Yang Jian did not trust such a strange packet of Chinese medicine.
Although the old man before him said that it could delay a ghost's resurgence, most things involving the supernatural came at a price. Such medicine might be life-saving for someone facing a ghost's resurgence, but for Yang Jian, it might be poison. After all, he was different from ordinary Ghost Tamers.
This mature woman named Xiao Ru had perhaps grown accustomed to Ghost Tamers humbly coming to her door to beg for medicine. Naturally, she felt deeply displeased with—perhaps even disgusted by—a Ghost Tamer like Yang Jian, who had come in threatening to burn down the shop and acting utterly lawless.
But the old man at the medicine shop did not dislike Yang Jian.
Because in all these years, Yang Jian was the youngest and most outstanding Ghost Tamer he had ever seen, without equal. He had helped some very promising youngsters before, but unfortunately, none had achieved the success he had hoped for.
If the person before him did not die unexpectedly, then at the very least, he would one day reach the level of the old man's generation.
"Perhaps you have no use for such medicine, but it is always good to keep it," the old man said.
Yang Jian thought about it and felt that made sense. "What price do I have to pay?"
"Nothing," the old man said. "Consider it a gift from an elder to a junior."
Xiao Ru said nothing. She merely handed a packet of medicine to Yang Jian.
The old man added, "Xiao Ru, bring two more packets. One is too few."
Xiao Ru was somewhat surprised, but she said nothing. She nodded, turned around, and fetched another two packets.
"Take them," she said, staring at Yang Jian.
Yang Jian