"Hiss. ”

At this time, Tianma screamed, and Mu Lan was startled.

"It's urging us to pay. Wu Shangui said.

"Paid?"

"Well, Didi's transportation fee is not included in the special training fee, you have to pay the fee before you get off the bus.

Mu Lan: "......"

"Look, here's the meter, 18 kilometers, a total of 18 pips. ”

Mu Lan: "......"

Wu Shangui continued to explain, "If you get off the bus without paying, you will be included in the list of dishonesty, and you won't be able to sit in the Didi carriage in the future. ”

Mu Lan: "......"

......

The shop looked very old, and Mu Lan guessed that it was a century-old shop that was about to close down—only a sausage hung from a faded wooden shelf in a dusty window.

The peeling sign on the door reads: "The second-hand monopoly of Na intestines, since 285 BC has been the best recycler of Na sausages!"

Mu Lan's eyes widened, from 285 BC?

Underestimate this store, it is not a century-old store, but a thousand-year-old store. At that time, the national brand Sanying Guan Zhang Zhao had not yet been born, and the first of the four murders, Tianhuo Qiqi, had not yet been sealed.

Scold. Am I going to believe your ad?

"Is this sausage shop reliable?" Mu Lan said with a wrenched face.

"Of course it's reliable, I'm your agent, of course I'm looking forward to you, hello and I'm good, I must recommend the best sausage shop to you, don't look at it dilapidated, it's the oldest store in the entire wild city, many of the sausage era is also very old, some are second-hand, some of the national brand war pet masters use the most valuable sausage, of course, there is definitely in the baby, but Taobao is all based on vision, Xia Shijie said that you have a little talent for professional treasure digging, so I brought you here. ”

"Who is Xia Shijie?"

"Shijie, surnamed Xia, who else, of course it's your teacher Xia Canghai. ”

......

When Mu Lan stepped into the store, the sound of glass bottles colliding sounded in the store.

It was a very small place with a rusty iron chair.

Mu Lan sat on this chair and waited, he felt strange, as if he had walked into a garbage recycling room.

It didn't feel like a sausage shop at all, but like a scavenger's dwelling — hundreds of cramped, opaque glass bottles piled up almost to the ceiling.

Mu Lan had many questions in her head, but she couldn't help but ask, for some reason, the dust and silence here seemed to have some kind of inevitable relationship with some mysterious power.

There was a tingling sensation in the back of his neck, as if he was caught in a net of uneasiness and nervousness, and his breathing gradually became rapid.

"Knock knock. ”

The heartbeat also accelerates imperceptibly.

It seems that there is a big treasure to be baked, and it is also as if there is a big bad news to be announced.

Because his left eyelid is jumping, and his right eyelid is also jumping!!

The atmosphere here was very weird, the invisible tentacles were opened, and Mu Lan felt an aura approaching.

"Good afternoon. An old voice said suddenly.

The atmosphere here was very weird, and suddenly hearing this cold voice, Mu Lan suddenly got goosebumps.

The old man appeared suddenly, more exaggerated than Xia Canghai's tiger shadow trace, the old man was wearing a metal boot, and he happened to step on the glass bottle on the ground, making a loud crushing sound, causing Wu Shangui to quickly jump away from the chair.

Intuitively, Mu Lan felt that this old man was not easy to mess with—the titanium eyes couldn't see the old man's reality.

The old man's small, blue eyes shone through the dim darkness of the shop, making people feel a little creepy.

He came closer.

Bang.

The old man bumped into something again.

Wrong.

Mu Lan saw that he seemed to be a blind man.

"Hello. Mu Lan said awkwardly.

"Hello. The old man opened his eyes, and Mu Lan waved in front of him, but the old man's head turned to the other side and said into the air, "Yes, I always thought I would see you soon, it's so similar, your eyes are exactly the same as your mother." ”

"What is he talking about?" Mu Lan eased his inexplicable nervousness, he compared his temples, and whispered to Wu Shangui, "Is there something wrong with him here?"

"Shhhh Wu Shangui made a silent gesture, but the expression on his face when he looked at the old man was his usual respect.

Mu Lan was stunned for a moment.

The old man's voice sounded nostalgic, "Your mother came here to buy sausages as if it was yesterday." ”

"You may be mistaken, I don't have a mother. Mu Lan retorted.

"Hehe, you are raised by your parents, and you don't have a mother, so how did you come out of the stones?" the old man laughed.

Although this logic is correct, Mu Lan has not seen her mother since she can remember, and she doesn't even have a photo.

Mu Lan shook her head, thinking that she was almost abducted into the ditch by the old man, and she didn't know this old guy, he thought it was funny to talk nonsense, so why should he be like him.

Bang.

At this time, the old man stepped on another glass bottle.

It wasn't an empty bottle, a gut rolled out of the broken glass bottle.

The old man couldn't see it, so he didn't seem to feel sorry for being trampled on by him.

"Your mother is a lovely girl, uh, it was when she was a little kid before she gave birth to you, it was very cute, and the sausage she bought was the weirdest, made from the cecum of a mutated dragon pig, hehe, and only this kind of sausage can match your mother's taste. ”

Edit, you continue to make up.

Mu Lan didn't want to be familiar with the old man, the lack of maternal love in childhood was the most painful experience, the old man sprinkled salt on the wound, he didn't want to listen to the old man's nonsense, he wanted to leave.

As soon as he got up, he found that his body was pressed back into the chair by an invisible pressure.

This is?

The left and right eyelids were jumping at the same time, and the titanium eyes couldn't recognize the old man, but Mu Lan was sure that this was the old man's ghost.

Mu Lan struggled to get up, but the harder he worked, the harder this pressure pressed him, so that he couldn't move at all.

But as if it was sealed in all directions, the pet door couldn't be summoned.

Soon, Mu Lan was drenched in cold sweat.

The old man was still saying in another direction, "Your father is a professional treasure digger, and the requirements for the intestines he uses are more practical, they must be large enough, and they can be kept fresh inside, and they must be strictly partitioned, dry and wet separated, and they can't be flavored." ”

Mu Lan really couldn't stand it, "I'm here to buy sausages, not to listen to you make up stories, and you can't see me, it's really funny to make up my life experience." ”

"No, I can see you. The old man suddenly leaned over, his face also turned around, and he and Mu Lan were about to put their noses on their noses.

Mu Lan could see her own shadow in those misty eyes.

"Your name is Mu Lan. ”