There must be something wrong with the old stall head's death, at least he is not a normal death. Now that the mourning hall has not been removed, the soul of the old stall should not have left here. These snakes may have been summoned by the spirit of the old stall head.

And the fat sea didn't dare to slack off, and continued to throw those fine gnocchi into the air. It is said to be gnocchi, but it has actually been kneaded into small balls the size of a grain of rice by the fat man.

The large group of snakes, after devouring the gnocchi doped with lamp oil, quickly retreated.

When the fat man spilled the last handful of gnocchi, his body went limp, and he sat directly on the ground.

In the courtyard, the traces on the ground left by the snakes swimming out are still there, and the gnocchi that has not been swallowed up is also scattered in the courtyard.

At this moment, I noticed that the remaining gnocchi in the yard was quickly swept away by a large swarm of black ants. The black ants were each nearly two centimeters long, and they gathered in swarms, giving people goosebumps to watch.

They didn't know where they came from, they came and went as fast as they came, and after they had preyed on the remaining gnocchi, the scene was empty again.

Looking back at what just happened, we really suspect that we experienced a dream.

I looked back, and thankfully, the coffin lid was closed again.

The little fly was also sweating all over his face, and he looked extremely calm now, but now he was also shocked.

The three of us each found a stool and sat in the mourning hall.

I wiped the sweat from my forehead and asked Little Fly, "Tell me, what's going on?" How did the stall master die? ”

"Sick ...... Sick and dead......"

"Nonsense. If the stall master really died, he would not have died a normal death. Otherwise, his corpse would not have been transformed. You can't hide this from us. ”

Fat Dahai yelled at the little fly, and at the same time, he kept wiping the sweat on his face with his hands.

But his hand had just grabbed the flour and lamp oil, and he smeared it on his face, making it look like a grimace. It was supposed to look funny, but now that we look at him, no one is happy, and we all have something on our minds. Coupled with the fierce and vicious expression deliberately made by Fat Dahai, in the atmosphere set off by this mourning hall, it looked hateful, and I trembled in my heart when I looked at it.

The little fly didn't dare to look at the fat sea, so he lowered his head and said, "Master...... Master, he ...... It's a corpse poison......"

The fat sea fluttered up from the stool and shouted at the little fly, "You still talk nonsense? Don't think I don't know, your master is a bone picker, he deals with corpses all day long, he will be poisoned by corpses? If your master tells you that, then either he lied to you, or the two of you made up nonsense to deceive me and my boss. ”

Unexpectedly, this time the little fly also stood up from the stool and confronted Fat Dahai: "You can say anything about me, you are not allowed to say my master, my master will never lie to me." Who told you that bone pickers won't be poisoned? I ask you, if a doctor comes into contact with a patient every day, will the doctor not get sick? Won't doctors be infected with colds? ”

"You ......" Fat Dahai was dumbfounded by the little fly's rebuttal, and he didn't speak for a long time.

Then the fat man said to me again, "Boss, this little fly...... That seems to make sense......"

I was amused in my heart, so I quickly pulled the fat man back to sit down, and complained: "Can you listen to the little fly finish speaking, and you will know that you can roar, what is the roar?" ”

The little fly retorted to the fat man's words, and there was nothing wrong with it. It is precisely because the old stall head deals with corpses all day long that he is more likely to be infected with corpse poison than ordinary people. However, the old stall has been picking bones for many years, and should have taken quite strict precautions, but this time he was suddenly infected with corpse poison, and this news is indeed shocking.

I asked the little fly again: "The stall master is infected with corpse poison, is it serious?" ”

After asking this sentence, I felt that it was redundant to ask, and the stall master was lying in the coffin, could it not be serious?

Little Fly didn't take my question very seriously, his face showed a sad look, and he slowly recounted a past incident a few days ago: "Master came back from outside that day, and his face was ugly. I thought he was tired, so I cooked a meal and warmed a pot of wine for him......"

I looked at the little fly and interjected and asked, "So, are you really the apprentice of the stall master?" ”

Little Fly glanced at me and smiled wryly, "You still don't believe me." ”

I shook my head and said honestly: "I just think that the stall master is used to being lonely, and the last time I came, he never told me that he wanted to accept apprentices. In less than a year, I accepted you, I just feel weird. ”

Little Fly nodded: "You're right, Master does not have any plans to accept apprentices. It was also purely by chance that I was able to meet Master, who picked up the bones and picked them up. ”

"Picking up the bones?"

"That's right." Little Fly slowly told us about his background.

It turns out that the little fly's life experience is also very pitiful, he originally lived in a village eighty miles away from here, and his father and mother were gone soon after he was born, and the people in the village said that he was a lonely star, and his father and mother were killed, and no one refused to take him in. At that time, a Taoist priest from the village happened to come to the village, and when he saw that the little fly was pitiful, he took him in. There was no place to live, so the Taoist priest took him to live in the Land Temple. Occasionally, the people of the village would bring them something to eat. The Taoist priest was kind-hearted and kept raising Little Fly, but he refused to let Little Fly recognize him as a master. That's because at that time, the Taoist priest should have calculated the life of the little fly, and it would indeed kill the people around him.

Even so, when Little Fly was eighteen years old, the Taoist priest also died of a serious illness. The little fly was sad, and not only killed his parents, but also killed his benefactor. So he decided to stay away from the village and live in the mountains. No more contact with people.

At the age of Little Fly, it is indeed rare to make such a decision. But life in the mountains was even more difficult, and within half a year, he contracted a cold. In the process of going up the mountain to collect his own medicine, he fell into the valley.

At this time, the old stall came here to pick up bones and found him and rescued him back home.

When he learned of his fate, the old stall was not worried but happy, saying that he thought that he would be lonely for the rest of his life, but he didn't expect to meet him. Because the old stall itself is a profession of picking bones, he is destined to be lonely for a lifetime. You can't keep people around, otherwise you will kill your relatives. He and Little Fly can just complement each other, and both of them will be lonely for a lifetime without each other, but they can complement each other together.

So the old stall took the little fly and became his only apprentice.

(End of chapter)

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