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Chapter 383

Jingle Bell--

jingle bell - jingle bell -

'Qian Ji Groceries' kept ringing the phone.

"Master, no wonder you didn't answer the phone, it turned out that you forgot it in the shop."

Standing outside the shop, Ah Hao propped up the backpack that slipped from his shoulders, and suddenly said when he heard the ringing of the bell coming from the shop.

Frowning, he hung up the phone, and the voice in the grocery store stopped abruptly.

Hearing what the disciples said, Lin Jiuying stepped to the door of the store and listened carefully. The two thick and long eyebrows formed a big word "one" with the frown.

"In my opinion, it's not just that I forgot to bring my mobile phone."

Withdrawing her sideways head, Lin Jiuying turned her head and shook her head at her apprentice and said.

"Well, master, did you find something?!"

Hearing Lin Jiuying's words, Ahao asked quickly.

As an apprentice, he knows very well that although his master is usually narrow-minded and stingy, he is a master with real kung fu and will not deceive himself about this kind of thing.

"Listen carefully."

Without directly answering Ahao's question, Lin Jiuying pointed to the door of the grocery store behind her.

The latter hurried forward and put his ear on the door of the shop.

Not only Ah Hao, but even a few Chinese people around who joined in the fun also stepped forward, leaning against the door of the shop and listening.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Leaning against the gate of the grocery store, Ah Hao covered his other ear with one hand, and sure enough, he heard a faint sound from the grocery store.

"It's true, there are really voices in the grocery store..."

Ah Hao was not the only one who heard the noise. Hearing the clattering sound coming from the shop, a tanned Chinese in Chinatown immediately opened his mouth and exclaimed.

"Really, why didn't I hear anything?"

"That's because your ears are not good enough, why don't you come and try in my position."

"Hey, really, I heard it. There was really a sound coming from the store."

Leaning outside the shop, several Chinese chattered about the voices they heard.

"You're talking about old money. You're really not authentic. You're in the store and you can get through on your mobile phone, but you can't get out."

Of course, some people reacted quickly and cursed a few words.

"It shouldn't be, Lao Qian, although he is a bit greedy for money, he is not enough to be such a jerk."

But there were also people who spoke for him.

After all, after all these years in the neighborhood of Chinatown, everyone who should know has already been known.

"Master, what is going on here?"

Listening to the chattering words of the Chinese in Chinatown, Ah Hao turned his head to look at his master Lin Jiuying behind him.

The latter frowned, pinched his fingers in the direction of the grocery store, and pondered silently for a few seconds before replying: "Perhaps, it's not that I didn't hear the bell, but that I heard it but couldn't come out."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for the reaction of the surrounding Chinese in Chinatown, Lin Jiuying immediately shouted at the apprentice at the door of the store with one hand.

"Ahao, support me."

"Okay, Master."

Hearing Lin Jiuying's words, Ah Hao immediately responded, and while moving the large and small bags on his body, he crossed his hands in front of him.

And following Ah Hao's gesture, Lin Jiuying, who was opposite, stepped forward a few steps, stepped on his palm and jumped lightly, and the whole person jumped up to the second floor of the grocery store.

"it is good!"

From Lin Jiuying opening her mouth to jumping up to the second floor, the whole process was smooth and flowing.

Several Chinese watching the excitement around saw Lin Jiuying appearing steadily on the second floor of the shop, and subconsciously shouted hello.

Due to age reasons, most buildings in Chinatown have separated the first floor from the second floor, with the downstairs for shops and the upper floors for living houses. Of course, even so, a floor height of more than two meters is not something ordinary people can afford. It was easy to climb up, not to mention that Lin Jiuying did not use her hands throughout the whole process, just relying on Ahao's pad, she easily climbed up to the second floor.

Standing on the balcony on the second floor, Lin Jiuying nodded to Ah Hao outside the shop with her hands behind her back.

Click!

A few minutes later, the locked store door on the first floor was opened.

slam-la-

And with the opening of the grocery store, the faint clacking sound that was originally only coming from inside became a bit louder.

"master."

Standing at the door of the store, looking at Lin Jiuying who came out of the grocery store, Ah Hao quickly picked up the luggage on the ground and went up to it.

"How about it, is the person in the store?"

Hearing the apprentice's question, Lin Jiuying glanced at Ah Hao in front of him and the many Chinese in Chinatown who went up with him, and nodded.

"People are indeed in the store, but..."

"But what?"

"However, he is in high spirits now, so he has no time to pay attention to us."

What Lin Jiuying said was a little bit confused, not to mention the apprentice Ah Hao, even the Chinese around were a little confused.

Regarding this, Lin Jiuying didn't say anything, but stretched out her hand to grab the luggage bag on Ahao's shoulder, and said, "You will understand the specific situation after you have a look."

Following Lin Jiuying's words, Ah Hao and a few Chinese who watched the excitement came to the second floor of the grocery store.

"Hey, Hongzhong!"

"Haha, of course..."

"Bar, I like bar, you control me..."

"...Don't blame me for being ruthless. As the saying goes, there are no fathers and sons on the mahjong table. As long as they are on the mahjong table, even father and son have to settle accounts..."

"Nonsense again, give money give money!"

"Why, you are jealous of my luck. I tell you that this luck is innate. You can't envy me. I think that when I was young, I was able to be in Chinatown even with this good luck..."

Walking into the grocery store, the clacking sound became a little louder, and along with the clattering sound was a voice talking to himself.

Follow Lin Jiuying to the second floor.

Compared with the storefront on the first floor of the grocery store, the second floor is a bit more homely. There is a kitchen in the corner, a bedroom on the left, and a dark living room with the curtains on the right. A dim chandelier was on, and Lao Qian was sitting there alone in front of the mahjong table under the lamp, playing cards.

In the dimly lit living room, an old man was sitting at the table talking to himself playing mahjong. This scene was terrifying no matter how you looked at it.

And this weird scene really scared everyone who followed.

"Master, your friend must be demented, otherwise why are you so excited playing mahjong alone in the living room?"

Swallowing, Ahao turned his head and glanced at Lin Jiuying beside him, and said with some fear.

"He's not dementia, but he's been fascinated by ghosts, so he's playing mahjong with ghosts."

Shaking her head, looking at the old money in front of the mahjong table, Lin Jiuying frowned and said.

(End of this chapter)