The wine banquet is still lively, the dishes are swept away, the wine is still there, and it keeps coming up, and the people in the village keep drinking. During this period, my eyes have been staring at Wu Fugui, and I don't know why, I always feel uneasy when I look at him, as if something is going to happen, but I don't know what this thing is.

I don't know how long the banquet lasted, but when I went back, the bustard was already a little drunk and walked a little dazed, so I had to carry him back. As for Uncle Bai, although he had a little wine, his consciousness was still very clear, and he was leading the way with a lantern wrapped in red paste. The candles burned inside the lanterns, and from time to time smoke came out white and black.

It's true that the bustard still drinks, but a little more will go up, in our Northeast words, he is a drunkard. Fortunately, eating vegetables stuffed a lot of places in his stomach, so there was not much room for him to drink again. Otherwise, you'll have to drag it home with a stack of bags.

The journey was not long, we walked for about ten minutes to get to the place where we lived. At this time, it was almost eleven or twelve o'clock, and as soon as I arrived in the yard, I saw Tang Haitang quietly leaning on the pillar and pretending to sleep, and after hearing the movement, he got up, walked over, and saw the old bustard with a drunken appearance, and said with concern: "What's wrong with him?" ”

"It's nothing, it's just that I'm drunk, confused."

As soon as I finished speaking, the old bustard pulled his throat: "Nonsense! How could I get drunk, sir? Back then, Sun Wukong stole peaches and drank immortal wine without getting drunk, my dignified three-foot man, can the amount of alcohol be worse than a monkey? Uncle Bai! Keep pouring wine! ”

Uncle Bai sighed, told us that he was really drunk, and then turned his head and shook his hand at the old bustard: "There is no wine, little brother, you go back to the house and sleep for a night." ”

"There's no wine." The bustard took out a cigarette from his pocket, which was the cigar that had been "seized" from the agent's clothes. He handed it to Uncle Bai, "There is no wine to smoke, smoke and smoke than the gods!" ”

Uncle Bai's head shook like a rattle: "I can't help it, I have tuberculosis, and my body will collapse after smoking a cigarette." ”

The old bustard pouted after hearing this, revealing a disappointed look. I said, "Uncle Bai should also rest, you hurry up and go to bed to sleep well, and wake up when you wake up." ”

After that, I pulled the bustard into the house, at first he was a little reluctant, but then Tang Haitang supported me together, and he settled down.

After dragging me into the house, I was also sleepy, and I planned to tell Tang Haitang tomorrow about what I saw at the banquet tonight, so I said goodbye to her and closed the door.

Looking back, the old bustard was lying on the bed consciously, with his limbs spread out in the shape of a large character, as if he was spreading a wide bread, and the flesh on his body was evenly spread on the bed. I had no choice but to find a gap on the edge of the bed that was still empty, and lay on my side in it.

At the head of the bed was the same old candlestick, and on the candlestick was still a red candle stuck in it, burning continuously, and a black smoke dragged on the blue flame, which kept rising and then dissipating into the air.

I closed my eyes.

"Are you coming?" I heard the bustard's voice ringing in my ears. He was still sleeping with his eyes closed.

"Not yet. But it's coming soon, and it's already two shifts. I said.

Just half an hour ago, the bustard suddenly told me a strange point.

"Xu Xuan, have you noticed that in Wu Fugui's house before us, that spy seems to have explained one thing to Wu Fugui and ordered it to be completed."

"I noticed, but I don't know what it is."

"That spy has explained it twice, and both times there is a similarity, you know?"

"You mean, pat on the shoulder?"

"yes, two times each time."