Among the dozens of large and small fish sections, the lamprey fish section is just the most inconspicuous one.

The workshop is not large in size, the number of workers is not large, and the processing capacity of large fish catches is limited.

Most importantly, the price of lamprey fish farms is inflated, and the hands and feet of workers are still a little dirty. The large fish harvests entrusted to them to process, and some expensive precious materials are often lost.

Therefore, the lamprey fish farm is deserted on weekdays, and the factory is remote. It is near the beach headland at the easternmost point of the Narwhale Pier. It is half a mile away from the nearest pedestrian. It is hard to see a ghost here all day.

It was already night, and the slightly thin full moon rose slowly from the east.

The waves slapped the reefs weakly, making small sounds, and the endless sounds of the waves quietly swallowed up many noises.

Yanan's hysterical curses came faintly from the fish-cutting yard. In the workshop surrounded by log fences, several fierce mastiffs hung their tongues lazily, swaying and swaying across the messy unloading yard.

Several ragged workers, holding inferior mixed cigarettes, leaned lazily at the gate like those fierce mastiffs, and looked sneakily at the only gravel road leading to the workshop gate.

The moonlight was like water, illuminating the road. The straight gravel road was clean, with no people or cars or horses.

Several workers laughed in a low voice, discussing which one is more beautiful, the two mistresses and the underage daughters.

Hearing Yanan's roar and insult, several workers sighed at the same time.

"The beautiful girl is just wasted." A worker complained in a low voice: "If you leave it to us..."

"Shut up, you know the temper of Lord Meles." Another worker quickly stopped his companion: "I don't want to be sent to the Black Continent to play games with those dark gorillas."

Several workers stopped talking. They occasionally glanced at the road, and most of their attention was placed in the workshop more than two hundred feet away behind them.

In another direction, outside the log fence near the workshop, in the dense woods, a tall and thin man stood quietly in the densest shadow under the shade. He was holding a slender cigar in his mouth, a faint red light flashed from time to time, and a faint smell of tobacco spread in the air.

Yanan's howling continued, and even more cries from women and children came.

The man stood quietly under the tree, like a statue, and even his eyelashes were motionless.

A hoarse voice suddenly sounded quietly behind the man: "Master Weitu sent you to protect Master Qiao? Are you watching here?"

The thin man's body suddenly stiffened, and his body suddenly turned translucent, like the shadow left by a swift sprinting at high speed on the ground. He rushed forward silently and instantly reached another big tree a hundred feet away.

When he was flying, the thin man spit out the slender cigar in his mouth. When he appeared under a big tree a hundred feet away, the cigar that he spit out of his mouth had not even landed on the ground.

The cigar didn't land.

A slender, fair, carved with white jade like the best mutton fat, was quietly poked out from the darkness. As soon as the cigar fell more than a foot, he gently picked it up in his fingers.

The grimace shopkeeper was like a ghostly shadow, without any noise, slowly showing his figure from the darkness.

He rubbed his hands and kneaded the burning cigar into fine powder, sprinkled it on the ground casually: "As a doctor who knows a little about medical skills, I must tell you that tobacco is not good for lungs."

"Gugu" smiled a few times, and the grimace shopkeeper sighed: "But it doesn't matter. You guys who kill thousands of swords may be killed by others at any time. Maybe you can't bear the day when tobacco kills you."

The moonlight shone on the face of the grimace shopkeeper.

At night, in such a secluded woods, the thin man was scared and almost screamed when he saw the face of the grimacing shopkeeper.

After a few breaths, the thin man's voice was a little distorted: "It's you... the face... I remember Mr. Qiao told you that it's best not to come out to scare people at night."

Many people in the Vitu family are familiar with the Ghost Face Storekeeper. One is that Qiao often goes to his medicine shop to hang out, and the other is that his face is so recognizable.

The grimacing shopkeeper laughed, and he took out a mask from his sleeve and slowly pressed it on his face. This was a pure white, smooth mask like a white paper, with no facial features on it.

Under the moonlight, the grimaceful shopkeeper wearing this mask had a little more ghostly aura than when he exposed the face burned by the high temperature before, which made people feel nervous and their pores kept spraying air conditioning out.

The thin man gasped again, and he cursed in a low voice, then looked at the grimacing shopkeeper with great vigilance: "Awesome, this mask is so amiable, it's simply amazing...why are you doing here?"

The grimace shopkeeper spread his hands and sighed: "Isn't this? Are you worried about Mr. Qiao? Mr. Qiao is locked inside, and torture is being used inside. Are you waiting here?"

Joe was kidnapped and taken away by Meles. It had been more than half an hour after the Grim Face Storekeeper received the news.

Meiers took Joe and crossed the entire Tulun Port, and he was round the bush, changing several modes of transportation and using many ways of getting rid of it. Then he took Joe to the Narwhale Pier. When he secretly took Joe into the lamprey fishing field, it was already evening.

The Ghost Face Storekeeper followed him all the way, and it was only after the moon rose that he had just found this place.

"What a good person, Mr. Qiao is. If it weren't for his kindness, I would have helped me get those goods, my pharmacy would almost be able to open." The grimace shopkeeper muttered, "So, Mr. Qiao can't have any trouble."

The thin man snorted coldly: "With us staring, why would something happen to Mr. Qiao?"

The grimace shopkeeper kept shook his head: "That's not necessarily the case. If you stare at it, how could Mr. Qiao be hijacked here?"

Putting his hands in his sleeves, the grimacing shopkeeper hunched over and said slowly: "Not to mention, on the night of the fifteenth, Mr. Qiao opened the sea of ​​strength... You know, I have a little understanding of medical skills. If Mr. Qiao's physical condition is not in great danger or being greatly stimulated, he should have opened the sea of ​​strength naturally in two to three years."

"You have already made Young Master Qiao in danger... Are you still watching here now?" The grimacing shopkeeper sighed heavily: "If I hadn't known that the children of the Weitu family had a deep relationship, I would even suspect that you were intentionally asking Young Master Qiao to die."

The thin man suddenly glared: "Ghost face, don't think that you are Mr. Qiao's 'friend', you can talk nonsense."

He said bluntly: "You are just, Mr. Qiao feels pitiful and has given you some rewards, 'acquaintance'! You are not qualified to be Mr. Qiao's 'friend'. Mr. Qiao is the young master of the Weitu family. We are worried about his safety."

"On the night of Zhongqiu, we brothers were following you to protect our side. But who would have thought that the young master had actually entered the outbreak of the Zhongqiu bloody crime and broke into the most dangerous core area?" The thin man's tone had a hint of anger: "Do you know, our brothers died and injured more than a dozen people!"

The grimacing shopkeeper narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "What else can you say besides indicating your incompetence? I'm going in now to rescue Mr. Qiao, what about you, or, what about you?"

The thin man coughed lightly, and several figures swayed in the woods, and then hid in the shadows.

The "incompetent" evaluation of the Ghost Face shopkeeper not only made the thin man angry and hidden in the dark, but also several other subordinates of the Weitu family who were responsible for secretly protecting Qiao were so angry that they almost rushed out to fight the Ghost Face shopkeeper.

"The master said, let Mr. Qiao experience more things." The thin man's voice became very serious: "This is what the master means. The young master has been pampering since he was a child, but he cannot be spoiled for the rest of his life. So now, he needs some beats and tempering."

"Unless Young Master Qiao encounters a real life danger, we will not take action." The thin man stared at the grimace shopkeeper: "This is the master's order. Unless Young Master Qiao encounters a real life danger, we will not take action."

The thin man pointed to the workshop behind him and said seriously: "What a great opportunity. It can make the young master face the darkness and viciousness of people's hearts and the turbidity and filth of the nobles. What a great opportunity. The young master is about to be eighteen years old. He is already an adult, and he will experience these sooner or later."

The grimace shopkeeper was silent for a while.

Then, he shook his head gently: "I'm not afraid of pulling out the seedlings and helping grow. Master Weitu is too excited. Master Qiao has become that kind of psychologically distorted noble master?"

"However, Master Weitu said it makes sense. This is a world of sins, and good people cannot survive in this world. Only by becoming bad people, becoming evil people, and becoming worse and more cruel than all bad people and evil people, can we be qualified to live freely in this world."

"I hope you can protect Mr. Qiao. After all, he is my only child in Tulun Port." The grimacing shopkeeper put his hands in his sleeves and muttered a little lonely: "My only friend, I don't want something to happen to him."

A step back, the grimace shopkeeper retreated into the shadow under the tree.

The breeze blew the branches and leaves of the big tree, and the grimace shopkeeper disappeared. Just as he appeared inexplicably, he disappeared inexplicably.

Several secret guards of the Weitu family flew out from their hiding place. They quickly searched around a hundred feet for a long time, but failed to find any clues left by the Ghostly Shopkeeper.

"This old ghost..." The thin man took out another thin cigar and put it in his mouth, cursing in a low voice: "I have to report to the master, where is this old ghost coming from?"
Chapter completed!