Walk around the huge craters to the end of Silver Grape Street, then follow the cobblestone breakwater and continue west.

The guards of the hundreds of Vetu families had cigarettes in their mouths, like a line of silent fireflies, separated by more than a hundred feet, and followed behind Joe.

Joe came to the trestle leading to the old battery, and a team of army, a team of navy, and a team of policemen joined forces to set up a guard and block the road to the old battery.

Glancing at the brightly lit sentry from afar, Joe continued to walk along the breakwater.

Not long after, a clearing of tents suddenly appeared. This is the transshipment yard of the old pier No. 1 of Tulun Port, where people come and go on weekdays, and the large goods transported by the fleets of various chambers of commerce are piled up here, and countless people are busy transporting these goods to the warehouses.

Old Pier No. 1 was once the cargo heart of the Port of Tulum, a transshipment yard large enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people.

Tonight, the square was full of tents, and the iron-gray tents of the water were supposed to be field tents contributed by the garrison of the port of Tulum.

Soldiers and police patrolled the perimeter, and the tent was filled with whispered weeping and angry cursing.

More than 2,000 homes were destroyed by shelling, and thousands of people who had nowhere to go, except for those who had died, as well as those who had been in the homes of neighbors and friends, were left with a makeshift rescue point at the Port Tulum City Hall.

During the day on the 16th, the men surrounded the town hall.

There are now patrols around the rescue site, apparently to prevent such a thing from happening again.

Joe looked at the tent from a distance, bypassed the transfer yard, and walked onto a dimly lit road. Halfway through, a team of Army soldiers stopped Joe and the family guards behind him, and Joe showed his credentials for the Special Investigation Team, so he was unimpeded.

In the small road, which is less than 20 feet wide, there are a few street lamp poles scattered here, and the old-fashioned gas lamps are weak, and the dim lights illuminate the road from bright and dark. A few wild dogs were huddled next to the wooden boxes and other debris on the side of the road, and when they heard Joe's footsteps, several wild dogs were frightened and jumped out to call.

In Joe's pupils, a crimson glow swirled, and a three-round six-pointed star magic array condensed.

Several wild dogs stiffened, their tails between their legs, their near-death wails, and they staggered away as they urinated.

This is the Medicine Furnace Street, which is also quite famous in the port of Tulum.

Nearly half of the medicinal herb shops in Tulun Port, nearly half of the doctors who are licensed to practice medicine, and nearly half of the pharmacists, etc., in short, nearly half of all the medicinal herb-related businesses in Tulun Port are on this street.

It was late at night, and many shops on both sides of Yaolu Street were still ajar.

This is the port of Tulum, the No. 1 Old Pier, which is the area with the highest density of sailors. It's almost three steps away from a tavern and ten steps away from a chaotic entertainment venue. On weekdays, drunk sailors fight here every night.

On average, every night, there are about ten people with sword wounds, as well as one or two unlucky gunshot wounds. The number of other minor and serious injuries is innumerable.

The shops on Yaolu Street are also open at night to do business.

And it is true that their business at night is much better than during the day.

Joe walked in the middle of the road, came to the back of Medicine Furnace Street, and walked into a small pharmacy with a very narrow door, less than ten feet wide.

The guards of the Vettu family scattered in groups of three or five, huddled on the side of the street, smoking quietly. In the dark, cigarette butts kept lighting up and dimming, really exactly like fireflies.

In the small medicine shop, on three walls, there are wooden medicine cabinets, and on each small drawer, there are thin iron sheets, and the names of various medicinal materials are engraved on them.

Directly facing the door is a long counter, a row of glass jars the size of a human head, neatly stacked on the counter.

Through the glass jar, which was not very clean and was a little blurry, you could see the horrible stuff soaked in the jar. Snakes, centipedes, scorpions, and all sorts of weirdly shaped animal limbs. The contents of these jars made this pharmacy imbued with some kind of eerie and terrifying feeling.

Two old copper lamps and pestles were on the left and right ends of the counter, and the half-bright lights illuminated the pharmacy extremely dimly.

Between the counter and the medicine cabinet, there is a small space, 'crunch, crunch', the sound of utensils rubbing is constantly heard, the temperature in the medicine shop is a little higher than outside, and the air is filled with a strange smell.

"Uncle, I told you at least twenty times, if you throw the 'magic potion' in these jars into the sea, your business will be at least a hundred times better." Joe walked over to the counter and knocked on it with ease.

"The good citizens of Tulun Harbor, they can accept the miraculous potion made from tree roots, turf, and bones, and even some great lords don't mind using powdered human dried corpses in medicine. But these wonderful little creatures are all highly poisonous little creatures, and no one can stand it. ”

"They will never believe that these are actually good medicines that can cure diseases."

Behind the counter, a thin man was squatting on the ground, and in front of him was a small charcoal stove, a copper crucible was resting on the charcoal stove, and a pot of viscous juice was bubbling 'gurgling'.

On the man's head, there were bald spots one by one, which were clearly scars burned by high temperatures, the hair follicles on the bald spots were completely damaged, and there was not a single hair on the mottled bald spots. In addition to these bald spots, the rest of the man's head was full of hair, and the black and oily half-length hair was tied into more than a dozen thin braids by him, which were scattered behind him.

Hearing Joe's words, the man held a copper rod in his hand and gently stirred the slurry in the crucible, while slowly raising his head.

In the dim light, Rao Shiqiao had seen this face countless times, but he was still stunned, and subconsciously gasped.

This is a hideous face completely destroyed by the heat.

The two ears were almost burned off, and only the small half-pulled outer ears hung softly on the head; The eyebrows are gone, and the two eyes are crooked, one pulled up and the other down; The nose, like the ears, was almost completely destroyed, revealing two black holes; The burnt lips were crooked, and saliva continued to soak out from the corners of the mouth that could not be closed.

From the face, to the neck, all the way to the upper body as seen from the open shirt, there were twisted, mottled burn scars everywhere.

Such a face is no different from some evil spirits in the folktales of Tulum Port.

This man, in the entire vicinity of the old pier No. 1, is also quite a well-known figure, because of his grimace, and it is a grimace that has been burned by fire, and everyone who knows him calls him 'Grimace Shopkeeper'.

After a long time, no one forgot the real name of the shopkeeper with a ghostface, and 'grimace' became his name.

Eerie, gloomy, ugly and taciturn, never takes the initiative to deal with people, and sells strange potions, more like poisons than potions.

There is only one answer to who you go to consult, and the pharmacy of the grimace shopkeeper is undoubtedly the one with the worst business in Tulum Port.

Joe reached out and touched the pill in the pocket of his clothes.

Only he, and a handful of people in Tulum Harbor, know that the grimace shopkeeper still has some skills. Not to mention the effectiveness of this life-saving pill on Joe's body, let's just say that three years ago, the old baron, who was already in his nineties, in Port Tulun, let the newly married sixteen-year-old lady successfully conceive a child, which is the credit of the grimace shopkeeper!

Joe even remembers the first time he met the Grimace shopkeeper when he was twelve, fighting with the Wells cubs with his guards. As a result, the little cub of the Wells family played yin and ambushed several times the manpower, and Joe was accidentally slapped in the back and was beaten on the spot to vomit blood.

After leaving the guards to break, Joe, who vomited blood, fled the 'battlefield' and rushed into the medicine furnace street in a panic.

Joe fainted on the medicine stove street, and was picked up by the ghost-faced shopkeeper and returned to the pharmacy, a bowl of extremely unpalatable and suspicious of life, and it only took half an hour for Joe's internal injuries to heal.

Joe became acquainted with Grimace, and the relationship grew better, and Joe even introduced Grimace to a small share of the Witt's smuggling business to subsidize his half-dead, deserted pharmacy.

The grimace shopkeeper blinked, stared straight at Qiao Fa for a while, and then his voice was hoarse, like a leaky bellows, and he laughed "quack": "Open the sea of power?" Congratulations, Master Qiao. ”

"Ritu's family is wealthy, and there is no shortage of potions and breathing methods, right?" The grimace shopkeeper picked up the hot copper cauldron and poured the boiling pulp inside.

Straightening his neck, he kept making strange 'gurgling' sounds from his throat, and the grimace shopkeeper twitched all over, and after a while, a large patch of sticky sweat broke out from his body, and he slowly relaxed his tense and spasmodic body.

Joe looked at him a little worriedly.

He had seen the grimace shopkeeper drink the boiling potion dozens of times, why wasn't he burned to death?

What a miracle!

"Of course, there is no shortage of potions, breathing methods." Joe triumphantly took out the prescription that Laprashi had traded: "I came to you today, I have something else, by the way, give me an appraisal of this!" ”

"That's good...... So......" Putting down the copper cauldron, the grimace shopkeeper was about to ask Joe what he was doing in the middle of the night, when his eyes were suddenly attracted by the bronze piece of paper.

He leaned in front of the piece of paper, stared at the small and dense handwriting on the piece of paper for a long time, stretched out his right hand, and carefully sketched it in the air.

Joe looked greedily at the right hand of the grimacing shopkeeper.

Merciful Mutheste was on top, the fairest, slender, softest, and cleanest hand Joe had ever seen in his life.

More beautiful than his mother Leah's hands, and even better than his sister Tifa's.

The whole body was burned like a ghost, and the grimace shopkeeper only had two hands...... No, it's the elbows and the two forearms and the palms, which are like works of art carved by the gods, and they are so beautiful that people are intoxicated.

Joe fantasized more than once that before the grimace shopkeeper was burned, what a bewitching beautiful man he had to be?

"Giggle, funny." The grimace shopkeeper exhaled softly: "Very interesting recipe." The primary strength potion is five times higher than the basic strength potion that the empire is currently using in terms of unit energy density. What's even more interesting is that the medicine made by this method of preparation has very little impurities. ”

"Moreover, the materials are also very cheap, and it is not difficult to concoct, this is a perfect prescription, and the profit will be much higher than the basic strength potion."

The grimace shopkeeper trembled violently, and forced a smile to look at Joe.

"Good stuff, very good stuff. What do you want to do? The grimace shopkeeper lightly clicked on the prescription: "But, Young Master Qiao, it's hot, it's very hot, this prescription ...... It's easy to get into trouble, big trouble. ”

Joe frowned. It seems that the prescription given by Laplasi is a bit too good?

Across the road, in a dentist's shop with the door ajar, a woman's muttering could be heard.

"Great Mu, is this, haunted?"