Tang Muzhou picked up a blueberry biscuit and observed it carefully.

He broke off one of them, pinched it lightly with his two fingers, and then put it to sniff it. After a while, he looked at me, and his eyes flashed:

"Tang Xiaofan, did you eat this just now?"

I nodded.

"How much did you eat?"

I rolled my eyes: "I don't remember, there are several." ”

He sighed, thought for a moment, and motioned for me to come over.

I didn't know what he wanted to do, but after walking over, Tang Muzhou stretched out his finger and let me take a look at what was on it.

Inside the crumpled black flesh, I saw some tiny, white grains of sand that resembled refined salt, and Tang Muzhou rubbed it again, and after the white spots broke, some long strips of flesh worms appeared.

The way they squirmed in the black flesh looked rather disgusting.

I asked Tang Muzhou: "This is ......"

Tang Muzhou's expression was solemn: "Xiaofan, this kind of black fruit is not a blueberry at all." ”

I was stunned: "So what is it?" ”

Tang Muzhou's two fingers continued to rub, and those small white insects became more and more between his two fingers, and soon they were densely packed.

Looking at those wriggling little white lines, I immediately got goosebumps.

The thought of having this on the cookies I had just eaten made my stomach tumble.

Tang Muzhou said, "Xiaorice, there is a kind of fruit called Ghost Wuzi." This fruit is no different from blueberries in terms of appearance, color, and taste. It's just ......"

Speaking of this, he paused deliberately:

"Legend has it that this kind of ghost black seed is made of the bones of unjustly killed people ground into powder, mixed with corpse oil, and buried in the mud to grow. If a person accidentally eats this fruit by mistake, the seven orifices will be controlled by the unjust soul. Xiaofan, you just ate a few biscuits, and now you can't tell how many unjust souls are behind you, and they control your eyes, ears, mouth, nose and mouth, so you ...... before."

When Tang Muzhou said this, his eyes were gloomy.

I just felt a cool air rise from my back, and I quickly looked back to the left and right.

Behind me was an empty place, and none of the bloodied, glazed-eyed, hideous-looking souls in my head were behind me.

After coming to my senses, I glared at Tang Muzhou angrily: "Don't you Tang Muzhou don't believe in ghosts?" Why do you say all this nonsense to scare me? ”

Tang Muzhou smiled a little playfully, he found a tissue, and wiped off the black flesh pieces on his fingertips, along with the little insects that were still wriggling.

He handed me the used tissues and told me to throw them away.

I frowned and ducked his hand, and leaned sideways again, trying not to touch the thing.

Tang Muzhou sneered: "Tang Xiaofan, you dislike it now, you ate several biscuits just now, you are in your stomach now, that clump, tsk, it is estimated that those little insects are multiplying in large numbers......"

Hearing this, my stomach tumbled again:

"Alright, alright, shut up and stop talking!"

Rubbing my stomach, I really felt that the little white worms were moving around in my stomach, and my skin actually began to itch.

It's like, those little bugs, are burrowing out of my pores little by little.

Seeing that my face turned pale, Tang Muzhou patted me on the shoulder and comforted me: "Tang Xiaofan, look at you." I really can't stand the slightest thing, I don't even see if I'm joking with you here? ”

I shook off his hand: "Just kidding, are you such a joke?" ”

After Tang Muzhou laughed for a while, I asked him, "I just ate a belly of bugs, is my stomach going to rot?" ”

"It's not that serious!"

Tang Muzhou couldn't help but laugh and said: "The little nematode in this ghost crow, as soon as it encounters stomach acid, it will die immediately, and it will not have time to run in your stomach." Moreover, they are quite rich in protein, and one fruit is more nutritious than you eat three eggs. ”

As he spoke, he winked at me, his face full of smugness.

Hearing him say this, my hanging heart relaxed slightly.

Tang Muzhou looked at me intently for a while, and suddenly said something like this: "Tang Xiaofan, those white worms, although they are digested by stomach acid, but those black flesh are the things that play a key role in you!" ”

What the?

I stood up all at once.

Those black flesh, what worked for me?

What the hell is this?

As if he had finally found the problem, Tang Muzhou asked me, "Tang Xiaofan, did you just say that you heard your aunt's coffin board ringing?" Someone else is talking to you, and it's very loud, isn't it? ”

I said yes.

He asked, "Why are you the only one who hears such a loud noise?" ”

I said, "You weren't there, I'm the only one in this hall." ”

Tang Muzhou shook his head, and he touched his aunt's coffin board:

"No, this coffin is fine wood, if it really has to be pried up, the sound is not small. The West Wing where we live is not far from here, if there is really such a big movement, how can I and the others not hear it at all? ”

Listening to him, I think so, too.

The sound of the coffin shaking just now can be described as deafening.

The penetrating power of that voice can be heard not only in this Dongshan Clubhouse, but also in the mountains and forests within a radius of several miles.

But in the huge villa, I was the only one who heard the movement.

It's really bizarre to think about it.

I looked at the side table where the dessert was kept, and seriously remembered what had just happened.

Just now, I did hear the sound in the coffin after eating several biscuits.

"Tang Muzhou, what do you mean is that this ghost black fruit flesh makes me hallucinate?"

"That's right!" Tang Muzhou nodded: "In the flesh of the ghost black seed, there is a substance that can cause temporary derangement of the auditory nerves, and different people will have different situations after eating this kind of thing." Tang Xiaofan, you are in the mourning hall, and your focus is on your aunt and grandmother and the coffin, so it is not surprising to hear that kind of voice. ”

Hearing him say that, I seem to understand.

"According to you, if I am not in my aunt's mourning hall, but somewhere else, after eating this pulp, what I hear is something else?"

Tang Muzhou snapped his fingers: "That's right! ”

After a slight pause, Tang Muzhou's brows tightened again:

"It's just that there's one more thing I don't understand......"

"What?"

Tang Muzhou said and picked up another biscuit, and he carefully identified the black flesh: "This ghost black seed, according to the record in the "Autumn Moon Eclipse List", disappeared more than a hundred years ago. This Anjia, why do you still have this thing now? ”