Sometimes, people are more troublesome than ghosts and harder to deal with than ghosts.

I sent Chen Chao back to the hospital for emergency treatment, and then took Pan Qingqing to the crematorium in Xiaoma's van. The war here was over, and the old Taoist priest and Zhenmin brother were both detained by Tong Dajun.

Xiaoma was also left to record her confession, but I was allowed to leave because I knew someone from the Criminal Police Team.

But I didn't know where to go, but I couldn't continue to stay in the crematorium, otherwise it would arouse suspicion from the criminal police team, so I took Pan Qingqing to the door of Li Bo's paper shop.

The van transferred by Lu Ji was still parked here. The driver rushed over and said to both of us: "Lu Ji was taken away by the black-faced tent. She wants to take you to a safe place!"

Now I am a clay Buddha who crosses the river and cannot protect myself, so I cannot save the old Taoist priests and the others. Besides, they will not be in danger in the criminal police team, but Lu Ji is in danger.

The van driver had already driven to Donggou, and Pan Qingqing asked me: "Who is Lu Ji? Does she know why I am here?"

I nodded and said to the driver: "We don't go back to Huangyanzegou, go directly to Gushepo. I can't let Lu Ji bear the danger alone!"

But the driver turned his head and asked me, "You are not afraid of death, but what about this girl?"

Pan Qingqing hurriedly said: "I also want to see this Green Girl and ask her about my situation!"

The driver turned his head and continued driving, emphasizing word by word: "The decisions made by Yang Shangchao have her reasons and purposes. You just need to follow them, otherwise it will disrupt her plan. Besides, Yang Shangchao was just taken away by the black-faced judge and there will be no danger!"

I had no choice but to respond. Pan Qingqing looked puzzled and unwilling, and wanted to continue to persuade the driver to find Lu Ji. The driver scolded coldly: "You are a weak female, are you unable to think about it when you go to Huangjue Temple late at night?"

Pan Qingqing was startled and muttered in a low voice: "You are the mentally retarded!"

I asked her, "Don't you know your own situation? Where did you before you met me?"

Pan Qingqing curled up, thought for a while and replied: "I only remember that I was lying in the brain ward of the city hospital and was receiving treatment, but when I woke up, I had already arrived at the crematorium. What was going on?"

Seeing her trembling all over, I asked the driver to turn on the warm air in the car.

Snowflakes floated in the night sky, and the sound of firecrackers became more frequent.

It was pitch black outside the car window. I was not worried about Brother Zhenmin and the others, but I was still worried about Lu Ji. This time we won the battle with the black-faced tent. To be precise, I won, with Lu Ji's help.

Pan Qingqing's stomach was roaring around him, but my stomach was so hungry that I lost consciousness, so I said to the driver: "Master, please stop when you pass by the store. I want to buy some food."

The driver responded: "I know where the restaurant still has doors open!"

The van stopped directly in front of an inconspicuous house on the roadside of the northern suburbs of the city and signaled to me: "It's this one. After you go in, you ask the boss for two bowls of rejuvenating noodles. Don't ask for anything else!"

"Rejuvenation noodles?" This is the first time I heard of it.

When I opened the car door, a cold wind blew up with snowflakes. Pan Qingqing wrapped her clothes collar tightly and followed me into this small restaurant with "open all day".

The exterior wall of the hotel is bold with a blue pen and the words "hotel" are written.

A ray of light appeared behind the blue cotton door curtain. I reached out and lifted up the door curtain. It was greasy and the store was not big. There was a counter in the entrance. An old woman was watching a TV program on the TV at one end of the freezer.

When he saw a guest coming, the old woman asked weakly: "What do you want to eat? The restaurant is full of chicken, duck, fish, and fried dishes and pastries!"

"Two bowls of rejuvenating noodles, don't want anything else!" I saw the old woman's gray face and squinted eyes.

The old woman lowered her head again and shouted coldly: "Two bowls of rejuvenating noodles, a total of 18 yuan!"

This is definitely a black shop. Two bowls of noodles cost 18 yuan, but I was so hungry that I couldn't help it, so I took out the money from my pocket and handed over a 20 yuan bill.

The old woman retrieved two one-yuan banknotes, and I took Pan Qingqing to the empty seat to sit down. The tables and chairs here were greasy and seemed to have not been scrubbed for a long time. The decoration of the shop was particularly simple, with only a layer of paint on the ceiling made of prefabricated panels, and some places had not been painted yet.

The chopsticks on the table were not very clean, Pan Qingqing frowned.

I quickly explained: "It's time and time, we'll just put it aside!"

She picked up three-inch wide toilet paper from the table and started wiping the tabletop. I looked at the TV on the freezer, but found that the show that the sketch was still playing had turned into snowflakes and made a harsh sound.

The old woman simply turned off the TV with the remote control. While waiting for the meal, I secretly looked at Pan Qingqing. She also saw my gaze and asked: "Doctor Yuan, why don't the driver come down to have dinner together?"

I quickly explained: "He has had supper. I can't take you back to the hospital right now, otherwise you will be in danger."

"Dangerous?" Pan Qingqing asked: "How could I be in the hospital? Where do you want to take me?"

I continued to explain: "Your illness cannot be cured by the hospital, only Lu Ji can save you."

Pan Qingqing's face changed drastically after hearing this, then covered her temples with both hands and shouted, "Doctor Yuan, my head hurts so much!"

I hurried to grab her hand, but she threw it away.

I saw that the skin on her fair neck was tense. If it weren't for the severe headache, the fluff on her neck would not have stood up. Unfortunately, my needle was gone, so I took out the musk box from my arms, opened it and placed it in front of her nose.

Pan Qingqing smelled the musk and calmed down a little. I saw the rooster-shaped jasper hanging in front of his neck glittering. Is it dangerous?

"Your noodles are here!" A young man with eyes threw two bowls of Yangchun noodles on the table.

I tidied up my collar and pulled out the quick knife from the envelope and put it on the table. The young man and Pan Qingqing were both shocked.

"It's nothing, hurry up and have a meal!" I picked up the greasy chopsticks.

Pan Qingqing asked the young man timidly: "Do you have any hygienic chopsticks?"

"No?" the other party still answered coldly, then turned around and returned to the kitchen. I quickly cut off the greasy chopsticks with a quick knife and handed them to Pan Qingqing, saying, "Use these chopsticks, it's very clean!"

This bowl of Rejuvenation Noodles is just a bowl of ordinary Yangchun noodles. There are not many noodles and the soup is clearer. Fortunately, the noodles are cooked and there is nothing else included in the soup.

Some small restaurants also offer bugs and flies in the food they sell.

I also cut a pair of chopsticks for myself and then grabbed the rice.

After eating the noodles, I even drank all the soup. Seeing that Qingqing had eaten noodles, there was a pool of noodle soup in the bowl, I said to her, "Are you full?"

She shook her head truthfully, and I whispered: "You can't eat anymore without eating, it's not safe here!" After hearing this, her face changed. I put away the musk box from the table, held the quick knife in one hand, and pulled Pan Qingqing in the other hand and left the hotel.

When I returned to the van, I complained to the driver: "What kind of restaurant did you bring us here? It's small in quantity and high in price, and I won't come again next time!"

The driver replied coldly: "No next time!"

I looked at the hotel outside the car window and saw that the word "restaurant" on the wall turned into "hair can".

"Hair jar? Isn't it the meal prepared for the dead on the road to the underworld?"

I was so disgusting that I wanted to vomit, the driver explained lightly: "The rejuvenation noodles you both eat are clean, and the other food and drinks are prepared for the dead."
Chapter completed!