The shop owner was an old man around sixty years old. He looked at Zhou Laowai with suspicion, with a hint of scrutiny in his eyes.
Because the bloodworm is quite unique, ordinary people wouldn't know about this medicine.
Wearing a mask, Zhou Laowai's murky eyes contained a touch of indifference, "Boss, I want all the bloodworm in your shop."
The shop owner was even more puzzled, and asked in confusion, "How do you know that we have bloodworm?"
"Don't worry about how I know."
Zhou Laowai carried a black bag with cash inside, which he had just withdrawn from the bank to buy bloodworm.
"What do you want to do with it?" the shop owner asked again.
It's not that he's talkative or has many questions, but the bloodworm is a medicine passed down in his family, specially formulated by his father at the time for someone else, known by few.
