Chapter 113
Last night, Tan Wenbin witnessed Hu Yiwei being ganged up on.
He has had the experience of being possessed by evil spirits and knows how painful this process is.
As for enjoyment...that is purely overthinking.
Your self-awareness has been completely replaced, and you have no idea what is happening. You will not enjoy any blessings, and you will suffer all the sufferings.
When I woke up in the morning and looked at Hu Yiwei's appearance, he looked like a family planning tool that was thrown away after use.
So this whole day, Tan Wenbin has been thinking about what he should do.
If we don't think about it quickly, it won't work. Hu Yiwei is looking at it. Then tonight, aren't the pair of ghosts and nannies going to tear the packaging bag and use themselves?
Fortunately, although he had never actually eaten pork, he had actually seen pigs running around.
He was fully involved in Shuyou Lin's incident a while ago, so he took advantage of the situation and figured out a way to imitate others.
Just wait until you go to sleep at night, and when someone comes in to look at your brand, you and he will fight to the death.
Unexpectedly, we didn’t have to wait until night, and people broke up in advance.
In this case, I have nothing to hide, so let’s get started!
When the ghost husband tried to enter his body, he passed away.
If Brother Yuanzi's movement is like snapping his fingers to do whatever he wants, then his movement is becoming more and more like a knee-jerk reflex.
One of the most direct effects of walking in the yin is that you can have a basis for direct confrontation with the evil spirits that were originally invisible and intangible.
The ghost husband came out of the coffin and stuck himself on his back. His arms were stuck to his arms, his legs were stuck to his legs, and his face was directly against the back of his head. His feet went straight under his feet, wanting to Completely hold yourself up and let yourself become its puppet and be controlled by its possession.
This kind of all-round contact and fit is like wearing underpants in the hot summer and suddenly falling into a mixture of ice and water, and the cramps and stiffness of the whole body are unavoidable.
But when Zeng Yinyin led Hu Yiwei upstairs, Tan Wenbin and the ghost husband began to fight for the body.
The ghost husband was very strong. Although Tan Wenbin was not strong enough, he still struggled hard.
After gaining partial control of his body, Tan Wenbin took out the sealing charm from his pocket, slapped it on his forehead.
In an instant, the cold feeling in his whole body deepened, as if the evil spirit had been connected to his flesh and blood, but the ghost husband's consciousness was also suppressed.
Hey, it actually works.
Chickens don't pee, they all have their own ways.
As a ghost boy, Lin Shuyou used this method to forcibly lock Baihe Boy to prevent him from leaving; Tan Wenbin used the same method to carry the ghost husband on his back.
It was uncomfortable, but at least it was equivalent to suppressing a huge threat.
Zeng Yinyin screamed: "Where's my man!"
Tan Wenbin suddenly stood up from the stool he was sitting on while eating. He wanted to punch or slap the woman who wanted to rape him, but he couldn't control his body now. He got up violently and moved forward. He fell down and hit Zeng Yinyin on the head.
"Bang!"
With a muffled sound, Zeng Yinyin was knocked to the ground, clutching her chest in great pain.
Tan Wenbin stumbled up again. He was now equivalent to an ordinary person who had suddenly gained more than double his weight. Moreover, because his whole body was cold, his perception was also disordered, as if he was under the influence of drunkenness.
After getting up, my body was either swaying back and forth or side to side, and I couldn't stand upright at all.
Fortunately, Zeng Yinyin was just an ordinary person. After being knocked down by a headbutt, she was unable to get up for a while, which gave Tan Wenbin time to adjust.
However, he got used to it a little bit, but there were also corpses on the second floor.
The appearance of the mummy brought with it a gust of cold wind. It was clear that there was no more meat left on the body, but it still had a strong rotting smell.
This mummy belongs to Zeng Miaomiao.
She squatted down, lowered her frame, and then with a "pop!" sound, she jumped into the air and fell down behind Tan Wenbin.
A pair of bone hands, as sharp as knives, slashed along the back of Tan Wenbin's neck.
"Hiss!"
Tan Wenbin only felt a burning pain in the back of his neck. The skin had been broken open, but it could not penetrate deep. There was no blood seeping out of the broken skin, only dead skin glowing with white air.
If you were an ordinary person, writing this down would be like killing a fish and disemboweling it, and you could take out everything inside.
Tan Wenbin turned around and punched Zeng Miaomiao. Zeng Miaomiao dodged and jumped to the dining table. Tan Wenbin punched Zeng Miaomiao again, but Zeng Miaomiao dodged again.
"Bang!"
The dining table was smashed into pieces by Tan Wenbin's punch.
Tan Wenbin was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect to have such great power now!
Zeng Miaomiao gathered momentum and jumped up again.
She also seemed to be wary of Tan Wenbin's strength at this time, so she once again chose to attack from behind.
But Tan Wenbin has seen a lot of the standard "pigs running away". Although he is not good at anything, he can still imitate a few "pig snorts".
After suffering a loss, Tan Wenbin leaned forward, straightened his waist, and raised one leg, which was a bit like a fancy shuttlecock kick. At the same time, this was also a move aimed at flexibly falling down.
Most of the dead are generally not very smart and are not even as good as beasts. Some of the dead who are famous for their flexibility will often choose to sneak around and attack you from behind once they find that their front is restricted.
Wei Zhengdao has already studied them thoroughly in his book.
Zeng Miaomiao jumped behind him and was about to fall down, but directly bumped into Tan Wenbin's kicking foot.
Her small bones were covered with only a little bit of skin, and she was not thick-skinned at all. She was immediately kicked out, hit the beam, and was quickly knocked down again.
However, it was small and powerful. When it landed, it was like a spider, flipping over quickly and landing on all fours. Its small head was still raised high, and its narrow eyes kept flashing.
The next moment, Zeng Miaomiao began to move quickly laterally, and Tan Wenbin kept watching her turn her body.
Suddenly, Zeng Miaomiao pulled back against the trend, seeming to avoid Tan Wenbin's attention based on inertia, and then swooped forward, stabbing Tan Wenbin's abdomen with both arms like two sharp pliers.
After losing the target, Tan Wenbin fell down on his back, then grasped with his hands and kicked with his legs.
His legs were in the air, but his left hand really caught something, and then he turned sideways and smashed it towards the ground.
"Pa!" "Pa!" "Pa!"
It's like a washing machine drum, constantly rolling and smashing.
Although the posture is not good-looking, the amount is large and the food is full. Tan Wenbin finally experienced the happiness of Runsheng.
The same move, used by people with different strength bases, has completely different effects.
"Crack!"
Zeng Miaomiao's arm was broken, and the remaining part flew out and hit the wall. When it fell, cracks appeared on her body and the joints were twisted.
Tan Wenbin got up from the ground and looked at the arm in his hand, which looked like a dead stick. Just when he was about to wave it as a weapon, the arm turned into dust and fell off.
Tan Wenbin opened his mouth, took a breath, and white mist came out. In the past, it was hot in winter, but now it is cold in summer.
The wound on the back of the neck gradually turned from white to purple.
At this moment, Grandma Zeng’s voice came from the second floor:
"Who are you?"
Tan Wenbin raised his head and replied without hesitation:
"The 108th generation descendant of Zhang Tianshi of Longhu Mountain!"
There was no response from the second floor.
Tan Wenbin knew that he could not waste time, so he simply picked up the bench and prepared to continue to finish the mutilated mummy.
Unexpectedly, Zeng Miaomiao didn't dare to step forward anymore and began to run around the house to avoid it.
Tan Wenbin chased in a circle, knowing that he could not continue to waste his time like this. When he passed by Zeng Yinyin, he threw a bench at Zeng Yinyin who had just gotten up.
The bench shattered, and Zeng Yinyin fell down again with blood on her head.
Immediately afterwards, Tan Wenbin stopped playing the cat and mouse game and walked out of the kitchen to the hall. He did not rush to the second floor, but ran to the room where he slept. Without it, his hiking bag was still there.
While running, there was a soft sound on the roof. Tan Wenbin looked up and found a second mummy crawling on top of him with one hand, and holding a cane in the other hand.
Ignoring her and continuing to run, Tan Wenbin jumped into the room, rolled over, and came to the mountaineering bag.
At this moment, Grandma Zeng also caught up with her, fell down, and smashed the crutch in her hand directly at Tan Wenbin's face.
"Bang!"
Tan Wenbin pulled out the Yellow River shovel, stretched it, and blocked the blow with the shovel body.
Grandma Zeng's body was knocked out and landed on the cabinet.
Tan Wenbin staggered, his facial expression was distorted, and he felt as if his strength was gradually leaving him.
Without hesitation, he tore off the blackened sealing talisman on his forehead and replaced it with two new ones, one on his forehead and one on his chest.
"Buzz!"
The ghost husband, who was about to break away, stuck close to Binbin again.
Looking down, Tan Wenbin found that veins were exposed under the skin of his arms, and there were dense bulges on his face.
After all, he is not a child, and he is not using Qi. He is purely relying on means to achieve results and forcibly bind himself to an evil spirit.
Lin Shuyou would be injured every time he got up, but that was just a pure injury. Tan Wenbin was not. If he continued, his body might mutate and gradually develop into half human and half corpse. This was still a good development.
There is a high probability that your body will be completely disabled after playing with it, and you will die after a serious illness.
Li Zhuiyuan originally kept a high-heeled doorkeeper in his dormitory, but it was just a formality that did not meet the high standards of righteous people.
And what Tan Wenbin is practicing now is a serious evil way. No, even those who follow the evil way will admire and praise: Brother, you are so cruel to yourself!
"Hiss, woo!"
Tan Wenbin opened his mouth and made a suppressed sound in his throat. This was not intentional, but an instinctive reaction under the influence.
Immediately, he took out the homecoming net from his bag and planned to close the net to solve the problem.
But just as he habitually put his fingers into his pocket to press the ink pad, he felt that his fingertips were hot and there was a severe burning sensation.
"Oh oh oh oh!"
The pain caused Tan Wenbin to quickly pull out his hand and wipe his fingers on the mosquito net next to him.
No, I've become an evil spirit!
Moreover, he is an evil spirit who carries the essence and blood of a black dog with him.
Grandma Zeng rushed over again with a cane, while Tan Wenbin used a Yellow River shovel to cut away.
This kind of mummy is only agile in speed, but in terms of real strength, it can't compare with Tan Wenbin, who is now possessed by the ghost husband. In addition, Tan Wenbin really has routine moves in his mind, and he has a Yellow River shovel in his hand to match, and he will soon defeat Grandma Zeng. The shovel flew out of the room.
Tan Wenbin took advantage of the situation to pursue him and came to the hall. The one-armed Zeng Miaomiao also rushed out and tried to stop him, but was sent flying by Tan Wenbin with a shovel.
Another voice came from the second floor:
"The corpse hunter?"
There is no way, the Yellow River shovel is the standard equipment for those who dig up corpses.
Tan Wenbin did not speak to the other party at all, but chased him with a shovel and patted him.
The two mummies could only be driven away by him, and they would eat a shovelful of them from time to time, and more dense cracks appeared on their bodies.
This feeling is really enjoyable!
Tan Wenbin never thought that one day he would be able to be so independent!
As for the consequences, when you are having fun, who has time to think about the consequences?
But the other party seemed to be aware of his own shortcomings, and began to fight with him, consuming his time.
This made Tan Wenbin extremely annoyed. There were many usable tools in his hiking bag, but the problem was that most of them had to be temporarily illuminated with black dog blood.
After chasing for a while, Tan Wenbin knew that it was over and he would have to run away if he didn't take advantage if he continued to waste more time.
The reason why I couldn't walk before was that I had to stay at Zeng's house to push for clues. Even if I knew there was something wrong with this house, I had to pretend not to take the initiative to break the atmosphere.
But now that the table has been lifted, the constraints of Brother Xiaoyuan's plan have been lifted, and the degree of freedom has been fully maximized.
Tan Wenbin wanted to run out, but as soon as he reached the door, the door quickly closed.
He held the shovel in his hand as if he was about to smash the door, but in reality he was accumulating strength again, waiting for them to come up and stop him.
Two wind sounds came from behind him immediately, the one on the left was faster and the one on the right was slower.
Tan Wenbin turned to the right, completely ignoring Grandma Zeng who was coming from the left and hitting him with the walking stick. Instead, he raised the shovel with both hands and struck Zeng Miaomiao with all his strength!
"Crack!"
Zeng Miaomiao raised her one arm to resist, but her body had already been broken in many places. At this time, the one arm was also broken, and the shovel, which was not much less powerful, hit her head.
With a crisp sound, the head exploded like a walnut kernel.
The mummy collapsed completely and stopped writhing.
It is better to cut off one of his fingers than to hurt ten of them.
Brother Yuanzi once said that most of the evil wisdom generally belongs to the stage of "how much the beasts can change and deceive".
This is also the reason why Wei Zhengdao's book emphasizes that Xuanmen people who have become dead are the most difficult to deal with. Not only will this kind of dead retain some of their methods in life, but more importantly, they may also know your tricks.
Grandma Zeng's second cane hit Tan Wenbin's body again.
Tan Wenbin didn't feel much pain. He raised the shovel and slapped it back. Only then did he feel an empty force. His body involuntarily stepped back. Then he put the shovel on the ground, lowered his head, and opened his mouth:
"Ugh!"
What he spit out was not the warm rice he had just eaten, but black water.
Zeng Yinyin did not poison herself because she still wanted to use her body to have better fun with her husband.
The reason why he vomited these things out means that Tan Wenbin's body is undergoing further transformation.
But just when he was vomiting, Tan Wenbin was keenly aware that Grandma Zeng had stopped moving, but he did not take the opportunity to attack. There was also a exclamation from the second floor.
The first half of the exclamation was that of a young woman, and the second half was that of an old woman's hoarse voice.
In shock, the voices of Zeng Miaomiao and Grandma Zeng were intertwined and confused.
What's wrong, can I still make you feel sympathy for yourself like this?
Tan Wenbin looked down and found that his shovel was standing on the wellhead that was welded shut by iron sheets.
Oh, it turns out I was wrong!
Tan Wenbin was in the yard in the afternoon, drinking tea, smoking and observing the well for a long time.
The conclusion is that there is definitely something wrong with this well, and maybe there is something dirty hidden in it.
Facts have proved that I am indeed somewhat capable, but not much.
He couldn't understand the formation, and he had to memorize the "multiplication formula" every time he entered the formation. But was this a matter of formation? He was just a pig-brained person.
How could a house full of dirty things still be sealed up and still be dirty?
Especially the opponent's current reaction really echoes that sentence. What the enemy opposes is what you should do.
Without any further hesitation, Tan Wenbin took advantage of the fact that he still had strength in his body, raised the shovel, and smashed down the iron cover.
The force was so strong that Tan Wenbin started to roll his eyes, but fortunately, the results really came out.
The iron sheet was broken, and when Tan Wenbin lifted the shovel, he also lifted it, completely exposing the well mouth.
There is a large dead fish skin attached to the inside of the iron lid.
Tan Wenbin didn't go up to the second floor to see the big fish with half its face left, otherwise he would have guessed that the well was sealed by the big fish consuming half of himself.
The well was opened, and a cool breath filled the room.
Tan Wenbin felt a strong burning pain, as if countless steel needles were stabbing him desperately.
With a "clang" sound, the shovel slipped from his hand, and he knelt down at the mouth of the well, wailing in his mouth.
The same goes for Grandma Zeng. White light emitted from the cracks in her bones, as if they were about to split.
The big fish on the second floor was flopping in pain.
The bunch of small fish that were originally attached to Hu Yiwei's body and sucked blood broke away from Hu Yiwei's body one by one, turned over, exposed their white bellies, and died one after another.
Most old houses, even ordinary people's homes, will pay attention to the Feng Shui layout when they are built. Rich people or knowledgeable people are even more particular about this.
The Zeng family hid the dead at home, and there was still an offering table on the second floor, proving that until now, at least up to Grandma Zeng's generation, there was still something in their hands.
This is why the Zeng family can still have a warm meal.
Unlike the Zheng family, it was completely cold early.
As for the Xue family, there is actually not much left. Li Zhuiyuan was even able to use the "immortal" method to induce Xue's father to live early. And when the real ancestor's dream appeared, Xue's father's first reaction was disbelief.
Li Zhuiyuan's lack of perspective led to a lack of information. If he could fully grasp this, he would have to re-examine and analyze the special characteristics of the Xue family. After all, the Xue family can still eat hot dishes.
"Ahhh..."
Tan Wenbin had extensive burn marks on his skin.
The family-protecting formation in the Zeng family's old house gradually resumed operation, and the effect of suppressing evil objects gradually appeared.
Tan Wenbin tore open the two sealing talismans on his body. Previously, he tied her up to prevent her from leaving, but now Tan Wenbin just wanted her to get away.
But the ghost husband didn't leave, and even took the initiative to stick to Tan Wenbin.
He is not a ghost, not an official. As an evil spirit in the countryside, he was raped twice by Tan Wenbin before, but his efforts were exhausted.
Not to mention that the formation in the house was activated again at this moment, which caused great damage to him. Even without this formation, the ghost husband would not be able to continue to be disadvantageous to Tan Wenbin.
All he can do is die together with Tan Wenbin.
However, he still underestimated the richness of Tan Wenbin's methods.
Tan Wenbin is by Brother Yuanzi's side, which is really rare in this world.
He gritted his teeth, took out a evil-breaking talisman, and stuck it on himself.
The moment he pressed against it, Tan Wenbin trembled and vomited a large amount of blood. Behind him, a black shadow emerged in an almost realistic manner, and then ignited flames.
At this time, the extremely weak ghost husband was unable to withstand the power of this evil-breaking talisman.
"Ah..."
Without the entanglement of the ghost husband, although Tan Wenbin still felt very uncomfortable, at least there was no special target from the formation.
At this moment, he saw Grandma Zeng, whose skin had been burned off, using a cane and starting to walk towards the kitchen.
Tan Wenbin didn't know what she was going to do, but he knew he had to stop her from doing it.
Holding the Yellow River shovel again, Tan Wenbin stood up and chased after Grandma Zeng.
On the second floor, a very urgent voice came:
"Corpse hunter, which pier are you sitting on?"
Tan Wenbin ignored him and moved on.
"The corpse collector, leave now. I have a generous gift for you and a secret book to pass on. Don't you want it?"
Tan Wenbin was covered in wounds, but when he heard these words, he wanted to laugh.
Will I be short of secrets?
The books that Brother Yuanzi had read were all read by himself. He also saw from Shuyou Lin how good he was eating.
He really doesn't lack secret books, but what he lacks is the brains to read them.
"Corpse collector, you make a condition, to the right..." the other party stopped talking and said again, "I can satisfy you whatever you want."
"You think you're Aladdin's magic lamp!"
The fish on the second floor began to spit out blood-colored bubbles from its mouth, its single eye gradually turned gray, and its body gradually became cooked and fluffy.
It had finally entered the Zeng family, and had a battle of wits and courage with the grandmother of the Zeng family. In the end, it relied on bewitching Zeng Yinyin to help her late husband return to his soul and let her become his internal agent, and then destroyed the Zeng family.
But it also paid a huge price for this, and Zeng Yinyin's ghost husband also sincerely protected her, forcing it to slowly accumulate strength before it could attack Zeng Yinyin.
At this time, the formation was opened again, and it was located in the house again. It was really unable to continue sealing it, and it was even difficult to resist it.
Now there is only one thought in its mind, which is to kill Zeng Yinyin to complete its mission. The Zeng family must die!
In fact, it had the opportunity before to let the mummy kill Zeng Yinyin while the ghost husband was possessed by the corpse collector, but it did not do so because if it did, the ghost husband would go crazy and help him take revenge.
Although it is a fish, it also has its own ambitions as long as conditions permit.
Grandma Zeng came to Zeng Yinyin with great difficulty. Zeng Yinyin had been knocked unconscious by Tan Wenbin with a bench. Although her head was bleeding, her chest was still heaving.
Grandma Zeng raised the cane and pointed the tip at Zeng Yinyin's chest.
"Crack!"
The Yellow River shovel appeared in time and hit Grandma Zeng on the head. It was not very strong, but she was now very brittle. After her head turned into powder, her body also turned into dust.
Tan Wenbin looked at Zeng Yinyin lying on the ground.
On the second floor, a weak voice came:
"In the future, as long as there is one person left in my Zeng family, I will avenge today!"
Tan Wenbin turned back and cursed:
"You fucking think I'm mentally retarded?"
Tan Wenbin first took a rope and tied Zeng Yinyin's hands and feet, then tore off her clothes and bandaged her broken head to prevent her from dying of excessive blood loss.
After doing this, Tan Wenbin stood up with difficulty, leaned on the Yellow River shovel, and went upstairs.
When I opened the door on the second floor, a strong smell of sesame oil hit my face.
"Ugh..."
Tan Wenbin vomited and vomited black water again.
Why does this smell like Yin Meng's cooking during special training a while ago?
Tan Wenbin did not rush in. Instead, he kept the door open and used a shovel to reach the window on the other side and open the window.
Then he silently lifted up his bloody clothes and covered his mouth and nose.
After waiting for a while, the smell dissipated and faded.
Tan Wenbin stood up and walked inside.
He saw Hu Yiwei lying on the ground with small wounds all over his body and the small fish next to him.
Not to mention, the wounds caused by the fish lip bite look like dense lipstick marks.
Tan Wenbin lowered his head and checked. He was still breathing and not dead. His eyes were wide open and he was still conscious.
"Hey, are you okay?"
Hu Yiwei moved his fingers. The paralysis effect on his body was gradually fading away, and it would not take long for him to recover.
"Just treat it like a nightmare, take a sleep, and it will be fine. Forget it if you can. You have already made money."
According to Brother Yuanzi's thinking process, you have to die here, and then Fan Shulin will find me.
Tan Wenbin looked at the dead fish on the ground. It looked like it had just been steamed and served, and it just needed some onions, ginger and garlic.
Picking up the shovel, Tan Wenbin fiddled with it. It was obviously dead, but Tan Wenbin also thoughtfully offered to separate the flesh and blood.
After doing this, the tension in Tan Wenbin's heart dissipated, and his whole body gradually lost strength. He wanted to go down the stairs, but because his feet were weak, he rolled down directly.
After rolling to the bottom, Tan Wenbin lay there, grabbing the shovel next to him, but he could no longer use the force to stand up.
At this time, a voice came from outside the house:
"Hahaha, have a feast! Hahaha, have a feast!"
Tan Wenbin glanced at his surroundings, rolled his eyes, and cursed:
"How dare you...steal my words."
"Squeak!"
The courtyard door was pushed open from the outside. The fish was dead, and the sealing effect of the door naturally disappeared.
The fool jumped in and looked at Tan Wenbin.
Upon seeing this, Tan Wenbin gritted his teeth and tried to lift the shovel, but in the end he could only move the shovel to his chest.
Now he is wary of everyone.
But the problem is, he really doesn't have the energy to fight now.
The fool entered the room, walked up to Tan Wenbin, bent down with a smile, and brought his face close to him. While looking at Tan Wenbin carefully, he kept poking him everywhere with his hands.
"You..."
Tan Wenbin squeezed out the last bit of strength, raised the shovel a little higher, then crossed it, rubbed the fool's face, and then fell down.
The intensity of this attack is no different from tickling.
But Tan Wenbin felt that he resisted after all and maintained his last dignity before dying. The fool said:
"Monster in human skin, monster in human skin..."
Tan Wenbin's eyes changed, and his first reaction was:
"Brother Xiaoyuan?"
The fool continued: "I am a corpse collector, I am a corpse collector..."
"Brother Xiaoyuan asked you to come?"
Tan Wenbin was relieved that his body was not picked up, it was one of his own.
"Take me to Zhengmen Village and catch that thing! Take me to Zhengmen Village and catch that thing!"
"Okay, take me there..."
The fool bent down and carried Tan Wenbin on his back. He was stupid but strong.
When he was about to walk out, Tan Wenbin on his back reminded: "Shovel..."
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The fool picked up the Yellow River shovel and was about to walk out again when another voice came from his back:
"The hiking bag in the house, the bag..."
The fool followed the instructions, walked into the room, and picked up the hiking bag.
This time, the fool thought he could leave, but as soon as he reached the door, another voice came from his back:
"The women in the kitchen...take them away together..."
After saying this, Tan Wenbin fainted.
He didn't know the specific use of that woman, but he believed that Brother Xiao Yuan should know.
Late at night,
A fool was walking in the alley with a man on his back, a bag in his left hand, and a woman in his right hand.
……
"Mengmeng, what are you doing?"
"Don't worry, help me open the seal. They all fall to the ground."
"Oh, okay."
Zheng Jiayi opened the bags of snacks bought from the canteen one by one and scattered them on the ground.
Yinmeng also piled the meals she bought from her neighbors there.
This is the corner of the town, relatively remote, and there are not many people around. If others saw it, they would probably point their noses and curse: Such a waste of food will be struck by lightning from the sky!
After all the food was spread, Yin Meng took Zheng Jiayi and sat aside, waiting quietly.
But I waited and waited, but couldn't find what I was waiting for.
Yinmeng couldn't help but wonder, had all the rats in this town been eaten?
Last night, she hung from the rafters, listening to the gnawing sounds coming from the two rooms.
In one night, this family of three had to consume two fertilizer bags of mice. No matter how fertile the mice were, they probably wouldn't be able to withstand such a meal.
No wonder the Zheng family had to go into the mountains to catch mice.
"Alas."
Yin Meng stroked her forehead and sighed.
She didn't sleep all night last night because the second half of the night was even crazier than the previous night.
Three pairs of eyes kept looking for any possible gaps in the room from every corner and peering into the room.
It's useless to take a flashlight to shine by yourself. At first, I knew how to avoid it, but later I just stopped pretending. I looked at you under the light of the flashlight and deliberately rolled my eyes.
Yinmeng wanted them to take action first, so that she would have a reason to break the false atmosphere and fight back.
But until daybreak, the family of three retreated again and did not rush in to take action.
But judging from the changes in the process, they are definitely going to rush in tonight.
"Hahaha, have a feast! Hahaha, have a feast!"
At this time, a fool with unkempt hair and shabby cotton clothes ran out, ran directly to the food on the ground, picked it up and put it in his mouth.
"Hey..." Zheng Jiayi wanted to stop her.
Yinmeng picked up the remaining snacks in the bag, walked over, and handed them to the fool.
"The floor is dirty."
The fool looked at this little thing in the bag, then looked at so many on the ground, shook his head, and then continued to lower his head and eat from the ground.
"Eat this!"
Yinmeng opened the packaging bag and handed it to the fool, who waved it away.
"Eat this first!"
Yinmeng increased her voice, which scared the fool so much that he had to raise his head, take the food in the bag, and start eating.
Zheng Jiayi asked in a low voice: "Mengmeng, do you know him?"
Yin Meng asked: "Shouldn't I ask you this?"
Zheng Jiayi hurriedly waved her hands and said: "I don't come back very often."
"That's the village guard. There are people like this in almost every village."
In the past, due to various reasons such as lack of attention from parents and insufficient medical conditions, such mentally ill people were very common in the village.
As they grow older, their family members grow old or die, and they gradually lose the people who take care of them. Many of these people are abandoned early and wander.
Village Guardian is a title that carries good wishes. Although there must be some individuals with extraordinary talents and unclear boundaries between geniuses and fools, the vast majority of them are really just fools.
The title given to them and the various functions of the myth are a tacit understanding that binds them to their village.
From another perspective, the fact that there are village guards in the village and they can live a healthy life proves that the basic living standard of the village has reached a certain level. At the same time, the folk customs must be simple and in line with the villagers' simple desire for a better life from the perspective of the villagers.
Yinmeng didn't think she had met a "treasure" at first, but when the fool was eating, the sound of "chirp" came from nearby, and more and more mice appeared out of nowhere and started eating. When picking up the food on the ground, Yinmeng's eyes changed when she looked at the fool.
It seemed that I had really met a "village guardian".
The mouse has been attracted, and Yin Meng is about to start working.
"Jiayi, open the bag."
"Okay." Zheng Jiayi opened the fertilizer bag in her hand.
"Don't shake your hands, bear with it."
"Okay!"
Yinmeng pulled out the whip, flicked it and then pulled it back. A mouse was rolled up by the whip and thrown into the fertilizer bag.
One, two, three, four...
Zheng Jiayi had already closed her eyes and her hands were trembling, but she was still holding the increasingly heavy fertilizer bag.
"Okay."
Hearing this, Zheng Jiayi opened her eyes, looked down and saw a bunch of mice crawling over her companions in the bag, and felt her stomach began to twitch.
Yinmeng took the bag, tied it with a rope, and then put the bag on her shoulder.
"Gone."
"Okay, Mengmeng." Zheng Jiayi wanted to get closer to Yinmeng like before, but looking at the bulging bag, she still kept a little distance away.
When passing by the fool, Yinmeng stopped, looked at him again, and said:
"Thank you."
The fool didn't seem to hear it and continued to eat what he was holding.
Yinmeng did not go home directly, but stopped in front of a private house and took out the money, hoping that the other party would lend her the kitchen and some ingredients so that she could cook whatever she wanted to take away.
The host was very polite and told Yinmeng to stay and have dinner together for free.
Yin Meng refused the invitation and insisted on paying, but the host still refused to accept it. After helping Yin Meng start the stove fire, she took out the lard can and pointed to the condiments on the table and the vegetables in the cabinet to signal Yin Meng. Make it cute as you like.
Yin Meng did it casually, picking off all the smoked bacon hanging on the beam, without washing it, just cut it into pieces, and then poured it into the pot.
The host's expression finally changed.
Yinmeng took out the money again and asked if it was enough.
This time, the host accepted it with a stern expression and kept saying, "That's enough, that's enough, that's too much."
This time, just after the special training, she and Runsheng came out and followed Xiaoyuan to the river. Under normal circumstances, they would have returned to the school store to help after the special training.
She and Runsheng are both people who have lived a life of money grinding, and making money itself can give them happiness.
Zheng Jiayi put the rat bag aside, then happily went to the back to help burn the stove, and said with a smile:
"Every time I go back to my hometown, I like to cook this kind of stove. It's so fun."
Yin Meng said while stir-frying: "When you need to rely on the stove to cook every day, you won't find it interesting."
After entering the city, she still liked the gas stove, but it was a pity that Runsheng did not allow her to enter the small kitchen in the basement of the store. When the two of them had supper at night, Runsheng cooked it and refused to let him interfere. He even handed over salt and MSG. Neither works.
Even her master, Aunt Liu, praised her after tasting her cooking: "Mengmeng, you really have a good destiny to be a young mistress."
Added another sentence at the end:
"If I had cooking skills like yours, the old lady would be reluctant to let me cook, for fear of burning my face and dirtying my hands."
Actually, there is still half a sentence left, which is:
"I'm even more afraid of killing her."
As Yin Meng stir-fried, she cut the vegetables, poured them into the pot, stir-fried again, and then started adding condiments when she felt they were suitable. During this period, she also took out a bunch of small bottles and jars from her own body and added them. Finally, she thickened it.
"Okay, don't burn it."
When Zheng Jiayi heard this, she immediately got up and went to the stove. Facing this pot of dishes that looked very poor and had more colors than the rainbow,
Praise:
"Wow, it smells so good. Mengmeng, you are so awesome!"
The corners of Yinmeng's mouth slightly raised.
This was the first time that someone praised her cooking skills while she was cooking.
"I'll have a taste first."
Zheng Jiayi picked up the chopsticks and wanted to try a piece.
She cooked the pot, and it was burning vigorously. No matter how strange the dish was, the ingredients were always cooked.
"Crack!"
Zheng Jiayi's chopsticks were slapped down by Yin Meng.
"Don't eat, live well and continue to praise me."
Yinmeng enjoys the feeling of cooking, but she is not so crazy that she really thinks that the food she cooks is suitable for her own people.
The bowl was not big enough, so Yinmeng planned to buy a spoon and a small vat from the host.
The owner waved his hand and refused to take the money, saying that they were all worthless things and could be used only. At worst, she would go to Lao Zheng's house to get them back in two days.
Yin Meng put the delicacies she made by herself into the jar, and then left a sum of money before leaving.
Return to Lao Zheng's house and put the jar and fertilizer bag under the bed.
At dusk.
Yin Meng stood at the window next to the stairs on the second floor, watching the three members of the Zheng family go home one by one.
Each person carried a fertilizer bag on their shoulders, but it was obviously much smaller.
It was night, and Zheng Jiayi, who was supposed to be sleeping, was sitting on the chair in front of the dressing table, not daring to go to bed.
"Go to bed."
"Mengmeng, I'm not sleepy."
"Be obedient."
"Oh, okay."
Zheng Jiayi got on the bed and hugged her knees with her hands. When she thought about the big bag of rats under the bed, she really couldn't lie down.
"Mengmeng, why don't you come up and sleep?"
"I'll wait a moment."
Yin Meng stood at the door.
It's late at night.
The sound of nibbling came again from outside, Lao Zheng's house, dinner was ready.
Only this time, the sound didn't last long.
Yinmeng walked back to the bed and sat down.
She did not pretend to sleep, but even so, an eye appeared in the gap between the beams above, eyes also appeared on the wall, and there were eyeballs moving in the round hole on the floor under her feet.
The three of them were like geckos, sticking or scratching, trying their best to peek inside.
And this time, they may be hungry and no longer satisfied, so they began to bite with their teeth and break it with their hands, trying to enlarge the gap for peeping.
"Mengmeng, what is this sound?"
"Don't worry about it."
Soon, they were no longer satisfied with this method, but became more direct. The door began to be pushed, and the voices of uncle, aunt and Daqiang came one after another from outside:
"Jiayi, be good and open the door. Auntie has something to say to you."
"Jiayi, open the door. My uncle wants you to give your father a few words."
"Sister Jiayi, do you still remember when we were children and you went home to visit the grave and we played together?"
Zheng Jiayi didn't open the door. This time she felt something was wrong.
"Mengmeng, what happened to my uncle's family?"
"Don't you hear me?"
"They, will they be okay?"
"It's okay."
"Huh..." Zheng Jiayi breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this.
"They are already dead."
Zheng Jiayi: "..."
"If you don't want your parents to become like them, then help me pull the tank out from under the bed."
"Okay!"
Zheng Jiayi got off the bed and pulled out the cylinder with both hands.
Yin Meng untied the fertilizer bag and took a spoon to scoop the vegetables she cooked in the tank into the bag.
The mice in the bag ate happily.
Finally, all the vegetables in the jar were scooped in, and the push on the door over there turned into a slam on the door.
The tables and chairs pressed against the door could no longer hold up.
"Go to bed."
"Okay."
Zheng Jiayi returned to bed obediently.
"Bang!"
The door to the room was pushed open, and there was only a strong man standing at the door.
Zheng Jiayi held the quilt in front of herself: "Brother Daqiang...you..."
"Sister Jiayi, why didn't you open the door just now?"
After Zheng Daqiang finished speaking, he turned around, and behind him was his mother:
"Jiayi, you are not good, you let me knock on the door for so long."
Zheng Daqiang turned back, reached out, and tore off the skin on his face, revealing his uncle's face:
"Jiayi, you kept uncle waiting for a long time."
Yinmeng had long noticed the strangeness of this family of three. No wonder they only appeared alone, never in pairs, let alone as a family.
Because they can only keep one person alive, while the other two are like leather jackets.
Therefore, when they talked in the house, they always leaned against the door, and when they were eating mice, they also leaned against the door, because at that time they themselves were hung behind the door like a piece of clothing.
Looking at Zheng Daqiang's actions, this was a real breakup in the physical sense.
Yinmeng breathed a sigh of relief, this meant that she no longer had to be tied down and could move freely.
She raised her foot and kicked the fertilizer bag down.
All of a sudden, the rats that had just eaten a snack swarmed out and crawled around on the floor.
Zheng Jiayi didn't scream this time, because she had just seen a more terrifying scene. In comparison, the mouse was nothing.
The two human skins in front of and behind the uncle separated from him, like two paper figures, grabbing the mice on the ground and putting them in their mouths to eat.
The uncle even knelt on the ground, hugged the mouse with his arms, held the mouse in front of him, then buried his face and started to eat.
If you look closely, you can see that the eyes of these mice have changed color, and some have spots on their bellies or tails.
They ate happily. While enjoying the delicious food, they did not forget to occasionally raise their heads and glance at the two people on the bed, as if to say silently that when they finish their meal, it will be your turn.
Yinmeng was waiting quietly. For the first time, she was full of expectations for her cooking skills.
"Ah!"
At this time, Zheng Daqiang couldn't stand it anymore. His thin body began to twist and twist more and more, and even began to knot.
The same goes for his mother, her body has become twisted into a twist.
But even at this level, they continued to twist with all their strength. In the end, only the sound of broken skin was heard, and the two of them exploded like burst balloons, turning into a large number of fragments.
The uncle was stunned. He was confused by his wife and son.
At this time, he also began to react, his body twitched, and his mouth opened to an extremely exaggerated degree. As if it was not enough, he actually reached out and grabbed his upper and lower mouth and began to exert force.
"Hiss..."
Like peeling a pomegranate, he opened his mouth completely.
"Plop..."
A big fish jumped out, with a rat tail still in its mouth.
Yinmeng picked up the shovel and wanted to chop it.
The big fish's eyes kept blinking, as if he was longing for her help to end his pain, and even shed fish tears.
Yin Meng put away the shovel, took out an evil-breaking charm, and stuffed it into the fish's mouth.
The big fish stopped shaking, but its body continued to swell.
Seeing this, Yinmeng pulled the dressing table over, then pulled Zheng Jiayi to her side, and the two hid behind the dressing table.
"Bang!"
There was an explosion, and the walls, floor, and the dressing table in front of me were all corroded to varying degrees wherever the pus splashed.
Yin Meng breathed a sigh of relief, while Zheng Jiayi was a little distracted.
At this time, a fool's voice came from the yard:
"Hahaha, have a feast! Hahaha, have a feast!"
Yinmeng pulled Zheng Jiayi and walked to the next room. When she opened the door, she saw a fishhook hanging behind the door panel.
She opened the window and looked at the fool downstairs.
The fool jumped up and down and shouted:
"Monster in human skin! Monster in human skin!"
Yinmeng frowned: Is he dead?
"I am a corpse collector! I am a corpse collector!"
When Yinmeng heard this, she immediately asked: "Brother Xiaoyuan asked you to come?"
"Take me to Zhengmen Village and catch it! Take me to Zhengmen Village and catch it!"
"Okay, I'll go with you right now!"
Yinmeng picked up her backpack and went downstairs. When she walked into the courtyard, Zheng Jiayi chased her out: "Mengmeng, where are you going? I'll go with you. Can you let me follow you?"
"Jiayi, your parents are fine now. You can go home now."
"No, I don't dare to be here alone. I don't dare to go back alone. Can you let me go with you? Mengmeng, please!"
She was really frightened just now, and the only thing she could rely on was cuteness.
"I can't take you away, Brother Xiaoyuan will be angry."
She knew that she couldn't be kind to a woman. She could take care of her before, but now that she was fine, she couldn't bring a "burden" to see Xiaoyuan.
"Mengmeng, I beg you, let me go with you."
Faced with Zheng Jiayi's pleading, Yinmeng was also embarrassed, but then she thought about it. It would be the same if she went back when she saw Brother Xiao Yuan. At worst, she would be glared at by Brother Xiao Yuan.
In the end, Yinmeng could only nod helplessly: "Okay, just follow."
"Yinmeng, you are so kind, thank you!"
Late at night,
The fool walked in front, singing and dancing, and behind him, two young girls followed silently.
……
"Uncle Xue, are you okay?"
Li Zhuiyuan was preparing new red sealant, using the blood he had just taken from Xue's father.
"Don't worry, Xiaoyuan, it's okay, just have a sleep and you'll be fine. I'll be gentle."
"Yeah."
Li Zhuiyuan made the red seal clay and put it in his bag. Before leaving, he went to Xue's father's room to check and confirmed that what Runsheng said was correct. Xue's father was sleeping soundly.
The wound on his palm was also carefully bandaged.
Li Zhuiyuan put his hand on Runsheng's shoulder, and Runsheng carried him on his back. The two of them climbed onto the roof, and then jumped off the courtyard wall without disturbing Xue's mother and the relatives and neighbors downstairs.
However, he left a letter saying that he had a sudden inspiration and was going to sketch. Thank you for the hospitality and don't miss him.
As soon as he landed outside the house, the fool happily ran over to Li Zhuiyuan with three fingers in his hands while eating candy, waved at Li Zhuiyuan and said with a smile:
"I am a corpse collector! I am a corpse collector!"
Li Zhuiyuan said: "You are the village guard."
"I am the village guard, I am the village guard!"
"This town is lucky to have you."
The fool walked forward with a smile, and Li Zhuiyuan followed behind.
Runsheng stepped forward and asked: "Xiaoyuan, what about Binbin and Mengmeng?"
Li Zhuiyuan pointed at the three fingers that the fool was still holding up:
"He is leading the way for all of us."
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