A wisp of sword qi wrapped around his neck, and he smiled indifferently.

"Where Yin Gongzi came, Poor Dao knows, but please allow Poor Dao to defend himself before your sword qi passes through Poor Dao's neck."

Unlike yesterday, today's Mo Xu has lost his disguise and become the same as when he first met him.

"Justification?" The fox narrowed, "I've never had the patience to listen to people's excuses. ”

"It's stylish, I like it, but my justification is different from others. Because it involves the truth about the death of the bell. Needless to say, he tapped himself with his hand, "In this matter, the poor road is wronged!" In fact, last night, Poor Dao wanted to tell you more of the truth, but when you heard about the place in the Heavenly Floating Pagoda, your patience was exhausted, and you even thought that Poor Dao was talking nonsense. ”

"No, do you think I'll still believe you?"

"Of course! If Gongzi Yin doesn't believe in Poor Dao, then Poor Dao is a corpse lying on the ground right now, and there is no chance to talk to Gongzi here at all.

The main reason why Childe came to find the poor road was to find the reason rather than kill people to relieve hatred. It just so happens that the reason is also known to Poor Dao, and Poor Dao has never thought of hiding it from you and Xiao Ruyi. ”

"Say!"

"This matter started more than a year ago.

On that day, the poor road walked all day, and there was no one along the way, and seeing that the sky was getting darker and darker, the poor road almost thought that he was going to rest in the barren mountains and mountains.

Who knows, just when Poor Road was about to perch on a low tree, he saw two lights. The light was like two eyes, swaying in the darkness.

Poor Dao didn't have anything, but he was a little bolder, and his curiosity was a little heavier, so he walked over to the two lights, thinking in his heart that if it was a beast, it would be a good meal.

Maybe it was because God had insight into this little bit of Poor Road, and when Poor Road got closer, he found that the place where the lights were on was actually a restaurant.

It is said to be a restaurant, but it is more humble than the urban and rural places. There are a few small thatched huts, and two thousand-folded lanterns hang in front of the door. The two rays of light I saw earlier were drawn from the lanterns.

In the restaurant, there was a pretty girl sitting with a bowl and eating, and when she heard the footsteps of the poor road, she raised her head. That girl, if you see it, you will be a little surprised, because her face is exactly the same as Xiao Ruyi.

Of course, at that time, I didn't recognize Xiao Ruyi, so when I saw such a face, I just politely glanced at it twice.

Just when Poor Dao looked at the girl, and even began to think about how to open his mouth to spend the night, the girl's eyes turned and she said a word first, this guest officer, sorry, the shop has closed.

If it was in the past, hearing such words, no matter how cheeky Poor Dao was, he would turn around and find another place. But at that time, not to mention the middle of the night, the road was still difficult, and there was only one restaurant within a radius of 100 miles, if he left, even if the poor road was willing, the hungry stomach of the poor road would not be willing.

So, the poor road stubbornly said to the girl that the poor road is unnecessary, and the poor road is here late at night, and there is nowhere to rest, please ask the store if there is a spare room, borrow the poor road to stay for a night, as for the money, the poor road will pay for it.

I thought that the girl would refuse again, although the poor Taoist cultivation is the Tao, but in the eyes of the world, in the end, she is still a man, the so-called lonely man and widow, whether she is intimate or not? Who knows, the girl is a cheerful one, immediately put down her chopsticks, and stood up: There is an idle room, if the Taoist chief does not dislike it, come with me.

Seeing that the girl agreed, Poor Dao smiled happily and followed forward like a wind under his feet. When passing by the table, Poor Dao's nose smelled a fragrance, and then he glanced at the bowl and saw that there were many dumplings in the bowl, and the top one was bitten halfway, revealing the juicy meat filling, and Poor Dao's stomach immediately made that very ugly grunt.

The girl laughed instantly, and when she turned around, her lips inadvertently brushed over her poor clothes, leaving a faint trace of rouge.

Entering the room, the woman still bowed her head and smiled snickering, the Taoist will rest here first, and I will prepare some food for the Taoist chief. By the way, is it okay to make dumplings? It's just minced meat.

Yes, there are no taboos for poor food.

Poor Dao said, folded his hands and thanked the girl, and after the girl left, she only felt tired, and even sleepy welled up, so she took a nap on the bed with her clothes crooked.

Poor Dao was not a careless person, but he accidentally fell asleep in the small shop in the barren mountains and mountains.

When I woke up, it was almost time to get to my son, and the barren mountains and mountains were naturally more and more quiet.

Don't hide it from the son, since Poor Dao took over that matter, he has rarely slept steadily, but he slept soundly that night, but in the haze, he felt some sounds in his ears, like footsteps, constantly wandering by the wooden bed.

Just as he fumbled his way to get out of bed and find a candle in his room, a gust of wind blew in. The wind of that day was like the spirit sword of today's son, bypassing the neck of the poor road, cold and fluttering, and even a slight itch.

Poor Dao couldn't help but stretch out his hand and scratch it, but his hand was wet, and at this time, Poor Dao heard someone calling Poor Dao's name.

There is a folk legend that the people who call your name in the middle of the night are ghosts, and if you rashly agree, your soul will be hooked by ghosts.

To tell the truth, Poor Dao was afraid of death, and when he heard this voice, Poor Dao couldn't help but feel excited and looked in the direction of the door. Poor Dao saw a few vague shadows in the dark room.

Poor Dao rubbed his eyes, wanting to look more closely, but those shadows disappeared again. Poor Dao groped his way up, took advantage of the light outside the room, and walked out, the door of the restaurant had already been closed tightly, but the girl's half bowl of dumplings was still there, and the delicate and transparent skin wrapped in the fragrant filling, although it was no longer steaming, it still hooked Poor Dao's hungry stomach.

The ghost sent the gods, but Poor Dao actually picked up the chopsticks, grabbed the half of the dumplings, opened his mouth and swallowed them.

The dumplings enter the stomach, but they leave a meaty aroma in the mouth. The meat is fat and thin, not fishy or greasy, and faintly carries a woman's unique rouge fragrance, which tempts Poor Dao's appetite and makes Poor Dao can't wait to swallow the remaining dumplings together.

At this moment, the smell of rice wafted from the backyard, and the fragrance seemed to be more enticing than the half bowl of dumplings in Poor Dao's hand.

So, the poor road put down the dumplings, looked for the fragrance and left, and saw the busy figure of the girl in the kitchen, chopping the stuffing, and noodles, there was a pot of boiling water on the stove, and the wrapped dumplings were lined up side by side, just waiting for the pot to roll a few times, and then it could be eaten.

Poor Dao sniffed the fragrance and looked closer, but saw that the pot of meat filling was thick, and under the dim candle flame, even Poor Dao's eyes couldn't see the color of the meat filling clearly.

Just when Poor Dao wanted to take a closer look at the pot of meat filling, the girl had already scooped up the boiled dumplings, put them in a bowl, and handed them to Poor Dao, and the Taoist chief took a bite and took a look!

Poor Dao took the bowl, but did not eat it, looked at the pot of meat filling and asked the girl, what is the filling in the pot made of?

If the Taoist is hungry, just eat it, and as for what this stuffing is made of, you still don't want to know.

Why?

Because...... The girl picked a little minced meat with her fingertips and put it in her mouth, because if you know the source of this entrance, you may not be willing to eat it. Earlier, Xibohou Ji Chang was imprisoned by King Zhou, and his eldest son Bo Yi offered treasure to save his father, but was chopped into meat and wrapped into dumplings by King Zhou and given to Ji Chang. This dumpling is naturally delicious, but if you know that this dumpling is wrapped in the meat of your own son, do you think Ji Chang will still think the dumplings are delicious?

Poor Dao was immediately stunned, and even felt that the half of the dumplings he had just swallowed in his stomach had become someone's fingers, nose, mouth or something.

Eating human flesh, for Poor Dao, is simply an unbelievable thing, just when Poor Dao was thinking about whether to go out and vomit, the girl spoke softly, pushed Poor Dao's hand and pushed the bowl of dumplings to Poor Dao's mouth and pushed Dao Chang to eat it while it was hot and rest early, if this dumpling is cold, it will not taste good.

As she spoke, the girl swept her fingertips over Poor Dao's lips, a bright red, it was her nails, but on the nails, Poor Dao smelled a smell of decay.

Although Poor Dao's stomach was still very hungry at that time, the dumplings really couldn't be eaten, so he put the dumplings on the board, found a reason, and wanted to escape.

But at this time, the girl turned around and asked the poor man faintly, do you know what kind of dumplings are the best in this world?

The eerie voice made Poor Dao feel a chill inexplicably rise in his heart. When I looked at it again, the girl had already walked back to the stove and picked up a dumpling: this dumpling is the most beautiful dumpling in the world, and it needs to be chopped with hot hearts and wrapped in the skin. However, this dumpling skin is also very particular, the dough is the most ordinary, the pig skin is the most nourishing, and the newly peeled human skin can make the dumplings present an extraordinary deliciousness.

The Taoist chief looked at the dumplings in this pot, and used the freshly peeled human skin, washed them, removed the fishiness, cut them the size of the palm, wrapped them in a small ball of filling, and put them into the pot, and rolled them in the boiling water a few times, but they were still hot, but they changed their appearance. No matter what kind of person this skin grew on before his death, it can be regarded as reborn in this pot.

After speaking, the girl actually twisted her waist and walked to Poor Dao, and swiped her fingertips across Poor Dao's chest, and her eyes lingered on Poor Dao's rough skin.

"Yes! I'm also curious, what about making stuffing with your heart? After hearing the unwarranted story, the fox turned the spirit sword in the direction and stabbed him in the chest.

Mo Xu smiled slightly, ripped open his chest, and pointed to the place to show the fox. I saw that the translucent chest cavity was empty!

It turns out that there is no heart for nothing!

(Education 123 Literature Network)