of our province made a major discovery, which may change the pattern of calligraphy and painting cultural relics. The ██ Provincial Museum will hold a press conference, at which time more than 30 experts will demonstrate the importance, significance, value and next steps of "Hell in Disguise".

The author has something to say: Going out to work at 7 o'clock every day and going home at 8 o'clock in the evening really crushed me. I felt drained of all my energy, and my code words were really a headache.I found that the little black room could no longer trap me. It was almost like driving the little black room and sleeping until dawn, and then the battery of the mobile phone died, and it automatically turned off because of the lack of power...

The next one may be later, but it will be more sandy. ~