Paper horse incense shop

Chapter 416 Longhu’s son-in-law
"It's not bitter, it's very delicious."

With a kind smile on his face, Venerable White sent the bottle of cough syrup towards us:
"As an old man, can I still harm you?"

“You’ll know after you try it.”

Gong Shuji and I didn’t even reach for the obviously pretentious bottle of cough syrup on the table.

Before Venerable White said anything, the middle-aged man who had been standing aside became anxious:

"The Lord wants you to drink, so drink!"

"Do you have any idea how hard it is to get these days?"

"Our brothers and sisters in our own guild haven't eaten yet, so we took it out to entertain you first, but you still don't appreciate it!"

"If His Holiness hadn't said that you two were destined, even if you spent one hundred thousand or five hundred thousand to have a drink, you still wouldn't be able to get it!"

One hundred thousand, five hundred thousand?

Change to a bottle that is dirty and exudes unknown meaning?
It's actually a little funny.

I picked up the bottle and Gong Shuji held my hand under the table. I held his hand back, indicating that it didn't matter, and then opened the bottle cap with one hand.

As I expected, as soon as I opened the bottle, even if I held my breath and did not come into direct contact, an indescribable smell still hit my eyes.

Very smelly and smoky.

If I saw it correctly, through the finger-sized bottle mouth, I could vaguely see some strange little things floating in the brown bottle.
It's broken bones.

No one cares more about the shape of death than I do.

No one will be like me. As long as I close my eyes, there are countless bones.

Also, no one, like me, has had countless opportunities to carefully observe the bones.

So, I know so well that it is broken bones.

Broken human bones.

Why are broken human bones in these treasured cough syrup bottles?

Ah, these people are making medicine from corpses.

The reason why their hands were so dirty was because they had dug up corpses earlier.

So, is the cough syrup made by these people made from human bones?
not necessarily.

I don't think so.

This stuff is so smelly and smoky.

If the old man used this kind of thing to trick normal people into becoming believers 'voluntarily', who would drink this kind of thing for no reason?

No one is a fool to go out and drink from other people on the street.

Moreover, the person holding the bottle is an old man who looks very talkative at first glance.

Most people stayed away.

Except, cough syrup wasn't the case for a long time.

At least not at first.

Only in this way can he deceive people and develop a so-called spiritual society, control a group of ordinary people and make everyone become his followers, and make...
Let the middle-aged man be willing to use his children in exchange for money.

Yes, there must be cause and effect for middle-aged men to replace their children.

The middle-aged man may not know the secrets of Longhu Village.

I originally thought that the middle-aged man was the cause, but I never thought that he was the effect.

He was just one of countless people being manipulated.

And after that period of spiritual retreat's 'heyday'.
This kind of thing ushered in a period of manufacturing decline, or a period of severe crackdown, which was also what middle-aged men said was "rare," "rare," and "can't be exchanged for a thousand dollars."

Under control, the raw materials obtained are bound to be very few.

So, how can a group of addicted people break through the blockade?
They failed to break through the blockade. That's why I crave money more and more.

Wealth can lead to the gods.

On the other hand, they are increasingly desperate for money and medicine.

On one side, they dug up the bones of people who had died from cough syrup.

People who have been immersed in certain drugs for a long time will also contain that substance in their bones.

So, pharmaceuticals.

More and more crazy pharmaceuticals.

After it became apparent that raw materials were running low, the bones of dead compatriots were used to make medicines.

What happened today was a post-pharmaceutical carnival.

After eating the bones, they have to ask for money and try their best to get money.

Once they get enough money, maybe someone will be willing to help them get some, otherwise, there is really no hope at all.

Second come
This old man was obviously the person in charge, distributing medicines, but the person in charge did not have those abscesses on his body.

He didn't drink.

He could pull away, make a big deal, and then pull away.

Several eyes focused on the bottle in my hand. I thought about it and put the cap back on:

"It smells too bad. I won't drink it."

There was an obvious look of disappointment on Venerable White's face. The middle-aged man's face trembled, and the red color in his eyes became thicker. He had completely lost the honest and honest look he had just before:
"You people actually reject His Holiness's preaching and are not prepared to join us. That's exactly what you are."

I ignored the middle-aged man who was trembling angrily, and pretended to listen carefully:

"However, I still want to hear what the 'Rice and Meat Immortal' is that my brother just told me about."

"May I?"

"We are still destined. If possible, we might still be able to walk together."

I knew for sure that these two people couldn't exchange all the information in a short time, so I opened my mouth and shouted the name of 'Mirou Immortal'.

Sure enough, the next second, Venerable White glanced at the middle-aged man in surprise. The middle-aged man was obviously stunned, scratched his head with obvious guilt, and seemed to be thinking.

Of these two people, one probably thought the other had mentioned it, and the other estimated when he mentioned it but didn't know.

Venerable White coughed softly and quickly returned to his normal state:
"It turns out that Xiao Chen has already told you about our heavenly father and savior, the rumored supreme rice meat immortal."

"I know that our preaching is effective. There will always be brothers and sisters who join our family not because of 'rewards'."

"Although these things can only be known after joining the association, you and I have a fate today, and you have already learned the name of Mirou Immortal, so I will tell you about it."

"Rice meat fairy."

Venerable White raised a high profile and said calmly:
"That was when He showed me his magical power in a dream. I boldly gave the immortal a title, and the immortal agreed with what I did."

"In Longhu, the Mirou Immortal is not actually called this name."

"Those people in Longhu Village only name the immortals after Longhu. In my opinion, they have no respect at all."

"Although they also built temples to worship the gods, they were not pious enough and lost one step to us. Therefore, except for the festival every three years, the immortals did not respond to various requests from people in the village."

Venerable White clasped his hands together again, raised them above his head, and murmured:

"But I'm different."

"I have adopted a son-in-law in Longhu Village for many years. I have worked diligently and worshiped devoutly, which moved the immortals."

"Immortals teach me in dreams and teach me various methods."

"I still remember that day. It was a seemingly ordinary day."