After listening to what the bustard said, my body suddenly shook as if it had been passed by an electric current, and then I immediately fixed my eyes and looked carefully at the bulging bag on Wu Fugui's feet, which was round and bulging, very similar to the pimple on my calf! It was stuck on my thigh, and the shape of the cotton pants was obvious, but it was much larger than mine, the size of a fist.

An idea suddenly popped up in my head and said, "Did this Wu Fugui get into his leg by a skin mantis four months ago, and have been living in it until now?" ”

The old bustard pondered: "But Tang Haitang said that the parasitic route of this skin mantis leads to the stomach, and the time of this trajectory is only about ten days, if Wu Fugui was parasitized by the skin mantis four months ago, then why is that bag still in the legs, it stands to reason that it has reached the stomach, and Wu Fugui will also die." ”

I thought about it for a moment and said, "But if he knows how to restrain the skin mantis parasitic in his legs, it's like Tang Haitang tied my calves with a red rope stained with black dog blood and used yang energy to suppress yin energy, then it's two different things." ”

The bustard said that there is indeed such a possibility, but we are not sure whether the big pimple is caused by the parasitism of the skin mantis, but after all, there are so many people now that it is impossible to run over and take off Wu Fugui's pants to see what is inside, so we have to continue to slowly explore the opportunity to act.

The two of us bowed our heads and ate the food, Uncle Bai didn't notice the abnormality of the two of us, and while drinking, he was chatting with the other villagers at the wine table, and such an active atmosphere was a good way to cover up the embarrassment of me and the old bustard being silent.

Wu Fugui held a bottle of liquor in one hand and a wide flat porcelain bowl in the other, and toasted one after another in the order of the wine table.

The bottle of liquor in Wu Fugui's hand had been almost poured, and when he came to us, he simply threw away the porcelain bowl and drank it directly from the bottle.

Dramatically, Wu Fugui happened to be standing in the middle of the position next to me and the bustard, but fortunately he didn't notice the two of us unfamiliar faces, just grinning and greeting the villagers on the table, and the smell of wine came to my face, so choking that I almost vomited the food in my mouth.

"Today is a day of festivities! Everyone has a drink, be sure to fill it up! No one should be left behind! Otherwise, it just won't give me Wu's face. Wu Fugui muttered loudly, raised the wine bottle in his hand, and everyone present also raised the cups in their hands. I also held up the white water that I had poured in the cup in advance.

"!"

At the sound of the order, everyone raised their heads and drank happily, but the old bustard and I raised our brows while drinking, and secretly looked at this Wu Fugui with our spare eyes. He seemed to be really drunk, and the whole person was a little staggering when he stood there, because he was standing next to me, so his body kept rubbing against me.

A rough old man stuck to his body, and it felt really greasy and crooked, but I didn't dare to make any big moves, so I had to leave my hand between me and him.

However, at this moment, my hand seemed to touch something, hard and bulging. I felt a pang in my heart: this is the pimple that touched him! Just when I subconsciously wanted to withdraw my hand, I suddenly felt the pimple move, as if something was hidden inside, at first I didn't react, but then I clearly felt it move again!

It was at this time that Wu Fugui's legs suddenly trembled, and I looked up to see the muscles on his face twitching violently, as if it was a very painful feeling, but he immediately tried his best to hide his reaction.

Several villagers at the table still noticed Wu Fugui's abnormality and asked, "Fugui?" What's wrong? ”

Wu Fugui waved his hand and grinned bitterly stiffly: "It's okay, the old cold leg has committed it again, and this day has become too powerful." Several villagers wanted to come forward to help him, but he shook his head and said that it was okay, and then said, "I'll go back to the house first, you can continue to eat and drink," and walked back with some difficulty holding his thighs.

The bustard didn't know what was going on, so he instinctively asked me, "What's the matter with him?" ”

I was also a little confused: "I don't know, my hand just touched the pimple on his thigh, the pimple seemed to move, and then Wu Fugui was in pain." ”

"Moved?" The old bustard frowned, lowered his head and thought about it, then suddenly raised his head again and asked, "Which hand did you touch him with just now?" ”

Although I didn't know what the bustard was asking for, I still replied, "Left hand." ”

Before I could finish my sentence, the bustard suddenly grabbed my left hand and pulled it in front of his eyes.

I just wanted to open my mouth to scold him, but I saw that he inexplicably pulled down the sleeve of my shirt, exposed my arm, and said, "Look! ”

I looked, but there was nothing unusual about my left wrist, just the string of demon-avoiding ropes that I had brought with me.

"What's the matter, bustard? What nerves do you make? ”

"Avoid demons and tie ropes! , this thing was also close to that pimple just now! ”

I froze: "You mean that my demon avoidance rope approached the pimple on Wu Fugui's thigh, and he would suddenly hurt?" ”

"That's right! If there is a skin mantis in that pimple, then the yang energy brought by the demon avoidance rope conflicts with the yin energy on the skin mantis, and the little demon is alarmed and then it moves, and its legs are involved with nerves, so this movement makes Wu Fugui painful! ”

As soon as the bustard explained this, I finally realized that indeed, when my left hand touched the pimple on Wu Fugui's leg, I felt the demon avoidance rope on my wrist shaking.

Me: "So what do we do now?" ”

The old bustard looked around: "Now these village cutters are drinking and drawing boxing, and most of them are drunk in the thatched house, let's take the opportunity to follow and see what kind of cat Wu Fugui is hiding." ”

Then, the old bustard deliberately said to Uncle Bai: "Uncle Bai, my little brother and I will go to the toilet first, hey, the two of us have a bad stomach, and then I saw the delicious messy Haisai a little upset." ”

After that, he pulled me down and made a look, and I immediately reacted and covered my stomach with a sigh, pretending to be in pain: "The two of us have to solve it, hey, it hurts so much!" ”

So after saying hello to Uncle Bai, I got up and left our seats with the bustard.

Wu Fugui's house was about ten meters behind us, but it was too eye-catching for us to follow us like this, so we walked along the fence of the yard, went around in a circle and sneaked to the back of the house.

As soon as the two of us stopped, the bustard mocked my "acting skills": "You just pretended to be too fake, you feel as comfortable shouting as itching." ”

I rolled my eyes: "That's your excuse is too fake, and you have a bad stomach, and you don't have a good stomach, and I didn't see any movement in your stomach when I ate three or four bowls of noodles at Uncle Bai's house." ”

"Okay, okay, master, I will be able to eat this aspect of my life, I can use it for you as a conversation, don't break my mouth, let's still do serious things, let's see how to get into this house first." The old bustard waved his hand, and after saying that, he began to check the back of the house for any passages in and out.

I'm looking for it. The light from the towering electric lights at the four corners of the fence illuminated the entire courtyard, and there was not much darkness even at the back of the house.

Soon, we noticed an open window in the corner of the house. Wu Fugui seemed to have forgotten to close it. The window openings are wide enough for one person to pass through easily. Looking through the window, a few lights flickered on the ceiling.

At that moment, I followed the light that came from it, and suddenly noticed that there were wet water marks on the edge of the window frame of the open window. Wipe it with your hand, and feel a little awesome in the grains. It turned out to be muddy and sandy water.

I told the bustard about this sign, and the bustard was about to step forward to take a closer look, but he seemed to have found something again, with a surprised expression on his face, he pointed to the inside of the house, and shouted in a low voice: "Xu Xuan, look, there seem to be footprints on the ground!" ”

I immediately looked in the direction I was pointing, and sure enough, with the reflection of the floor, I could see a line of shallow footprints on the floor of the room, faintly, and these footprints were a little muddy, as if they had been left by stepping on the mud and sand.

Apparently someone went in through this window before us!

But who? The bustard and I remembered the dark shadow we saw standing on the second floor. If I'm not mistaken, the dark shadow is the one who entered through the window.

I wondered, "Who is this dark shadow?" ”

The old bustard shook his head: "Let's go first and take a look, and then we may know." ”

After that, the bustard looked left and right again, and after making sure that there was no one, he leaned on the window frame and went straight in, and then I jumped in.

The interior of the house is beautifully decorated, both the furniture and the decorations are brand new. The house has two floors, connected by a shiny mahogany staircase. We took a cursory glance and knew that most of the floors were empty, so we planned to go up the stairs to the second floor.

Probably because of the new staircase, I made a slight creaking sound from the first step on it, and although it didn't cause any movement, it made us even more nervous for the two of us who had snuck in. The bustard and I were one after the other, looking forward and backward, and the steps were particularly quiet, for fear of looking up and seeing Wu Fugui come out and bump into the two of us.

As we descended the stairs, a bright light slowly appeared in our field of vision. There was a corridor seven or eight meters in front of us, and the light came from a side room inside.

The old bustard stabbed me, signaling that my Wu Fugui might be there.

I will understand, nod. He crept towards the chamber. At this time, I was so nervous that I didn't dare to breathe, although when I was in the countryside, I often went to the village people's houses at night to steal eggs and corn to eat, but the two are different, and this sneaky taste made me feel more urgent.

Slowly, the bustard and I were already approaching the wing. The one that came out of it was even more conspicuous. The door of the wing room was topped with a large transparent glass, through which I could clearly see the scene inside: a desk, a stool, a person. The man sits sideways on a stool with his hands on the table. That person's face is Wu Fugui.

We held our breath.

Wu Fugui still had a painful expression on his face, and his mouth seemed to be muttering heavily. I saw him bend over, slowly pull up his trouser legs, and slowly pull them to the root of his thighs.

When the thighs were fully exposed, we saw the pimple hidden under the cotton pants: it was swollen like a ball of flesh, growing firmly in the middle of the thigh, and the skin on it was completely wrinkled, and it looked like it was withered and disgusting. To our surprise, the pimple was not completely covered in skin, but in the middle of it, a pit was opened into which the flesh was visible! And in this pit, tightly curled up a small cut-skin mantis the size of a yellow-brown fist!