My Waste Husband novel Chapter 1589

"Uncle, there's a guest." Laily walked into the shop.

A few seconds later, an old hunched man came out of the room behind the shop. The old man was holding a crutch and wearing a pair of presbyopic glasses. At the first sight of Henry, he had already stayed calm. From beginning to end, he looked Henry up and down thoroughly. His eyes hiding behind the presbyopia glasses were full of wisdom.

"Hello, respected guest. How can I help you?" The old man said.

Henry pointed at the herbs in Laily's hand and said, "I want to know what those are."

"It's a kind of cure. It's common and not very common. It grows everywhere. It's rare because there are not many people who will pay attention to it." The old man poured a cup of tea and continued, "Guest, if you like it, I have many."

"Oh? What else?" Henry pulled a chair and sat directly at the door of the shop. "I've just come here and I'm not familiar with everything here. Tell me all about it."

"Of course," The old man nodded and handed the brewed tea to Henry. "There are rare herbs that can be divided by the variety of use, which one do you want to know?"

Henry picked up the teacup and took a sip. "Tell me about the rare ones for external use."

"Take this one, for example." The old man carefully opened a wooden box. Within the box, there was a stalk of grass. It looked exactly the same as the common wild grass on the roadside. However, this stalk of grass was golden in colour.

"This is named the Golden Light. After shattering it, it could be applied to the wound. With just a little bit of it, the wound will heal quickly. Even if the Qi interferes with it, it won't affect this herb."

After the old man finished speaking, he took out another herb.

This time, it was also a stalk of grass, but it was suffused with a black light.

"This one is called the Black Light. Its function is the opposite of the Golden Light. As long as this comes into contact with the wound, your skin will quickly rot."

The old man's hand had not touched the two blades of grass from beginning to end.

The old man continued to say, "These two kinds of grass grow together. One is picked during the day and the other at night. They only grow in places with extreme Yin and Yang."

Henry nodded with an intrigued look.

"Sir, let's continue."

The old man took out some more herbs and explained them to Henry respectively. They were all rare things. In this Forest District, few people could pick them out.

Henry listened, with a drowsy look on his face.

"This stalk is called..."

"That's enough." Henry stretched out his hand and interrupted the old man. At this time, Henry had finished the tea in his hand. He put the teacup aside and said, "Sir, you said that you want to tell me more about something rare and precious, but you always show something common herbs."

The old man shook his head, "Sir, you are wrong to blame me. These things I said are extremely difficult to pick. There are not many people in Forest District who can pick this kind of herb."

Henry smiled slightly. "You see, you have said that this thing can be picked up in Forest District. I want to see something, something that can't be picked in Forest District."

The old man replied, "Don't make fun of me, my guest. We're in Forest District, where nature is unique. With this kind of circumstances, it's difficult for even grass to grow in the other three districts, let alone for any rare treasure to appear.

Henry noticed that the muscles on the old man's arm were moving.

Henry smiled and said, "Well, you want to take action here? Have you made up your mind? Once you take action here, it will be difficult to end the fight."

"I don't want to either," said the old man in a much heavier voice. "I've been here for so many years, and I've almost forgotten my identity. And yet, you've brought it up again. If I don't resist, I'll die here, right?"

"Maybe," Henry touched his nose and said, "after all, I don't like your behaviour very much. Or you can choose to cooperate with us."

"Forget it." A rich disdain appeared on the old man's face. "I once trusted you humans, but the final result was to let me know that you humans are not worthy of trust at all. Since you know Adonias, I think that they have already appeared here. This place will soon become terrible. Perhaps, I should also leave."

"You can try." In Henry's hand, the purple holy sword slowly condensed.

The wriggling speed of the old man's muscles was getting faster and faster. Obviously, he was going to show his original shape.

At this time, a shout suddenly sounded.

"Where are you, Laily? I've come to find you, and I've brought you the things you like."

It was a man's voice. Just judging from his voice, he seemed very young.

The muscles of the old man squirmed and stopped instantly when the voice sounded. He looked in the direction of the voice and shouted, "Young Master Baret, Laily was injured by someone. Come and have a look."

The old man's voice was full of pleading.