The best mysterious doctor

Chapter 313

This Fushou store is a bit different from other stores. There is no sign on their home, but a child standing at the door.

The kid's hair was a bit long, covering half of his face. He was wearing an oversized black windbreaker. The hem of the windbreaker was dragging on the ground like a big broom, but he was stroking his face coquettishly.

I was about to talk to him, when this kid pulled out a chair from the Fushou store and placed it at the door, and sat there with a big face, first put a pair of black military boots on his feet, and then raised his legs to face the inside Shouted: "Old God stick, there are customers looking for it!"

I was taken aback, old magic stick?Could it be that this is the magic stick Fushou shop?

I was about to go up to ask again, when I heard a beast-like roar from the shop: "You son of a bitch, you won't take care of your guests when you come. How long have you been here? Every time I kiss my mouth, I want What are you eating?"

The kid hummed and shouted at me: "What are you doing in a daze? Just tell me what you want to buy."

I'll go, how does he know I'm here to buy something?
Although the tone was a bit arrogant, it was not as annoying as those guys before, and the half-grown child looked very cute when he said such arrogant and domineering words.

I stepped forward and said to him, "Is this the God's Stick Fushou shop?"

The child raised his head and glared at me: "Old magic stick, someone called you a magic stick!"

I go!This kid is too cheap, sir, isn't this a magic stick Fushou shop?Why did I become a scolding person?
The rough voice in the room shouted: "Which family is the bastard, are you the one who can scream out loud?"

The boy glanced at me, and then shouted: "It seems to belong to the ghost doctor's house in Sheshan."

Hearing this, I immediately decided that this must be the God's Stick Fushou Store, and anyone who knows about Sheshan Ghost Doctor must be a real insider.

The rough voice in the room let out a slight 'huh' sound, and then shouted: "Is it from the old Ou family? Isn't that old guy Ou Qiankun?"

The child shouted into it: "No, it's a little kid!"

I am so hot!Do you think I am annoyed to be scolded as a brat by a brat who doesn’t look like eleven or twelve years old?
But at this moment the voice in the room shouted, "Let him in!"

"The old magic stick let you in, get out!"

After the kid scolded me, he flicked his hair arrogantly.

I immediately saw his face as white as jade. On the left cheek, a scorpion-like red birthmark covered his left eye, but I was startled.

Then he bared his teeth at me: "You have ghost eyes, don't you?"

I was startled, I didn't expect that this child is also an expert in the first world, and he can see the problem with my eyes at a glance.

I hurriedly put away my contempt, nodded and said, "How do you know?"

He pointed to his own birthmark and said, "I am also a Nether Eye, but it is a bit more advanced than yours, and can see through all illusions. No monsters or ghosts can escape my eyes."

I was startled, and was about to say something more, when the voice from the room came out: "You son of a bitch, don't show off there, isn't your face ugly enough? The one who dumped me. Hurry up and wash it off, learn every day Is Lao Tzu good-looking?"

The child squinted at the room, and reluctantly took out a comb, combed it vigorously on his head, then took out a tube of shoe polish, squeezed out some, wiped it on his hair, and fiddled with it vigorously modeling.

I go!shoe polish?I said why his hair is all in locks, looking shiny...

It's a crazy thing to do for a long time!

I hurriedly bypassed the child and walked into the Fushou shop.

The storefront of this store is not big, with a row of shelves in the middle, densely packed with various Buddha statues, such as Tathagata Buddha, Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, Maitreya Buddha with big belly, Four King Kongs and so on.

The two rows on both sides are covered with various wreaths and various paper-made 'goods'.

There are houses, cars, and all kinds of dolls, the key is the fucking ones or inflatable ones...

That's all right, these things are obviously graded, especially the row of car-style paper objects, there are various signs on them, BMW, Mercedes-Benz, Hummer, Audi, Rolls-Royce... …

Sir, all these cars of yours are exactly the same as Alto's, and if you put the logo on them, your worth will double?Isn't this too confusing?
However, these signs are very delicate, looking golden, just like the real thing.

I couldn't resist reaching out to touch the 'Rolls Royce' sign to see if it was real.

At this time, a lazy voice came to my ears: "Don't move around, that thing will fall off as soon as you touch it, you can't afford it."

I shrank my hands in fright, and then said angrily, "I can't afford to pay for a paper car?"

The voice 'hummed': "You have to think about the goods with clearly marked prices before you touch them."

When I looked up, I saw a price tag on the top of the paper car: Rolls-Royce Phantom, 5000000 yuan.

I was so scared that my hands were shaking, sister Ni!Are you selling a paper car or a gold car?Robbery? 500?I'm so blind.

Who is so rich to buy this thing and burn it for fun?

"How about it, are you scared? Don't believe it, my shop has sold two of these cars since I took it over from my master."

As the words fell, I saw a man with a very evil appearance lifted a piece of black cloth and waved at me.

The bright light in front of him shone on his chin, making the face covered by the long hair look like a ghost, but I was shocked again.

Who are the people in this place?Do you like to play scary games?Fortunately, this music is not the kind of frightening mourning song, but a very cheerful soundtrack.

Soundtrack?Where is the soundtrack from?I'm rough, this is obviously the music of Doudizhu!

Then I saw the long-haired guy leaning back in the chair, pressing the mouse with one hand, pinching a cigarette with the other, looking at the computer screen seriously, and shouting: "Bomb!"

bomb?Bomb your sister!I am so depressed!I was almost scared out of my mind, but they were happily fighting the Landlords!

I shouted angrily, "Excuse me, who is Mr. Rong?"

The child outside the door said: "There is only the old magic stick here, and there is no Mr. Rong."

The man in front of the computer scolded: "You son of a bitch, you're taking my word for it again. You want to get beaten up, don't you? You have to copy the Tao Te Ching a thousand times. Go and cook for me when you're done."

The kid outside the door seemed a little scared after hearing this, and walked in slowly, muttering, "Does it really take a thousand times?"

The man snorted coldly: "That's how your master treated me back then, don't try to bargain with me."

"Oh!"

The boy reluctantly agreed, ran into the front counter, and started writing quickly at his desk.

Tao Te Ching a thousand times?Really copied?

I was surprised in my heart. When I was a child, I was fed up with copying ten times and eight times. It is really hard to imagine how this child could sit there patiently.

The dejected voice of the landlord being killed came from behind the computer. The man clicked the mouse and stood up: "It's his uncle, he lost again."

Then he looked at me: "I am Mr. Rong, tell me, what should I buy?"

(End of this chapter)