Salted fish dressed as Xiaofubao of the age

Chapter 357 Cinnabar Yellow Paper
Jia Feifei scratched her head and became unsure again.

Yue Qingqing understood her character very well, "It's okay, maybe this clue is useful, you go home first, we should be back soon."

Jia Feifei nodded and walked in the direction of home.

The rest of the children also went home.

Yue Qingqing decided to make some preparations today, and follow the clues to investigate tomorrow.

She can be so sure because of the glucose bottle that pickled tomato sauce five years ago.

In addition to the ghost mirage incident, it seems that only the People's Hospital has news of the strange disease.

Vaguely, Yue Qingqing felt that it might really have something to do with the hospital.

That person can dormant for so many years, there must be some brushes.

Although Yue Qingqing felt that in this world where spiritual energy was thin, the other party's cultivation might not be very strong, but be careful.

Yue Qingqing was going to find a store where she could buy the necessary supplies.

After thinking for a moment, I took the bus to a very remote alley.

Few people come to this street, and the occasional passers-by walk in a hurry with unhappy expressions.

Without him, the things sold on this street are all related to funerals.

At the entrance of the alley are two white wreaths, which rattle when the wind blows, making people creepy.

Unlike the lively and bustling scenes of ordinary streets, this place is deserted, and there is no shouting at all.

Yue Qingqing found a shop.

As soon as he entered the door, the boss waved away people.

"Where are the children? This is not a place for you to come and play."

"I'm here for shopping." Yue Qingqing asked the boss, "Is there any yellow paper and cinnabar?"

The boss is just about to ask your adults?
She saw Yue Qingqing take out a small wallet, which was bulging with a lot of money.

Now that the family is rich, Yue Qingqing has never been short of pocket money.

Grandma, parents, and aunts.

Even every time she went back to Daye Village, her second uncle and second aunt would give her money.

Seeing that it was really a business visit, the boss didn't push it further.

"How much?"

"A stack of yellow paper, and a tael of cinnabar."

The boss turned around and went to get it for her on the shelf.

On the shelf there are ingots stacked in tinfoil, banknotes from the Tiandi Bank, paper villas, cars and the like.

Yue Qingqing even saw two brightly colored paper beauties.

"Here." The boss packed the things in black plastic bags and asked Yue Qingqing to collect the money, seeming to understand what it was for.

"Is it some extra-curricular homework assigned by your teacher? It's also very interesting, wouldn't it be for you to study traditional culture?"

Teachers nowadays like to assign some weird extra-curricular homework, such as raising silkworms, cutting window grilles, hatching eggs, etc., which are not for children at all, but they always make adults tormented enough.

Yue Qingqing smiled obediently at the boss, carried her things and left.

I went to the stationery store to buy a new writing brush.

After returning home, Yue Qingqing locked herself in the bedroom.

Although as children grow up, adults usually knock on the door first.

But the matter was so important, Yue Qingqing still locked the door from the inside.

The yellow paper was spread on the desk, and the cinnabar was also mixed in a container by Yue Qingqing.

Yue Qingqing melted the tip of the brush with warm water, dipped it in a little cinnabar, and stood in front of the table, holding her breath.

The jade on the chest flickered, this was because Yue Qingqing mobilized the spiritual energy in her whole body.

The air in the room stagnates, as if frozen in an instant.

Yue Qingqing stood still like a sculpture, but her momentum became more and more serious.

The cinnabar on the tip of the pen was about to fall, and when the tip of the tip was about to fall off, Yue Qingqing moved suddenly.

The pen is like a dragon and a snake, and a symbol that ordinary people cannot understand is drawn on the yellow paper.

(End of this chapter)