Old Drug Store: Today We Are Also Competing with Exorcists for Business

I opened a Chinese medicine shop on Wutong Street, and my grandfather left a message: Yaodouzi, the third and seventh row, is not for the living. The girl from the Zhong family at the end of the street, whom I met several times when I was a child. In the impression, she was wearing two braids, squatting at the entrance of the alley, drawing talismans with branches, and giggling after finishing the drawing. Later her family moved away and never came back. Fourteen years apart. On the first day she returned to Wutong Street, she slapped the talisman on my counter. She said she took the order and my pharmacy was not clean. From that day on, she expelled her evil spirit and I expelled my soul. The same thing happened, she kicked in the door and went in to stick a charm, and I followed behind to make medicine for someone. The whole street knew we weren't going to deal with it. Until that day, Grandpa's locked drawer opened by itself. There was only a prescription and her birthday. Only then did I learn that the reason she was able to return to Wutong Street was because fourteen years ago, my grandfather used my three years of life to exchange for her life. - She was supposed to die the year she moved out. (Easy everyday) (Fate cp)