Book of Gods and Demons

　　 bypassed the huge craters, walked to the end of Silver Grape Street, and then continued westward along the cobblestone breakwater.

　　 Hundreds of Rittal’s guards had cigarettes in their mouths, like a line of silent fireflies, following Qiao at a distance of more than a hundred feet.

　　 Joe came to the trestle leading to the old fort. An army, a navy, and a police team jointly set up guard posts 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 far after, a clearing of tents suddenly appeared. This is the transfer yard of the old wharf No. 1 of Tulum Port. On weekdays, people come and go. The large cargoes from various chambers of commerce are piled up here. Countless people are busy transporting these cargoes 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.

　　 Soldiers and police patrolled all around, and the tent was full of whispering crying and angry curses.

More than two thousand homes were destroyed by shelling. Excluding the dead, those who used neighbors and friends, thousands of people had nowhere to go. Tulum Port City Hall set up a temporary rescue here. point.

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

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

　　 Joe 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, and they jumped out and called out.

　　 In Joe's pupils, the crimson glow revolves, and the magic circle of three circles and six-pointed stars condenses.

　　 A few 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 medicinal shops in Tulum Port, nearly half of the doctors licensed to practice medicine, and nearly half of the pharmacists, etc. In short, nearly half of all medicinal-related transactions in Tulum Port are 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. On weekdays, drunk sailors fight and fight here every night.

　　 On average, every night, about ten patients with sword wounds and one or two unlucky gunshot wounds are made here. There are countless other minor injuries.

　　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.

　　 The guards of the Rittal family were scattered in groups, curled up on the street, smoking cigarettes quietly. In the darkness, cigarette butts kept lighting up and dimming, really exactly like fireflies.

　　 In the small medicine shop, 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 medicinal materials are engraved on them.

　　, facing the door, is a long counter, a row of glass jars the size of a human head, neatly stacked on the counter.

　　 Through the glass jar that was not wiped very clean and a bit fuzzy, you can see the terrible things soaked in the jar. Snakes, centipedes, scorpions, and all kinds of strange animal limbs. The contents of these jars plainly filled the drugstore with a ghastly feeling.

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

　　 Between the counter and the medicine cabinet, there is a small space, ‘crunchy, crunch’, and the sound of utensils rubbing constantly, the temperature in the medicine shop is higher than outside, and the air is filled 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 to the counter and knocked lightly. Knock on the counter.

"The outstanding citizens of Tulum Port, they can accept magical potions made from tree roots, turf, and bones, and even some elders don’t mind using powdered human corpses as medicine. But these wonderful little creatures, They are all very poisonous little creatures, no one can stand it."

　　 "They will never believe that these are actually 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 placed on the charcoal stove. A pot of viscous pulp was bubbling with bubbles.

　　 There are bald spots on the man's head, 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, dark oily semi-long hair, which was tied into a dozen thin pigtails by him, draped indiscriminately behind him.

　　 Hearing what Joe said, the man held a copper rod and gently stirred the juice in the cauldron while slowly raising his head.

　　 In the dim light, 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 heat.

Both ears were almost burned off, leaving only the small half pulled the outer ears to hang softly on the head; 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, the wings of the nose It was almost completely destroyed, revealing two black holes; the burnt lips were slanted, and the corners of the mouth that could not be sealed kept dripping with saliva.

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

A face like 　　 is completely the same as some evil spirits in the folktales of Tulum Harbor.

　　 This person is also a very well-known person in the entire vicinity of Old Pier No. 1, because his grimace is a grimace that has been burned by fire, and everyone who knows him calls him the ‘ghost shopkeeper’.

　　 After a long time, everyone has forgotten the real name of this grimace shopkeeper, and ‘Grimace’ became his name.

　　 Gloomy, gloomy, ugly and reticent, 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 of Grimace Shopkeeper is undoubtedly the one with the worst business in Tulum Port.

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

　　 Only him, and a handful of people in Tulum harbor know that Grimace Shopkeeper still has some skills. Not to mention how effective the life-saving pill on Joe’s body is, let’s say that three years ago, the ninety-something old baron of Port Tulum allowed the newly married sixteen-year-old lady to be pregnant with a child. It was a grimace. The treasurer's credit!

　　 Joe even remembered that the first time he met the ghost face shopkeeper was when he was twelve years old, when he brought a guard to fight with the cubs of 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 he was beaten to vomit blood on the spot.

　　 After leaving the guard to break, Joe, who was vomiting blood, fled the'battlefield' and rushed into Yaolu Street in a panic.

　　 Joe fainted on the medicine stove street, was picked up by the grimace shopkeeper and returned to the pharmacy. A bowl of concoction was extremely awful and doubtful of life. It took only half an hour to heal Joe's internal injuries.

　　 Joe got to know the ghost face shopkeeper from then on, and the relationship got better and better. Joe even introduced a small share of the ghost face shopkeeper from the Rittal smuggling business to subsidize his half-dead, deserted drugstore.

　　 Grimace shopkeeper blinked his eyes and stared straight at Joe for a while, then his voice was hoarse, and he laughed ‘quack’ like a leaking bellows: "The sea of ​​strength is opened? Congratulations, Master Joe."

　　 "The wealth of the Rittal family 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 juice ‘gudong’ inside.

He straightened his neck and kept making strange chuckles from his throat. The grimace shopkeeper twitched all over his body. After a while, a lot of sticky sweat appeared on his body, and he slowly relaxed his tension. , Spasm of the body.

　　 Joe looked at him a little worried.

　　 He has seen the ghost face shopkeeper drink the hot concoction dozens of times, why hasn't he been scalded to death?

　　 What a miracle!

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

　　 "That's good... then..." Putting down the copper cauldron, the grimace shopkeeper was about to ask Joe what he was doing in the middle of the night, and his eyes were suddenly attracted by the bronze piece of paper. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 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 Mutesie is on top. This is the fairest, slender, soft and clean hand that Joe has ever seen in his life.

　　 Better than his mother Liya's hands, and better than his sister Tifa's hands.

　　 The whole body was burned like a ghost. The Grimace shopkeeper only has two hands... No, it is the two forearms and palms under the elbow, it is like a work of art carved by the gods, and it is so beautiful.

　　 Joe's fantasies more than once, before the grimace shopkeeper was burned, what an enchanting beauty he must be?

"Giggle, interesting." The ghost face shopkeeper sighed slightly: "Very interesting formula. The elementary power potion, which is five times higher per unit energy density than the basic power potion currently used in the empire, is more interesting. The thing is, the medicament made by this preparation method has very few impurities."

　　 "Furthermore, the materials are very 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."

　　 Grimace shopkeeper shivered violently, and forced a smile to look at Joe.

"Good thing, very good good thing. What do you want to do with it?" Grimace shopkeeper clicked on the prescription lightly: "But, Master Qiao, it’s hot, it’s very hot, this prescription...it’s easy to cause trouble, it’s a big trouble. ."

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

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

　　 "The great Mu Zai Shang, is this haunted?"