Lu Pingsha was so shocked by Yu Qirong's bandit logic that he was speechless. For a moment, he didn't know whether he should complain about him for trusting the store owner so much, or tell him that the things in the store needed to be purchased.
Yu Qirong glanced at Lu Pingsha with a hesitant look on his face, but finally walked back holding his notebook.
Yu Qirong: "I want this notebook... and these matches."
The old man raised his sagging eyelids, and the dark wrinkles around his eyes were pulled deeper. He moved his lips and said in an old and hoarse voice: "Match Sanmao."
The transfer students stood there, looking at the notebook in Yu Qirong's arms, guessing that Yu Qirong must have found some important clues, so they hurried to help and asked, "Where is the notebook?"
“……” The boss opened his eyes hard. The cloudy lens made his eyes look blurry and his vision was probably below normal, so he leaned forward.
"It's not from our store, so I don't charge you for it." As if he had finally recognized it, the boss sat back in his chair with difficulty and let out a long sigh of relief.
"..." Yu Qirong narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the book in his hand, then looked at the matches, pushed the matches on the table, wrinkled his nose, and said reluctantly: "I don't have any money, I don't want it."
The four transfer students would never have thought that such a high-risk NPC didn't even have three cents.
"I have it!" The Mirror Ghost had been following stealthily, and when he found out that he had an effect, he stood up and placed three one-cent coins in front of Yu Qirong's surprised eyes.
The boss picked up the three dimes with trembling fingers, opened the drawer, and put the coins in.
Lu Pingsha stood beside him and noticed the white paper hidden in the drawer with his sharp eyes. He quickly took it out before the boss closed the drawer.
Yu Qirong looked at the stack of white paper cut into squares in Lu Pingsha's hand, and felt curious like a cat scratching at something.
"This is dry tobacco paper!" Liang Xue seemed to remember something, pointing at the white paper in Lu Pingsha's hand, and suddenly realized: "The older generation smoked this when they didn't have cigarettes. I've seen my grandfather roll tobacco and smoke it!"
Lu Pingsha raised the corner of his mouth slightly, looked at the boss gloomily, and waved the white paper in his hand in front of him: "The cigarette papers are all here, and you still say you don’t have cigarettes? Where is the tobacco? Name a price."
Boom——
The boss slammed the palm-leaf fan heavily on the table.
"Not for sale." The boss stretched out his arm to snatch it from Lu Pingsha. The skin on his arm was the same as that on his face, loose and covered with age spots. His brown-black arm was particularly thin and dry, like a dead branch.
Lu Pingsha, who was captured by him, felt as if his arm was clamped by a pair of pliers. The boss's eyes were even more sinister. For the sake of the progress of the task, Lu Pingsha would not let go easily, but the boss obviously did not intend to stop either.
"What are you standing there for? Come and help!" Lu Pingsha scolded the others, but his eyes were fixed on Yu Qirong.
This high-risk NPC is obviously very strong, but now he is standing here without caring. That's right, they are all NPCs in the same instance, so of course they are closer.
Yu Qirong was even more curious about what was in the boss's drawer. He walked around the counter, went behind the boss, opened the drawer in front of the boss, and casually fiddled with the shiny coins inside.
"Yu Qirong! Find the tobacco!" Lu Pingsha interrupted Yu Qirong's curiosity of careful observation and reminded him to do his business, while at the same time he and the other three people subdued the boss.
The boss turned his head suddenly and looked at Yu Qirong who was looking through the drawer. He turned around and was about to pounce on him, but was hugged by Bai Shi across the counter.
Yu Qirong looked at the things in the drawer again and again, and finally took out the coin, pulled out the entire drawer, pulled it hard, put it heavily on the counter, raised his scarlet eyes, and called out, "Mirror Ghost."
He didn't know what tobacco was, but the Mirror Ghost must know.
When Jinggui heard Yu Qirong calling him, he hurried over, rummaged through the drawer on the counter for a while, and finally took out a white medicine bottle, unscrewed it and smelled it, then nodded to Yu Qirong with certainty.
"You go first." Yu Qirong glanced at the group of four transfer students, then looked at the boss with a fierce look on his face and black mist all around him. He covered his mouth and coughed, lowered his eyes to look at his red palm, and then smeared the blood on the boss's body.
The boss immediately released his hold on Lu Pingsha and knelt on the ground in pain. The clothes where the blood was stained were corroded, revealing the body inside which was hollowed out by the black mist. However, the black mist kept dissipating, as if it was afraid of the power of the blood.
Seeing that the boss, who had required four people to suppress, was suppressed by Yu Qirong so easily, Lu Pingsha took a closer look at the remaining blood on Yu Qirong's palm. He had some doubts in his mind, but now was obviously not a good time to ask questions. It would be better to go out first and make a long-term plan later.
"...Let's go." Lu Pingsha said.
The small shop returned to silence, with only the owner's painful groans echoing in the ancient shop. Along with the "squeaking" sound of the fan, Yu Qirong raised his hand and touched his white dragon hook jade.
The black fog obviously had an effect on him, but he slept a lot less today. Combined with the fact that the jade could heal his burns, a far-fetched guess came to his mind, and he deliberately led people away just to verify this guess.
"Just give us the stuff. We are in the same group with him."
Xu Yanan tried to persuade him earnestly, but Jing Gui still hid the bottle of tobacco in his hand tightly, and his blood-stained face was full of fear. "I will only give it to Qiqi."
He had just seen with his own eyes how several people treated the store owner. If they tried to force him, he would go straight into the mirror!
Just as the two sides were in a stalemate, the bell installed in the corridor suddenly rang, and the mirror ghost went straight into the glass window. Soon, there were more "people" in the corridor.
"Classmates" who died in various ways passed by them one after another. There was one whose stomach was cut and his intestines fell out of the round incision. The classmate continued to walk forward as if he was unaware, blood flowing down his steps, and his intestines were stretched very long and followed far behind.
Liang Xue looked grim, but she was still paying attention to these students. "They appeared out of thin air, just like what we saw in the dormitory building."
Shiraishi: "In some dungeons, the movements of ghosts are restricted to a fixed area."
Xu Yanan suddenly realized: "Earthbound spirit!"
"I don't know if you have noticed that there are some traces of soot on their bodies." Liang Xue hesitated, "Although there are no signs of burning on their bodies, there is indeed soot. Coupled with the burning empty classroom, it is hard not to make some associations..."
"The teacher is here, please go in first." Lu Pingsha saw from afar the teacher coming towards them with a book in his hand. He had a lame leg and could only hop step by step. With his weird smile, the scene was terrifyingly funny.
The invisible flames in the corridor spread slowly and wantonly forward. Lu Pingsha, who was sitting in the back row, felt a heat on his back, as if there was a large stove behind him, continuously raising the temperature.
His eyes subconsciously looked towards the empty seat in the front. The white-haired beauty who was supposed to be lying there was nowhere to be seen. This made him feel inexplicably panicked, and the invisible fear gripped his heart tightly.
The existence or non-existence of Yu Qirong is related to their fate, especially when the school rules are still unclear.
In fact, it was not just him. He noticed that everyone in the entire classroom was a little absent-minded, glancing at Yu Qirong's position from time to time.
It was not until the bell rang that the teacher standing on the podium sighed silently and asked, "Does anyone know where Yu went?"
The classroom was silent.
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