After the fat man stuffed the Wang Ba in his hand into the crotch of his pants, he looked at me with a grin and said, "I'm afraid of a hair, as long as the fat man picks up this little Wang Bayi, he will shrink his head and dare not come out for a long time." ”

"You're really a doorman." After watching the fat man's smooth movements, I followed along.

Wang Ba Shell is really as the fat man said, he doesn't move much, especially after the fat man shook it a few times, it is estimated that this head will not come out if it is retracted.

This thing is definitely not like chickens, ducks and geese, and it can't be caught for half a day, and even if it does, it has to be tossed and turned, and it can't run away.

It is indeed not difficult to catch Wang Ba, and it will not toss people, besides, even if the Shen family sees it, they naturally don't bother to bother with the fat man, this is purely a matter of testing the thickness of the skin, and the fat man is also at his fingertips.

The two brothers of the Shen family sent us out directly, walked out of the gate of the blood dragon wood, and returned to the car, Mao Sanzhi made a phone call and asked if the funds had arrived, and after the money was no problem, the car went directly to the road and turned around in the alley.

After the car drove out of the alley, the speed was immediately raised, and the fat man also lifted the unlucky turtle out of the crotch of his pants, and then found a random bag in the car and stuffed it in.

"Can we cook in our old shop? In the evening, the fat master will show you a hand and have a stewed Wang Ba soup. The fat man sat at the back now, leaned his head forward and looked around us.

Huayang naturally didn't bother to take care of him, Mao Sanzhi sat in the co-pilot and didn't have time to talk nonsense with the fat man, and Hu Ling didn't say anything while driving, so I could only pouted and said: "The palm-sized Wang Ba calf is not enough for you to stuff your teeth alone, you better keep it for yourself, you can go to the vegetable market to buy spices, just buy a rice cooker and come back and stew." ”

Naturally, I wasn't interested in escaping from the crotch of the fat man's pants, so I gave him a random trick.

"Great idea!"

When we went back, it was also time for dinner, and a group of people went out to eat a good meal, and the fat man did not forget to add food in the evening, but fortunately, the shop could cook, and the fat man tossed up by himself.

In the middle, I watched the fat man do it for a while, but I felt that it was a pity not to be a chef, it was really a natural chef, especially the knife work was not picky, the green onion, ginger and garlic were put on the case, and the fat man began to show off, if I was not too resistant to the turtle as an ingredient, I would definitely not be able to help but taste the fat man's craftsmanship.

After the fat man made a pot of Wang Ba soup, Hu Ling also ran up, and the two of them licked the bottom of the pot clean, and after they were full, the fat man was still unsatisfied with holding a toothpick and buckle his teeth, while shouting that he would go to Shen's house tomorrow to get one out, but his idea was quickly strangled in the cradle by me, and if he wanted to eat Wang Ba, just go to the supermarket to buy it, let the fat man toss so much that no one can stand it.

At night, everyone squeezed into the shop to sleep, and in the middle of the night, I felt a little unable to sleep, and when I looked at the time, it was already past one o'clock, so I got up and walked out, and we were all crowded in the place where the guys lived.

Out of the small door here, I went to the hallway, and then I saw that in the dim passage opposite, there was a dim light coming out.

I was also a little curious here, so I went to the bathroom to put some water in it, and then I couldn't help but walk towards the other side with curiosity.

On this big night, the atmosphere is indeed a little weird, but after all, this is not in the tomb, plus it is an old shop left by my father, even if there is something, it shouldn't be difficult for me.

When I walked up to the worn-out white curtain, I reached out and pulled it up, and then looked inside.

The place where the light came out was actually a basement, a staircase leading to the underground to be precise, and on both sides of this passage, there was surprisingly no door, and the walkway disappeared straight into the position of the staircase.

After I thought about it, I walked in directly with my legs, this foot stepped in, and suddenly the weird feeling was even more profound, I only felt that there was a little yin wind hanging in the entire corridor, maybe it had something to do with the fact that half of the second floor was open-air, this late autumn season, if the guys didn't pull the glass door shut, the whole up and down was ventilated, and the air flow was definitely not small.

But this eerie feeling is not like it is because of the season or because of the weather, that is to say, it is not the cold in the temperature, but the cold in the heart, this weird feeling is like stuffing an ice cube in the chest, and the air breathed is cool.

This hairy feeling seemed to warn me to hurry back and don't go in to find something, even in the ancient tombs, I rarely have this creepy feeling.

But this feeling appeared in my old shop, and at this moment it was like a big mystery cloud gathering above my head, which made me feel a little numb.

After thinking about it carefully, I really want to pull the fat man up to give me a strong courage, as long as I call him for this kind of thing, he will definitely follow.

After thinking about it again, I was actually scared in my own home, and it was too embarrassing for this to get out.

Just as one foot stepped in, and the other foot struggled to follow up, a slight footstep came from the front.

At this time, I really want to turn my head and go back to sleep, curiosity kills the cat, what is the situation in my own house, I am still a little clear, after all, my surname is Mao, this Mao is the Mao of Maoshan Mountain, although it has been so long, but where is the root of this ancestor, Mao Erxian told me.

So this old shop really didn't run blindly out of curiosity, if it didn't have that kind of thing, it would be fine, but if this shop was put by my dad for those old guys, then I recklessly broke in, but I fell into blood mold.

Just as I suppressed the curiosity in my heart and turned around to go back, suddenly a voice came from the staircase below.

"Alas...... Fate, I didn't expect you to walk in at this hour after all, and since you've already walked in with half a foot, then just come in......"

The voice was not loud, very old, with a hint of laziness and listlessness, like an old man who smoked too much, but this small sound, in this quiet night, coupled with such a strange atmosphere, I listened to it without a word.

"You...... Who is it? "What gave me a little peace of mind was that I was sure it must have been said by someone and not something else, and if it was the old, hoarse voice of an old woman, I would have turned around and left.

(End of chapter)