Chapter 32 Zhaoyou
In the He family mansion.
With a muffled bang, a clay pot placed on the window sill fell to the ground and shattered.
“Who?!”
The cook holding the dinner plate suddenly turned around and was about to reprimand, but the person who knocked over the clay pot was nowhere to be seen. Only a pair of black and white wings fluttered out of the window, flew over the eaves, and landed on the plum tree planted by the courtyard wall.
"It turned out to be a magpie..." The cook shook her head helplessly. Since the pot was not knocked over by anyone, there was no one to blame. She could only admit that she was unlucky.
She put down the square wooden dinner plate in her hand and bent down to collect the fragments of clay pots scattered on the floor. There are many jars of this type in the house, and they are usually used to hold pickled products such as bamboo shoots, beans, and sauerkraut.
One of the dishes at today’s wedding banquet is the traditional Hakka stir-fried bacon with pickled cabbage, bitter bamboo shoots and dozens of tables. Empty jars of various sizes are placed in rows and rows in the back kitchen, being picked up by wild cats. It's not unusual for a bird to knock over a can.
What's more, the cook was actually not too angry. On the day of the wedding banquet, a magpie flew into the wall, which was a good sign anyway.
She swept the pottery shards with a dustpan, straightened up, and looked at the magpie that had landed on the plum branch beside the courtyard wall. A smile appeared on her face covered by yellow paper: "Happy on the plum branches. "Miss Nianjun is really lucky. Why didn't I have such a good sign when I first got married?"
It's no wonder that in the days after her marriage, there were always quarrels at the head of the bed and peace at the end of the bed.
The cook shook her head, turned around and poured the pottery shards in the dustpan beside the stove. Behind her came the melodious chirping of birds and the sound of flapping wings. She must have flown away. ...
“I don’t know where Shunsheng’s baby has gone. I’m so busy back there that I don’t know how to help...” After clearing away the broken tiles on the floor, the cook picked up the dinner plate and While muttering, he quickly went on to serve the food.
Shortly after she left, a staggering figure slowly stood up from the dense flowers. His body was covered with large and small wounds, either bloody flesh wounds, or... There were bruises caused by the collision, his left shoulder was dislocated, one foot was limping and was suspected to be broken, and the mandible was split in half from the middle, leaving only skin and flesh connected.
It was Ning Zhe who was extremely unlucky.
Ning Zhe wiped the blood from his face, looked up at the magpie standing on the top of the plum branch, and suddenly smiled.
He raised his lips slightly, and the melodious sound of birdsong came from the mouth that had lost a few teeth.
There are very few modern city children who can play bird whistles. Fortunately, Ning Zhe is not from the city. He was born and grew up in the countryside. He has a fake rural household registration. When he was a child, he also I went to herd cattle with my grandpa.
The sound of birdsong woke me up, and the next moment, the bruised boy disappeared, replaced by another magpie flying onto the branch.
When the cook thought that Ning Zhe, who made the sound of birdsong and flapping wings, was a magpie, he really was.
Ning Zhe flapped his black and white wings and flew up into the sky. Looking south, he saw a group of blood-stained servants in white walking on the deserted street, beating gongs and drums and blowing cheerful suonas.
What was carried in the center of the team was the lotus platform that once worshiped the snake god.
"Fortunately, I caught up..." Ning Zhe breathed a sigh of relief, but he couldn't believe that he could continue to have bad luck while flying in the sky.
The next moment, a small and swift black shadow left the branches of the plum tree and flew towards him menacingly.
"Snake God, I'll fuck your mother."
Ning Zhe raised his middle finger. If only he had a middle finger right now.
If there are people with extraordinary talents in the world, then they are people like Ning Zhe. Even if he turns into a bird, he is far more brave and fierce than an ordinary magpie. . After briefly becoming familiar with the bird's vision and body structure, he tilted his body without hesitation, flapped his wings, and started fighting with the flying magpie.
At the cost of being pecked out of one eye, Ning Zhe succeeded in killing the crazy magpie. While dripping blood, he landed on the wall of the He family mansion, tilting his head to the side and using it completely. One of his eyes was watching the approaching procession.
He is not worried about Feng Yushu's safety. Before she truly understands the truth that Ning Zhe pretended to be a ghost and used Lin Zhiyuan's mobile phone to call her, and before her wrong perception is corrected, the ghost will never He would kill her, otherwise the part of her identity stolen by Ning Zhe would never be recovered. Feng Yushu will never die unless she knows the truth.
Ning Zhe stood on the wall, silently watching the blood-stained procession carrying the lotus flower pedestal and approaching the main entrance of the He Mansion. Each of them had injuries to one degree or another. Some had a burst abdominal cavity and some were limping. Alas, the leading suona player simply lost his head.
It seems that this group of people has been unlucky on the way here, and even the snake god is no exception. The rotten wooden body was smashed to pieces, and the two long horns on the head were also broken, but luckily The head is still intact, and the almanac is still hanging on its tongue.
On the almanac, today's good and bad luck can be vaguely seen:
[Suitable: Killing]
[Taboo: Traveling, burying, mourning, and offering sacrifices]
The magpie was blind in one eye, and his damaged vision did not allow Ning Zhe to accurately identify the extra characters on the almanac at this distance and angle. His chest thumped, and his heart pounded inside:
< br>"The most critical moment has come. Whether we can successfully destroy this world depends on now..."
Ning Zhe fluttered his black and white wings and flew under the eaves of the main entrance of the mansion.
While the guys were carrying the heavy wooden lotus platform through the main entrance, a magpie deftly clung to the edge to avoid everyone's sight, and landed silently on the broken body of the snake god. Among the corpses.
Ning Zhe folded his wings and quietly slipped into the snake god's open mouth. He curled up his oily and small body deep in his throat and remained motionless, letting the team of summoners move him. The broken snake god was carried to the main entrance of the main building of He Mansion.
"Snake-God-Grandma-Grandma-to-"
The loud shouts and harsh suona sounds echoed over the tables of sumptuous banquet dishes, and the music of gongs, drums, silk and bamboo followed. The sound rang out, and with a rhythmic beat, a young man in white clothes covered in blood carried the corpse of the snake god into the lobby of He Mansion.
Ning Zhe, who was hiding in the snake god's throat, did not know the specific situation outside. He only heard some information that may or may not be useful from the waiter's shouts:
"They Call the snake god 'Grandma'? ”
“The snake god is a female god?”
Before Ning Zhe could figure out what to do from this information, as the heavy lotus flower stand was gently lowered in the center of the lobby, loud shouts came from all around the main building. The guests at the tables seemed not to notice that they were in front of them. The snake god was already in pieces. They raised their wine glasses towards the lobby with their faces glowing red, and auspicious words slipped out like a barrage of cannons.
“One cup to the emperor!”
“Two cups to the queen!”
“Three cups to our snake god grandma to live forever!”
After drinking rice wine and receiving blessings, Ning Zhe's eyes darkened as he curled up in the snake god's mouth.
He didn't know how many people were congratulating the snake god at this moment. He just felt that the huge amount of information was like a dump truck loaded with sand and gravel, and the accelerator was pressed to death and drove into his head.
“Holy shit…”
From the torrent of information that gave him a splitting headache, Ning Zhe struggled to extract the first piece of useful information:
“ Today is the wedding banquet of He Nianjun, the third daughter of the He family. She is going to marry... [Zhao You]. "
Now Ning Zhe already knows that [Zhao You] is the real name of the snake god.
But isn’t Grandma the Snake God a female?
(End of this chapter)