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Lin Minghui, who hadn't been out for a long time, was a little stiff when he didn't come out again, and he felt the air outside, and he took a greedy breath.

As a son, should he take his father out for a walk, this is the only time, or to go to Guyin Street.

When I first came to Guyin Street, I was still young and prosperous, but when I came to Guyin Street for the second time, I was already old and frail, and I was still breathing.

Lin Minghui stared at the street with those cloudy eyes, those who couldn't touch the ground seemed to be his tomorrow, and with his physical condition, there would be a day of death anytime and anywhere.

The little girl holding the white fox was still so small, it seemed that the blood of the sharpshooter had just made her retreat, she just looked at them with gloomy eyes, and had no intention of pounce.

Lin Minghui waved his hand at the little girl, after all, this little girl had saved his life, I don't know if she still needs money, he handed over a hundred yuan with his trembling hands.

The little girl with the money turned to leave, and the figure disappeared into thin air in a moment.

Those ghosts of the thirties appeared, and Lin Minghui's heels were weak, and he had a feeling that he didn't dare to step forward.

Lin Shanye said indifferently: "Don't be afraid, these ghosts didn't eat you decades ago, and they won't be interested in you now." ”

When he was old, even the ghosts would not be interested in him, and his staggering steps could not help but get close to the sharpshooter's son, who only could protect him.

"Later, the proprietress of the fruit shop will let you in to sell fruits, you must not go in, because she is buying soul fruits."

The fruit shop is a must-visit shop on Guyin Street, and every time it is such a picture, the proprietress of the fruit shop has sharp eyes, and the black mole at the corner of her lips is like a fly, and with the ups and downs of her tone of voice, there is an uncomfortable feeling every time she sees it.

"Uncle, the fruit is on sale, come in and pick your favorite fruit, and you can taste it for free."

Keeping in mind his son's words, this is a soul fruit, Lin Minghui shook his head in a panic, just wanting to get out of here quickly. But the proprietress followed closely step by step: "Uncle, since you are here, come in and sit down, you will always choose your favorite fruit here." ”

The proprietress spoke like a ghost, stretching out her hand like a chicken claw at her, and the little ghost on her shoulder showed a hideous expression, eager to treat the two guests as a meal.

Lin Shanye calmly took out the token that Yuan Jingsheng gave him, and the little ghost let out a miserable scream, turning into a green light and disappearing.

Banniang felt like she had been shocked, her body twitched a few times, she turned around and returned to the fruit shop, and closed the door with a "snap".

Lin Minghui asked curiously: "Could it be that the fruits in her store are all turned into after people eat them?" ”

"That's right, those smooth and beautiful fruits are the young group, and those fruits with wrinkles and ugly are the elderly group."

Walking forward, the fragrance of tea wafted, tea is Lin Minghui's favorite thing, from his youth to now, he can accurately smell the variety of tea.

"The taste of this tea is so strange, some like Biluochun, a bit like Xinyang Maojian, and a bit like West Lake Longjing, with a bitter herb flavor."

"Really? Do you think it's regular tea? This is Meng Po tea. ”

"Meng Po tea?"

Hearing this word, Lin Minghui was so frightened that he didn't dare to come out, and the people who came to drink tea had already lined up in a long line, both men and women, young and old, they were all wearing clothes from the Republic of China period, and there were songs of Shanghai in the thirties.

When his eyes shifted to the front of the tea jar, he did see the words "Meng Po Tea", and she found that the heels of these people who had drunk tea were off the ground!

Isn't Meng Po tea corresponding to Nai He Bridge? Sure enough, when I looked up, an arched bridge had appeared at the entrance of the tea shop, and these people who had drunk tea walked on the bridge like zombies.

"Son, let's go."

Lin Minghui's hand had been grabbed by a pair of cold hands, and the grim face of the tea shop owner was revealed: "Uncle, seeing that you have a bad complexion, you know that you have something on your mind, come and drink a bowl of worry-free tea, make sure that you are refreshed after drinking and forget all your troubles." ”

He shook his head in fright, but the ghost hands didn't let her go, and brought a bowl of tea: "People who come to me must drink tea before they can leave, drink!" ”

"I can't drink this tea."

"Drink, must drink!"

This bowl of tea has been put on Lin Minghui's mouth, and he can't tolerate his refusal, and he is about to pour it down his throat.

With a "snap", the tea bowl was knocked to the ground, and the token to No. 24 appeared in front of the tea shop owner, she appeared with the same expression as the fruit shop owner, her body twitched a few times like an electric shock, and ran back to the store with a smoke.

"Son, I can't imagine that this token is so powerful, even ghosts are terrified?"

Lin Shanye ignored him and continued to walk forward, this old man was afraid of losing him, so he hurriedly trotted after him.

In front of it is the soul grocery store, black and white style, the eerie wreath hanging under the signboard, fluttering in the wind, the paper flowers rustling.

On this street, only the proprietress of the soul grocery store is the most low-key, never coming out to pull people, of course, her identity is between people and ghosts, and she is a grade higher than those ghosts.

Lin Shanye was about to avoid leaving, but Lin Minghui next to him was staring at the grocery store all the time, and he had no intention of leaving.

"This is a soul grocery store that collects things from the dead, are you going to go in?"

"Soul grocery store? I often see a wreath in my dreams, just like this one now, and it rustles at me in the wind, as if to say, this is for you. ”

"It's just a dream, it doesn't mean anything, it's the 24th after the grocery store, let's go."

"Shan Ye, can you accompany me in and have a look?"

Lin Shanye glanced at him, but decided to follow his wishes, no matter what he wanted to go in to see, he would accompany him to the end.

When they pushed open the door, they were greeted by the pair of paper figures with a smile on their faces that would send you to hell, and even the sharpshooter felt a little trembling when he saw it.

The pair of red leather shoes appeared quickly this time, the proprietress wearing a red cheongsam painted with bewitching makeup, and she seemed to look better than last time after not seeing her for a few days, maybe she was nourished by these souls.

"Yo! The sharpshooter brought his father today, did he come to order something for him in advance? Is it a full-body custom-made or a partial custom-made? I'll give you a 50% discount. ”

"I'm just going to take a look with him, not anything."

Looking at the human skins and specimens on the shelves, Lin Minghui quickly understood the meaning of the soul grocery store, and he smiled indifferently and said, "Girl, I just need a portrait that belongs to me." ”