Font
Large
Medium
Small
Night
Prev Index    Favorite Next

Two hundred and fifteen chapters rat broth

Liu Shangang probably thought I thought he was naughty and gave me a fierce look, but he immediately closed his mouth. I suddenly remembered that the body of the old master of the Zhu family was still in the mourning hall. Although I was not sure if the body had become an evil corpse for the time being, to be safe, I still took off the dog bead chain on my hand and put it on my hand.

The mourning hall of the old man of the Zhu family is the largest house in the village and the only one with a yard. When I entered the yard, I saw many simple wooden beds in the yard, and there were some clothes piled up on each bed. It seemed that we had guessed that we had been right before. In the past two months, Zhu Gang and the others have been living in the mourning hall.

At this time, Wong Tai Sin pushed open the door, waved to us, and signaled us to go in and have dinner.

The moment he pushed open the door, the demonic aura around him became even stronger, but neither Liang Houzai pretended to be careless, nodded to Huang Daxian with a smile, and then walked towards the mourning hall.

After crossing the threshold of the mourning hall, you can see a yellow wooden coffin located near the east wall at a glance. I tried to sense that the coffin did not have the corpse energy unique to the evil corpse. It seems that the body of the old master of the Zhu family did not evolve into an evil corpse.

At this time, many people gathered in the mourning hall. Under the western wall of the house, there were two large steel pots. Everyone lined up and picked up the dishes and chopsticks from Huang Shu in a very orderly manner. Everyone had a listless expression on their faces. Their bodies seemed very weak, and they were almost dragging their bodies and walking slowly.

I noticed that a man walked to one of the steel pots, served half a bowl of rice, and then scooped out some brown and gray pieces of meat and sticky soup from the other pot, and poured them into his own rice bowl.

Liu Shangang came to me and whispered to me: "That thing is obviously rat meat."

When he speaks, he can also make a disgusting expression, as if rat meat is a very disgusting thing.

I have even eaten corpse oil from the evil corpse, so of course a few rat meat will not cause any harm to my psychology.

I glanced at Liu Shangang and said to him: "Don't talk too much."

After that, I carefully observed it in the crowd and tried to find Zhu Gang. Unfortunately, I failed and Zhu Gang was not among these people at all.

During the period when we entered the mourning hall, Wong Tai Sin has been standing not far from us. At this time, he smiled at us and asked Liu Shangang: "How do you know that it is rat meat?"

The smile on his face was still the kind of smirk that was still and his eyes were staring at Liu Shangang.

It was only then that I noticed that his pupils were much larger than normal people, and they were shiny and looked a little creepy.

Liu Shangang also smiled at him and said, "I just ate bamboo rat hotpot in a mountain delicacy store a few days ago, so I can tell at a glance? Alas, Huang Daxian, everyone else has eaten, why don't you eat it?"

Wong Tai Sin frowned stiffly: "Do you recognize me?"

Liu Shangang still smiled and said, "How could that be possible? You forgot that when you were at the entrance of the village, didn't the two of you call you Huang Daxian? Alas, why do they call you Daxian? What are you doing?"

Huang Taishen then relaxed his eyebrows, pointed to the two steel pots on the west side of the house and said to us: "Eat quickly, I've eaten."

Most of the people Zhu Gang brought were relatives and friends who were with him. Although Zhu Gang lost a lot of money to invest in chain hotels in the past two years, the group he runs is still very good, and most of the relatives and friends who follow him can be considered rich people. However, the people in front of him seem to be malnourished for a long time and are very thin. Most of them are wearing fat clothes that are not commensurate with their figures.

I also saw the two people I saw before at the entrance of the village. At this time, their expressions were very dull, and they sat in the corner of the wall like puppets, slowly eating the food in the bowl.

The others were eating very fast, and only these two people were slow.

When I came to the first steel pot to prepare the rice, I smelled a very strange fragrance in the white rice. It was not the fragrance that food should have, but a very irritating tea fragrance, which was slightly mixed with a slight bitterness.

I deliberately kept my face calm, served half a bowl of rice, and came to the second steel pot.

A long-lasting heat emitted from the pot, mixed with the rich meat and sauce aroma, which made people feel very appetizing. But when I stirred the pot with a spoon, I felt that the yin energy around me suddenly became a little heavier.

I couldn't help frowning, and then pretended to be calm and spread half a spoonful of soup evenly on the rice.

Huang Shu seemed to notice the moment when I frowned, and said to me from afar: "It is difficult to get ingredients in such a deserted village. The only meat you can eat is rat meat. But you can rest assured that I have checked all these mice, and they are all healthy mice. I cooked them for a long time. Even if there are unclean things in the meat, they will be scalded to death."

If he hadn't said this, I might have thought this pot of rat meat was quite delicious, but when he said the words "not clean", I felt that the broth I poured on the rice was particularly disgusting no matter how I looked at it.

But out of politeness, I nodded at him with a smile, then turned around and quickly left the mourning hall.

Not long after, Liang Houzai and Liu Shangang also came out, and we left the yard together and walked towards the place where we lived.

Before I could walk far, I saw Huang Daxian and a few people heading towards the mourning hall. These people were very different from those in the mourning hall. Each of them was white and fat, but the expression on their faces was also very dull.

Among these people, one of them was Zhu Gang, who we were looking for. When he walked into the yard, he subconsciously looked at us, but his eyes were a little dull. After taking a quick glance at us, he followed Huang Daxian into the yard.

Because we were worried that Wong Tai Sin would be suspicious, the three of us did not dare to stop for a long time. We quickly entered the entrance of the alley and returned to the earthy house where we stayed.

As soon as he entered the house, Liang Houzai quickly closed the door, and Liu Shangang sat on the ground, picked up the chopsticks and wanted to eat. I quickly patted him and shook his head at him: "There is a problem with the food, don't eat it."

Liu Shangang seemed particularly interested in the rat meat in his bowl. He reluctantly put the bowl and chopsticks aside, took out the compressed biscuits from the backpack he carried with him and distributed them to me and Liang Houzai.

Liang Houzai took a bite of the biscuit, lowered his voice and said to me: "It seems that there is really something wrong with this Wong Tai Sin."

I nodded: "And he is very cautious. Before, Liu Shangang just called him 'Wang Tai Sin', which made him suspicious."

Liang Houzai said: "It's true. When we first entered the village, he noticed Fantian Yin and Qinggang Sword. I think he seemed to be afraid of Grandpa Chai."

Fear of my master?

Liang Houzai's words, his thinking was too jumpy, and my mind was a little too twitchy, so he asked him: "What do you say?"

Liang Houzai said to me, "You think, Grandpa Chai is very famous in this industry. Qinggang Sword and Fantian Seal are his treasures. Many evil ways know these two things. If the evil corpse in the village was really caused by Huang Daxian, what is he most afraid of now?"
Chapter completed!
Prev Index    Favorite Next