In the Chinese medicine shop, a man and a female Ghost Controller looked at Lin Qian entering the backyard, their expressions changing, especially after hearing Lin Qian's casual and extremely insulting words.
An angry look appeared immediately.
When the male ghost controller was about to say something, the female ghost controller standing next to him grabbed him and didn't speak. She just shook her head at him and told him not to be so impulsive.
The male ghost controller looked at the solemn expression of the female ghost controller, and his face froze slightly. The anger on his face slowly recovered, but the dissatisfaction in his heart was still overflowing.
He also knows that now is not the time for him to lose his temper. They still have people to ask for, and their own condition is not very good. Moreover, according to the old man, the young man just now is very strong, extremely strong, so strong that the old man is helpless.
reached the point.
Otherwise, according to normal circumstances, whoever breaks the door will be invited in by the old man in a very angry manner?
He knew this very well, but he was just a little dissatisfied.
Xiaoru glanced at the two people and saw the unconvinced look on the male ghost controller's face. She curled her lips and her eyes were full of disdain, looking down on them.
But Xiaoru didn't care about anything, she just said to them calmly:
"Wait here, I will get you medicine. After you get the medicine, you can leave."
After saying that, he walked into the pharmacy without looking back and went to get them medicine.
The two of them looked at Xiaoru walking into the pharmacy and looked at each other, their eyes filled with hope that they could survive.
But behind the drug store, Lin Qian looked at the half-dead old guy and didn't care what he said. He found a chair to sit on, then took out the photo from his pocket and directly put the bride in the white wedding dress in the photo.
Caught out.
Throwing the bride in the white wedding dress directly to the ground, looking at the white wedding dress being nailed to death by two coffin nails, Lin Qian's eyes were a little gloomy, and she said directly without giving any nonsense:
"Old guy, I'm not here to get medicine this time. I'm here to ask what this bride in a white wedding dress is. Do you know the origin of this thing?"
The old man looked at the bride who was thrown to the ground by Lin Qian, his dim eyes narrowed slightly, and a touch of sadness flashed across his eyes.
Looking at the two coffin nails nailed to the white bride's body, the old man was slightly shocked. He didn't expect that this young man could actually have two coffin nails. Normally, ghost masters can only have one, so thank God.
This life was getting more and more unexpected. When he heard Lin Qian's question, the old man sighed and took off his sunglasses:
"Boy Lin, I don't know where you got this guy from."
"But there is one thing you said wrong. What this devil is wearing is not a wedding dress, but a mourning dress, a custom-made mourning dress."
Hearing the old man's words, Lin Qian narrowed his eyes and looked a little surprised:
"Mourning clothes? Or custom-made ones?"
Looking at the ghost on the ground, Lin Qian asked with some uncertainty.
"Well, it is indeed a mourning dress. This is correct. Even though I am blind, I can still clearly see that it is a mourning dress."
"And I have seen this mourning dress before, and I also know the person who made it."
"As for why this mourning dress is exactly the same as the wedding dress, there is a story to tell."
Lin Qian listened thoughtfully to the old man's words, looked at the bride in white wedding dress on the ground, thought for a while and said to the old man:
"Tell me."
Since it is not a wedding dress, it most likely has nothing to do with giving it to the bride. Since it doesn't matter, Lin Qian's solemn mood relaxed a little.
When the old man heard Lin Qian's words, he didn't care. He shook his head and said:
"This mourning dress came from a tailor shop. There is a person there who specializes in sewing this kind of clothes. This is already an old craft."
"In our time, only their shops could sew ghosts into clothes."
"But because so much time has passed, I don't know if the tailor shop is still there."
"Back then, their craftsmanship was superb. As long as you came to the door with Li Gui and Gui Qian, as long as he promised to help you make clothes, then the clothes they made would definitely satisfy you the most."
"Back then, I also had custom-made clothes. My dear, the price was not cheap. It cost me a full twenty yuan. You know, I just ordered a custom-made shroud..."
Lin Qian listened to the old man's narration. It was normal at first, but later on, something was wrong. Looking at where the old man was recalling the past, Lin Qian frowned and said with some displeasure:
"Old guy, you seem to be off topic..."
When the old man heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he realized that he was going too far. Looking at this very satisfactory young man, he sighed:
"Can't you just let me, this old guy, do it?"
When Lin Qian heard this, his face was very calm:
"Old guy, I've already given in to you, so don't push yourself too far..."
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Looking at Lin Qian who looked calm, the old man shook his head, smiled and said:
"Okay, let's get back to the topic. Let's talk about this mourning dress. It's actually nothing. It was made by a ghost controller who wanted to control the Cunning Bride. As you can see, he failed."
"If I'm not wrong, you brought this ghost out of a graveyard."
When Lin Qian heard this, his childish eyes shrank, and he looked down at the ghost in mourning clothes on the ground, frowning:
"This person is so courageous in controlling the Cunning Bride."
"You are right. This thing was indeed brought out from the depths of a mass grave. When we were about to leave, this thing stood in front of us, so I took him out."
After hearing Lin Qian's explanation, the old man nodded and said:
"That's right. When this guy showed up for the last time, he said he wanted to find the bride's true form, and then there was no news at all."
"Many old guys say that he is dead. Now it seems that is indeed the case. After all, it is not an easy task to control the Bride. It is normal for him to die."
Having said this, the old man paused and looked up at Lin Qian, with some expectation in his tone:
"By the way, when you encountered it, did you see a red umbrella?"
Hearing the old man's sudden inquiry, Lin Qian acted very calmly, with no expression on his face:
"No, it was like this when I met him."
Seeing that Lin Qian's calm expression did not look like he was lying, the old man couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. He sighed and said helplessly:
"What a pity. It was only after he got the red umbrella that this guy came up with the idea of controlling the mysterious bride. He even spent a lot of money to customize this mourning dress that is exactly the same as the bride's wedding dress."
"It's a pity. I didn't expect that the red umbrella was lost..."