I saw the uncle selling tofu brains at the intersection, and Wang Fan stood behind the flowers and looked over there.

The uncle was dressed in gray clothes, with an almost brown towel hanging from his shoulder, and the tofu brain car he was pulling was full of oil stains, black with yellow and white.

Wang Fan was too far away to smell what the tofu brain was, so he saw that the uncle began to set up a stall.

In the middle of the night, he took out a small folding table and a few small stools from the trolley.

Then he took a white crystal porcelain bowl, pulled up a big iron spoon, scooped two large spoons vigorously in the big pot of tofu brain, took out a pair of disposable chopsticks from the plastic bag next to him, sat aside and began to eat.

The difference is that this tofu brain is not poured with oil or sauce, and he doesn't even put some vegetables, just the white and clean tofu brain, there is no taste, but he eats it wolf.

Wang Fanfang remembered one thing, all ghosts like to eat tofu in the middle of the night, because tofu is light and smooth, in short, all kinds of satisfying their appetite.

This uncle's eating appearance is a ghost, who the ghost sells tofu to, of course it is a ghost.

I haven't figured out where this is, but I still have lonely ghosts to play with, which is good.

The ghost finished eating a bowl of tofu, as if he was doing a demonstration, so that all the ghosts knew that their tofu was delicious and unparalleled in the world.

At this time, three or four ghosts poured out of the dark grass, the car door, and the store, sitting on a small stool next to the shop and ordering: "Give each of us a bowl of tofu brain." ”

The owner of the small stall immediately served three bowls of tofu brain with no condiments at all.

"Guests, the tofu brain is here, everyone is delicious. The shopkeeper brought the tofu brain and put it on the table, and several people devoured it.

At this time, Wang Fan felt that someone was patting him on the shoulder, and he was startled.

The thing made a shushing gesture and said, "Dude, I'm hungry, I'm not waiting for you, I'm going to eat." ”

Wang Fan saw that he was a starving ghost, his eyes were hanged, his long hair was slightly floating, he was squatting behind, his foot bones and hand bones were very long, and his mouth was swollen.

"Go eat it. Wang Fan said haha, in this extremely yin time, it is normal for the other party to not be able to tell whether he is a human or a ghost.

The goblin turned his head and asked him, "Dude, how did you die?" ”

Wang Fan pretended to wipe two handfuls of tears: "I accidentally stepped on the well one day and fell to my death." ”

The guy walked into the stall, ordered a bowl of tofu brains and started eating.

At this time, Wang Fan saw a panicked person running over quickly in the distance.

He speculated in his mind that if it was an ordinary ghost, he would never be so flustered, unless he met a ghost stronger than himself, or a Taoist priest, it was a human being.

If a person runs like this at this time, the three fires above his head will be extremely vigorous, and it is easy to leak yang energy and attract ghosts.

can do such a stupid thing, Bacheng is the unlucky guy who was chased by a ghost just now?.

Wang Fan saw the guy approaching, and when he fixed his eyes, he was actually a monk, with shaved hair, nine black spots on his head, and he was pretending to be wearing a Tang costume and a short robe.

Wang Fan laughed out loud, could it be that this monk was chased by a ghost, it is too ridiculous, I am afraid that it is a deceitful monk, a paper tiger magic stick.

The monk hurriedly ran over as if he had seen a relative, and said to the stall owner: "I finally found it, there is not even a ghost shadow in this vicinity, and I finally ......."

He regarded the stall owner as a person like himself.

The stall owner stabilized him: "Guest, don't be so impatient if you want to eat tofu brain, this thing is worthless, I sell it every day, don't ......be in a hurry."

The stall owner probably thought that the monk was a ghost who couldn't find tofu brains to eat, and the two of them had different meanings.

The stall owner made a bowl of white and shiny tofu brains and gave it to the monk: "Guest, don't be in a hurry to sit and eat." ”

The monk hurriedly thanked him, and at this moment he finally met someone, and the excitement in his heart covered up the embarrassment of being suddenly stuffed with a bowl of tofu brain, but fortunately, he came out with money.

The monk used disposable chopsticks to flip the tofu brain, why is there nothing on this tofu brain, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, how to eat it.

???? The stall owner found that something was not quite right with the monk, and hurriedly said: "If you don't eat it, don't you have the right appetite for tofu brains?" ”

The monk stupidly said something that betrayed his own human being: "There is no condiment on this tofu brain." ”

As soon as he said this, he found that the eyes of several people around him were condensed on him, and those people didn't even eat tofu brains, so they stared at him nakedly.

The monk also scratched his head and smiled, and his smile was full of words: "I'm not a yellow flower girl, what do you think I'm doing." ”

Wang Fan covered his eyes not far away, this brain is not saved? .

The stall owner came back to his senses and took the tofu brain in the monk's hand and said: "The guest sits first, and the guests who eat tofu brain here with me, some like not to eat condiments, and some like to have condiments." ”

The monk sat next to the ghosts who were eating stuffed tofu and said, "Ah, how can you eat without condiments." He turned his head and found that everyone except him was eating tofu brain without condiments.

"I'm just for people like you, come on, okay. The stall owner gave a bowl of tofu brain with color and flavor.

The monk picked up the chopsticks: "I didn't expect anyone to really eat tofu brain without condiments, and I have seen it for a long time." ”

He was about to think of something and said, "Forget it, this time is to clean your mouth, I still don't eat it, take it away." ”

Wang Fan said in his heart, fortunately he didn't eat it, there were condiments specially prepared by evil ghosts in it, which were as vulgar as human meat buns, and he fainted when he ate them, and became a delicacy for evil ghosts.

A few ghosts next to him suddenly stood up, and the monk looked up and said, "These people, I have offended a few people." ”

It's not that he offended others, but in the eyes of others, he is more delicious than tofu brain.

The ghosts finally showed their true colors and opened their fierce mouths.

And the stall owner had already blocked the monk's path: "Don't go, guests, haven't paid yet?" "The real body of this stall owner is a ghost head with a green face and fangs.

The monk immediately ran away: "Ghost, ghost." After speaking, the soles of his feet were windy, and he ran towards Wang Fan's position.

Wang Fan saw that the ghosts also followed, and a few charms in his hand came out of his hands, and the lightning force the ghosts back, and the monk did not pay attention but kept running, trying to leave the ghosts behind.

Wang Fan followed, this unlucky monk may be his guide to this world, he may have to rely on him to go out, and besides, saving people's lives is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, which can be regarded as him Wang Fan has accumulated yin virtue.

The monk ran alone on the road, probably not daring to open his eyes, looking frightened.

Not far away, the ghost monster that had appeared in the corridor reappeared, obviously running for the monk.

(End of chapter)