Chapter 56: Insulting mother and frying master
When Yu Que and others drove out of the city in a ghost car with enthusiasm and anxiety.
In front of the gate outside the county school, after the two subject examinations, the crowd had become much thinner.
The candidates walked out one by one, cursing and screaming in pain. The crowd of vendors and merchants watching outside burst into cheers and dispersed as if they were watching the last monkey show.
In the end, those who should go home go home, those who should go to eat and drink, those who should go to the hospital go to the hospital, and those who should go to the crematorium go to the crematorium.
Fang Mulian rolled up his sleeves and tied his head. He leaned in front of a wall, kicking the stones on the ground with his feet, and looked up at the gate of the county school from time to time.
It wasn't until all the people who took the martial arts test had left, and the county school closed the door with a creak, that the look on Fang Mulian's numb face changed again.
Closing the door means that the third level of the exam will last at least until dawn, and it is very possible to continue it for two or three more days.
Now, everyone who was still lingering outside can disperse completely.
"Let's go and have tea!"
Only some people who were sure that their relatives or friends had entered the third level still stayed in place.
But they are no longer waiting at the gate of the county school, but in small groups, happily walking into roadside stalls and teahouses, waiting with great anticipation.
"Haha! Brother, you are so lucky. Both your son and daughter have entered the third level. Now, someone will definitely be on the list!"
Fang Mulian's eyes were gloomy, and he was like a drowned dog. He trembled and got out of the corner, walking on the street without knowing where he was going.
When he came to his senses again, he found that the direction he was going was exactly the direction home.
Realizing this, Fang Mulian felt panic in his heart. He quickly scratched his head again, turned around, and walked to another place.
But after walking around, he seemed to have encountered a ghost and walked back to the same place.
Fang Mulian realized that she really had nowhere to go, and subconsciously thought of Old Zheng's nigger shop, which she didn't even want to go to.
With a tangled, even ferocious look on his face, he finally avoided going home, not wanting to see his mother, and walked towards Old Zheng's nigger shop.
While walking and stopping, they encountered a late-night ghost car on the road. Fang Mulian did not choose to board it, but relied on her own legs to reach the entrance of the ghost shop.
Two lantern monsters hang on the door of the ghost shop. There are no guests tonight, and they squint their eyes sleepily.
When Fang Mulian walked to the threshold, the two lantern monsters raised their eyelids and glanced at Fang Mulian, then let him in without even bothering to spit out their tongues.
For some reason, Fang Mulian opened and closed the door very quietly, not at all as agile and diligent as usual. Now he just wants to find a hiding place and have a nest, but he doesn't want Zheng Laohei to find out that he is here to work.
Just rustling, Fang Mulian walked to the front hall, and suddenly heard bursts of moans in her ears.
"You bitch! Tell me, are you a bitch?"
There was also Zheng Laohei's cheerful scolding. The guy seemed to have eaten shit in his mouth as he kept chattering. There were also bursts of crying sounds.
As soon as she heard this movement, Fang Mulian knew that she had come at the wrong time. Master Zheng was subduing the female goblin.
His hands and feet became even more tiptoe, and he slipped through the front hall and headed towards his backyard.
But when he walked to the counter, he didn't know why, but he vaguely noticed it. His footsteps stopped and he didn't rush over in a hurry.
At this time, a body also climbed up from under the counter. The other person was lying on the counter, with a frown and pain on his face.
The woman sobbed: "The slave family is a bitch, a bitch...Ah, Mulian!"
The female goblin who was being subdued by Master Zheng suddenly raised her head, saw Fang Mulian standing there, and screamed immediately.
Zheng Laohei, with his short body like a roly-poly, was swaying behind the counter and his behavior was extremely obscene.
He heard the female goblin shouting loudly and burst out laughing: "Well done! Scream more..."
"You, you!" Zheng Laohei raised his eyes and was suddenly startled when he saw Fang Mulian, who was stunned in place.
But the guy calmed down, and there was nothing visible on his dark and red face. He was not embarrassed at all. Instead, he asked in surprise:
"You guys, you came back from the county exam a long time ago...you didn't pass the second subject?"
Zheng Laohei seemed extremely surprised by Fang Mulian's return, even more surprised than Fang Mulian's mother.
But he was only surprised for a moment before he suddenly stood up and scolded Fang Mulian: "You bitch, go back to the backyard!"
The woman under the other party trembled all over after screaming and buried her head in her black hair.
The woman was trembling and wanted to pick up the clothes next to her, but Zheng Laohei pinched her neck and couldn't struggle.
Zheng Laohei panted heavily, leaned behind the woman's ear, and whispered excitedly:
"So good, you don't want your precious son, so quit your job."
Fang Mulian's eyes widened, looking at the step in front of her in disbelief, and subconsciously stepped back.
In the past, the front hall of the ghost shop where he tried his best to stay as much as possible, now in his eyes, turned into a haunted cave where evil spirits roared and whispered, making him feel cold and at a loss.
at last.
He seemed to be sleepwalking and had no idea when or how he walked out of the front hall to the backyard and squatted in front of the frying pan.
With chills all over her body, Fang Mulian was stunned, and unknowingly crawled to the bottom of the pot, and a burst of fire started in the backyard.
He hid in front of the stove underneath, warming himself by the fierce fire, but his body was still trembling.
As soon as he closed his eyes, Fang Mulian would see the horrifying picture of black and white flowers overlapping each other.
His face was painful, the corners of his mouth were stiff, and he finally wailed: "Mother, mother, I'm sorry for you!"
Now, Fang Mulian finally understood.
Why did his mother come to see him from time to time in recent years, but she was always nowhere to be seen.
Compared with before, my mother would often fall ill in bed after being close to her for a few years, but I didn’t know what the illness was, so she would be cured after just hiding in the house for a day or two.
He thought it was because his mother was working hard and was tired.
It happened that when his mother was ill, Zheng Laohei was in the ghost shop. No matter how kind his attitude was to him, he would never be too mean or find trouble.
Many times later, Fang Mulian even thought rebelliously about whether his mother would be able to have more leisure time if her mother got a few more strange illnesses and stayed at home more often.
Now that she recalled all these things, Fang Mulian felt even more chilly, trembling all over and unable to hold firewood.
He said to himself numbly: "I should know, I should have known..."
Looking at the blazing fire in the stove, his voice changed from low to high, from self-pity to full of hatred. Not only did he resent himself, he even resented his own mother in embarrassment. His face was as distorted as a furnace fire, especially weird.
Thinking of all the things he had done in the county examination again, Fang Mulian's eyes were filled with despair.
He stared directly at the fire, unconsciously getting closer and closer, and the flames from the furnace would pop out from time to time and lick his face.
The flames singed his hair and blackened his cheeks, which were burning.
But he didn't feel any pain at all. Instead, he was getting closer and closer to the fire like a moth to a flame.
At this moment, Fang Mulian's eyes were bright and red, with fire burning.
He felt that all he had to do was fall forward, grit his teeth, and not speak, so that all the pain in his life could be experienced at once, and there would be no more pain in the future.
He no longer has to face his mother or deal with the disgusting Zheng Laohei.
But suddenly, when Fang Mulian was about to dive into the fire, a sobbing cry sounded in his ears: "Mu Lian, Mulian!"
The voice was like a cat meowing, trembling, and a tone he had never heard before, but it was his mother's voice.
Fang Mulian turned around hesitantly. He was lying on the stove like a dog, looking back blankly. But he didn't dare to step forward and answer the call. Even though the voice called him a dozen times, he just didn't dare to go out.
"Mr. Zheng, Mulian is an introverted child. Please worry about it." The woman on the ground lowered her eyebrows and flattered her. She talked a lot and then left.
Zheng Laohei responded lazily in the yard. When the woman walked out of the door, he suddenly opened his eyes and drank:
"Fang Mulian, get out of here!"
The guy cursed: "Who the hell asked you to burn the stove? It was a waste of my firewood.
If your mother hadn't been so comfortable serving me just now, I would have skinned you off right now and burned you as firewood. ”
Fang Mulian, who had been called by her mother in all kinds of ways just now, did not dare to come out. Now she was scolded by Zheng Laohei and did not dare to hesitate. She immediately got out of the ground and stood tremblingly in front of Zheng Laohei.
"Master, Master, I, I was wrong." He fell to his knees on the ground, not daring to raise his head.
When Zheng Laohei saw him like this, a surprised smile suddenly appeared on his originally impatient face.
The guy laughed loudly: "Good kneeling, I have been your father for free for many years, and I have taught you for so long, so you are half a real father."
"Raise your head." Zheng Laohei pointed at Fang Mulian and shouted:
"Call me Daddy, and Daddy will forgive you!"
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Fang Mulian raised his head in fear. He suppressed his blush, but under the pressure of the other party's glare, he actually lowered his head and called out: "Dad."
At this time, Zheng Laohei became even more excited. He circled around Fang Mulian like an old dog, and slapped his own thigh. He seemed to be regretting something and looked at the front hall with pity.
"Scream louder!"
"Dad!"
"Louder."
"Dad, Dad!" Fang Mulian tied his head, as if his body and mind had been completely beaten. He even kowtowed to Zheng Laohei three times and couldn't get up.
Zheng Laohei was excited for a while, his face became kind, he knelt down, stroked Fang Mulian's head like a dog, and said gently: "Okay, call me daddy, daddy doesn't blame you for burning the pot."
The guy sighed: "I have no children, you bitch is no different from my son.
Since you broke up today, I will directly take your mother over some other day, and you two will live with me together. ”
When Fang Mulian heard this, she sobbed all over. It wasn't because she was excited or something.
But in Zheng Laohei's opinion, this little puppy must be extremely happy.
The guy pinched his beard, looked around with squinted eyes, changed the subject, and said:
"Now that the oil pan is burning, firewood, corpse oil, etc. cannot be wasted. If you can't be diligent and frugal in running a household, my family fortune will be ruined by you sooner or later."
Zheng Laohei lifted Fang Mulian up from the ground, pointed at the several large jars of ghosts and gods next to the oil pot, and ordered:
"Today you are on vacation to take the county school entrance examination. Originally, you planned to get this batch of goods in a few days. But since you are back and you have set the stove on, we will work an extra hour to finish this batch of goods."
This guy drove Fang Mulian. Seeing that Fang Mulian remained silent and was not as clever as before, he paused and said seductively:
"If you are busy today, I will take you to the front hall to see how to deal with the fried ghost."
At this time, Fang Mulian finally felt a little angry. He nodded numbly and took the initiative to hug the ghost jars placed on his left and right.
But then, something happened that made Zheng Laohei angry.
Today, Fang Mulian was clumsy and messed up two jars of ghosts for some unknown reason. Zheng Laohei was so angry that he cursed and became furious.
Fang Mulian blew up the last jar of ghost food until it looked half-cooked, and even the jar was broken on the edge of the oil pan.
The ghosts came out of it and could only be released but not collected. They were as sticky as a big piece of rice cake and were being fried around in the oil pan.
"Trash!"
Zheng Laohei was furious. He quickly pushed Fang Mulian away, rolled up his sleeves, and ran into the oil pan himself. Then, with a grin on his face, he stirred the oil and prepared the half-cooked fried ghost.
While dealing with it, Zheng Laohei cursed loudly: "You are so vicious, you waste my life!
Even if we sell you and your slutty bitch, we can't make up for our shortfall. ”
Fang Mulian stood behind this guy and finally said:
"You are not allowed to scold my mother."
Zheng Laohei turned his back to Fang Mulian. He was so distressed about his couple that he couldn't care less about him.
This guy continued to curse:
"How dare you talk back? I'm so deceived by lard that I accepted you as my apprentice!"
Zheng Laohei shook his body and suddenly waved his hand: "Come here quickly and help. I'm a little weak. I was shaking too much on your mother just now..."
Bang!
The words in Zheng Laohei's mouth stopped abruptly before he could finish speaking.
He steadied himself, covered the back of his head, and turned around to look at Fang Mulian in disbelief
Fang Mulian's expression was dull, and he was holding a long black iron spoon for stirring the oil pot in his hand. The mouth of the spoon was the size of a sea bowl, and he was looking straight at the other party.
Zheng Laohei looked stunned, his expression was stiff, he touched the back of his head, then put his hand in front of him and took a look, and his pupils suddenly shrank.
Sizzling, drops of blood flowed from his head, making a sizzling sound in the oil pan.
"You, you..." Zheng Laohei pointed at Fang Mulian tremblingly, his eyes filled with gray energy.
But before he could say a few words, he was greeted by Fang Mulian's lifeless eyes.
There was another bang.
The dark iron spoon hit Zheng Laohei hard on the face again, pulling out his teeth. He fell down and rolled into the oil pan. He screamed again and again:
"Ah!"
Between the babbles.
There was blood on Zheng Laohei's body, and his body was indeed weak. Even the family spirit in his body was not functioning properly, and his ghostly energy was still being consumed by the oil pan.
The guy was flailing in the boiling oil, and was caught by the half-cooked fried ghost. He suddenly screamed: "Help me, save me!"
Fang Mulian stood beside the oil pot, looking at the scene in the pot with extremely strange eyes.
Fang Mulian remained silent, but every time Zheng Laohei wanted to crawl out of the frying pan, he would take action and hit the opponent's head with an iron spoon, making a banging sound.
The harder the opponent struggles, the harder he hits.
When Zheng Laohei's skull was shattered, all the brains were smashed out and fried into tofu in the oil pan.
Fang Mulian then stopped hesitantly, and the iron spoon in her hand clattered to the ground, and she took a few steps back with a look of horror on her face.
Phew!
At this time, Zheng Laohei's dark spirit suddenly jumped out of the oil pan again, his face full of despair and sadness:
"You killed me, you killed me!"
The demon was crying and wanted to pounce on Fang Mulian for revenge.
But he is just a ninth-level alchemist, the kind who doesn't seek to improve. He is old and frail, his soul is rotten, and the Yin Shen is only a ninth-level master.
At this moment, he turned into a ghost and pounced on Fang Mulian, which was simply asking for trouble.
Fang Mulian didn't need to think too much. She instinctively turned over and hit Old Zheng's black Yin God with saliva from her mouth. Then she quickly grabbed the opponent and blasted him into the oil pan.
Ahhhh!
In an instant, after Zheng Laohei's physical body died tragically, the man's ghost also fell into the oil pan, wailing loudly, even more sadly than before.
As for Fang Mulian, who was pressing this guy, he didn't care at all about the consumption of his energy. Although his face was pale, his energy was extremely high.
Fang Mulian's eyes widened, looking closely at the miserable image of Mr. Zheng's black spirit, and muttering to himself with a trembling voice:
"Ghosts will die if they are bombed. People will die if they are bombed... gurgling!"
He smiled strangely, his face was twisted with joy, and he couldn't help laughing like crazy.
(End of chapter)