With that, he lifted his feet and walked to the nearest hut, and as soon as his hand touched the curtain of the hut, he noticed something special in it.

But he didn't speak, just reminded everyone to be careful with his eyes, and then stooped down and walked into the shed they had chosen.

Luckily, there was no one in the shed.

In this small shed, which is only a few square meters, an oil lamp is placed.

The wide mouth and pointed mouth are very similar to the burials in some tombs, and the bronze vessels are rusty and look like old objects.

Behind the light source formed by this small flame sat an old woman.

She wore a large blue and white bandana wrapped around her head, and her chest was covered with intricate but rather ornate silver ornaments.

'Jingle Bell'

There was a small bowl and a small hammer under her hand, and the old woman, who had to hang orange peels on the ground, lowered her head, was trying to knock on the sticky object inside the bowl.

The other party didn't speak, and the three of Mai Fan didn't speak......

For a while, two groups of people sat facing each other...... The atmosphere grew awkward.

At this time, a somewhat anxious voice came from outside the shed: "Granny Mi, haven't you finished receiving your guests yet?"

The old woman sitting opposite Mai Fan replied angrily: "There are three fools sitting opposite, and they don't speak, they just stare at me and work!"

"What are you going to do?"

The people outside the shed shouted again: "Granny Nami, let them come out, what else can I do for you, ask for medicine!"

Okay, knowing what this grandma is doing, Mai Fan gave his two little friends a look, still didn't say a word, got up together, and walked out of the shed together.

When the man standing outside saw the man inside coming out, he was so happy that he took his arm between his arms and bowed his head and went in.

Then the curtain hung up in the shed, and the conversation could no longer be heard.

"Did you see that?"

Mai Fan, who had been silent for a long time, opened his mouth to ask Jing Xin and Feng Xiaocheng.

The two teammates next to him didn't look good at all, and nodded together: "See, this is not a person, right?"

"A species from European legends, huh?"

"But aren't we dazzled? Why do foreign Sichuan dialects speak so slippery?"

No wonder Mai Fan and the three of them were shocked.

Because the one who had just passed them by had shaggy blue-gray hair on his face.

The bridge of his nose and mouth take on the shape of a dog, and his body shape does not look like the structure of an ordinary person.

The upper limbs are huge and the physique is burly, but it seems that it can't be supported, and it is always lying forward.

If it's this image, forget it, the most incredible thing is that he just clamped his arm, which was really clamped.

Because his left arm was torn off by something powerful, and now he is sandwiched under his squeaky socket, and that's it, he is still yelling at the old woman inside.

No matter how you look at it, it's too weird!

Combined with the fact that this 'werewolf' has been shouting for medicine......

Shouldn't a doctor in the hospital be responsible for such a major operation as a broken arm and reconnecting it from a new one?

You're in a broken shed, looking for an old woman who's scary at first sight......

Strangers are also human, right?

There are countless questions in everyone's mind, but no one asks them in this environment.

Because they found that there was no sound insulation here, and if there was someone like Mai Fan, who had excellent hearing, then the conversation between them would definitely reach each other's ears.

It's like the werewolf just now, if the species is judged correctly, whether it is a wolf or a dog, this hearing is more than ordinary people.

At their volume, the other party will definitely hear it.

However, the three silent people, going in and out, did not find nothing.

Because they found that the people who entered these little sheds, except the owner of the shed, no one outside could hear what anyone else said.

But sitting in the shed, I could clearly hear the movement outside the shed.

The second is that it seems that only the owners of these sheds, that is, stall owners who occupy a stall like the old woman, can freely control the sound insulation inside and outside the shed.

Therefore, she will answer whoever she is willing to answer, and block whoever she is unwilling to hear.

It's amazing enough, it's really a request from the market.

Then, Mai Fan, who had touched the material of this shed, also felt that this was definitely not a shed that could be supported by sacks and ordinary fabrics.

Not to mention anything else, as soon as he got his hands on it, the piece of material was frozen and he got goosebumps.

I don't know if other sheds are also built of this kind of thing, and whether this sound insulation effect and controllability are directly related to this material.

Just when the three of them were thinking, the small closed shed opened again.

The tall werewolf came out of the shed, his arm broken...... I picked it up!

He grinned at Mai Fan, the three people who were obviously stupid by himself: "Hehe, Granny Mi, the medicine will cure the disease!"

"As long as you can afford it!"

Still a little smug after saying that, he wagged his tail at the three poor humans, and was about to pass in front of them with his chest straight.

But I heard Mai Fan's sudden voice: "Oh!

The werewolf smiled just now, and a ...... appeared in his neat teeth

What he said he paid was a wolf tooth for a good arm?

That's a really good deal.

It's just that this werewolf has been pierced, and his face is a little unsightly, and he wants to threaten the other party with the usual threatening methods of his own race, but he finds that if he bares his teeth again, the hole will be seen by the stupid humans on the other side...... I took his big dog mouth back.

Hmph, at first glance, it's three newcomers, I don't know how to find here.

How could they, who had nothing to prepare, get the favor of Granny Mi.

This Granny Mi, who can support a stall in the market, is a stingy master.

There is no warrior who can be rescued by Granny Mi without pulling out a dime.

Thinking of this, this furry guy is not entangled.

He snorted coldly and walked towards the depths of the market.

Under the watchful eyes of Mai Fan and the others, he disappeared into a thick fog.

Through McFan's intuition, the werewolf had left the bazaar.

He didn't come in from where the three of them came in, and he wouldn't have gone from where they went out.

There are many entrances to this bazaar, and the three people who have been watching here for long enough have confirmed a special place.

What's next?