As soon as my grandfather thought of this, he saw the black-haired fox open the thick book in his hand and read aloud: "Zhou Hong Zhou is lame!" ”

The name Zhou Hong sounds unfamiliar to my grandfather, but isn't this "Zhou Cripple" the guy who cut off himself with a razor, and after Widow Zhang, the second person to fall to his death from the cliff, how could he be here, could it be that these foxes have detained his ghost here? My grandfather continued to watch.

At this time, the two little foxes with steel forks in their hands were like wolves, and pulled out a guy from the crowd, in his fifties, slightly chubby, and bald, but because of the angle, my grandfather could only see half of his side face of Bai Sensen, and he didn't look very good.

Zhou lame got up and limped, lame, at this time was pulled by two little foxes and stumbled, after coming to the desk, one of the little foxes kicked his lame leg, poof, this so-called Zhou lame, directly fell to the ground in front of the desk.

At this time, I listened to the white-haired fox sitting in the middle of the desk.

The white-haired fox's voice was thick and unhurried, and it was also a bit majestic: "Cripple Zhou, are you guilty?" ”

The cripple Zhou on the ground trembled at this time, and said in a trembling voice: "Know...... Guilt, guilt. ”

"Whatever sin thou hast committed, thou hast brought it upon thou shalt be brought upon him." The white-haired fox said unhurriedly.

Zhou Cripple raised his head tremblingly from the ground, glanced at the red-clothed woman on the right side of the white-haired fox, and quickly lowered his head again, and whispered in his mouth: "I bullied Widow Zhang......"

"What is your sin for insulting a woman?"

"I don't know what to do, I know that Widow Zhang's body is good, so I ...... I'll ......"

"Okay? All right! The white-haired fox turned his head to the black-haired fox, "Judge, what is the crime of insulting a woman?" ”

The black-haired fox hurriedly flipped through the thick book in his hand, and said to the white-haired fox: "Insult women, now the oil pot!" ”

The white-haired fox nodded: "Come on, press down Zhou's lameness, put it in a boiling oil pot, and fry it." ”

After the white-haired fox finished speaking, the two little foxes from before walked up and grabbed Zhou Cripple's two feet and necks.

Zhou Cripple trembled with fright, and shouted in his mouth for mercy: "The eldest lord is gracious, the eldest lord is gracious......"

"Humph!" The white-haired fox snorted coldly, "I knew why I had to do it today." ”

The two little foxes couldn't help but say something, and dragged Zhou Lame away like a dead dog.

Because of the angle, my grandfather couldn't see where the two little foxes dragged Zhou Cripple, but after a while, there was a "boom" explosion sound from the depths of the hall, as if gluten had gone down into the oil pot, and at the same time, there was a series of terrible screams.

The crowd in the hall suddenly rioted, and the little foxes on both sides of the hall hurriedly slashed and poked into the crowd with knives and forks, and several people were chopped to the ground by knives and forks, and the riot was quickly suppressed.

The black-haired fox opened the thick book again and read aloud: "Shepherd's Tuesday!" ”

When my grandfather heard this, he nodded in his heart, this was the third person to fall to his death after Zhou Cripple.

Xu Geng, a thin and obscene man with a rickety figure was held by two little foxes with forks and thrown to the desk!

The white-haired fox still looked solemn and asked Tuesday unhurriedly: "Tuesday, are you guilty?" ”

"Guilty." Zhou replied tremblingly.

"What have you sinned?"

Tuesday secretly raised his head, and like the previous cripple Zhou, he glanced at the woman to the right of the white-haired fox, and quickly lowered his head again, "Bully and bully Widow Zhang." ”

"What other sins?" The white-haired fox asked again.

Tuesday looked up at the white-haired fox and said hurriedly, "No, no." ”

The white-haired fox suddenly picked up the startling wood and slapped it on the desk, "Nonsense, it's not from the truth!" ”

Tuesday was scared, "It's really not ......"

When the white-haired fox heard this, he put down the startling wood in his hand, took out an arrow from the bamboo tube next to him, threw it on the ground, and said a word in his mouth, "Hit!" ”

The white-haired fox gave an order, and two little foxes walked over, one stepped on Tuesday's waist with his foot, and the other smashed the wooden stick in his hand into Tuesday's thigh.

Suddenly there was the sound of the intimate clamming of planks and thighs in the main hall, like women washing clothes by the river smashing their clothes with mallets, honks and horns, mixed with the terrible howls of Tuesday.

It didn't take much effort, Tuesday two legs were fleshy, and then you could see the bones, suddenly, Tuesday's mouth was silent, obviously fainted in pain, at this time, another little fox walked over with a bucket, my grandfather could see that the bucket was full of red liquid, like blood. The little fox poured all the red liquid on Tuesday's body with a bang, and Tuesday's shoulder shook and he woke up immediately, and at the same time, my grandfather was surprised to find that Tuesday's leg injury was also healed, as if he had not been beaten.

This scene made my grandfather a little dumbfounded.

At this time, I heard the white-haired fox continue to ask: "Tuesday, what other crimes do you have, from the truth." ”

Although the injury on his leg was healed, Tuesday was obviously still in terrible pain, and he said in a trembling voice: "I, I bullied Widow Zhang, and I haven't done anything else......"

"Really?" The white-haired fox twisted his head towards the black-haired fox again, "Judge, tell him what he is guilty of." ”

The black-haired fox flipped through the book and read: "On the eighth day of the ninth month of the first month of the year of Jiachen, the shepherd insulted a ...... on Tuesday of the sheepherd."

The white-haired fox looked at Tuesday with a strange look in his eyes, "You don't even let go of the sheep, are you still worthy of being a man?" Pull it down, and the knife mountain waits. ”

Looking at Tuesday's obscene and rickety body, my grandfather felt a chill.

Tuesday was quickly dragged away by the little fox, and immediately after, there was a cry from the depths of the hall that was even more tragic than that of Zhou Cripple.

"Li Shangui!" The black-haired fox pronounced a man's name again.

Soon, a man in his thirties was picked up by two little foxes and thrown in front of the table.

The white-haired fox asked, "Li Shangui, are you guilty?" ”

The big man tilted his head, "I don't know the crime." ”

The white-haired fox glanced at the big man coldly, "It's quite horizontal." As he spoke, he took out an arrow and threw it on the ground, "Hit!" ”

The four little foxes came over and knocked the big man to the ground, picked up the guy in his hand and beat him headlessly, not much effort, and the big man's flesh and blood were blurred and begged for mercy.

After pouring a bucket of red water on the big man, the white-haired fox asked again: "Li Shangui, are you guilty?" ”

Dahan didn't have that momentum anymore at this time, and he said only in his mouth: "Confession." ”

"What have you sinned?"

"Insulting Widow Zhang."

"And there's more."

"After I bullied Widow Zhang, Widow Zhang bit me and pushed her down the mountain."

When the white-haired fox heard this, he said: "Li Shangui bullied women, killed people, crushed the stone to hell, crushed into meat sauce, and never lived forever!" ”

Seeing this, my grandfather felt that these foxes were not so hateful, at least they were more just than the human world, and at the same time felt that the three of them deserved it.

The two little foxes pressed Li Shangui down again, and there was a scream from the depths of the hall again.

Next, the black-haired fox shouted the names of a few more people, these people have nothing to do with Widow Zhang, but they haven't done anything good, everyone's fate is either to go to the oil pot or to go to the knife mountain.

Just when my grandfather was no longer interested, the black-haired fox read another person's name.

"Wang Xiaoshan!"

I saw a fox pulling a four or five-year-old child to the desk.

The white-haired fox asked the child, "Wang Xiaoshan, are you guilty?" ”

The child was articulate and replied like an adult: "Confession." ”

"What crime have you committed?"

The child replied: "Spit on Widow Zhang, scold Widow Zhang, and stone Widow Zhang." ”

"Well, yes, this official reads that you are still a child, and you will be sent to hell for tongue pulling, and then chop your hands after cutting your tongue......"

This Wang Xiaoshan, according to my grandfather's feelings, should be the little grandson of the old Wang family, and it seems that the people who escaped from the village were not spared.

Seeing that the child was going to be punished, my grandfather frowned, just those people were okay, they deserved it, but this child was not guilty, and it was a bit too much to be tortured like this.

Seeing the two little foxes going to pull Wang Xiaoshan, my grandfather put the short sword upside down in his hand, and was about to rush into the main hall. My grandfather thinks that with his martial arts and the short sword in his hand, it is more than enough to deal with those foxes in the hall.

But at this time, I suddenly felt that the clothes behind me were pulled, my grandfather hurriedly looked back, and his heart jumped, and it was the red fox that pulled his clothes, and when he saw the red fox, my grandfather couldn't help but take a breath.

The red fox smiled treacherously at this time, "Mr. Liu, you've seen enough." The red fox's voice was high-pitched, like that of a little girl.

My grandfather took a quick step back, turned the short sword in his hand, and crossed it in front of him vigilantly.

The red fox didn't move at this time, his eyes glanced at the short sword in my grandfather's hand, and said lightly: "Don't take it, throw it away." ”

My grandfather heard the red fox say this, and felt that there was something in it, and at the same time, he suddenly felt that something was wrong with the short sword in his hand, as if something had changed, and when he looked down, the short sword actually turned into paper paste, and his hand trembled, and he hurriedly threw the short sword on the ground. ~pen

Seeing this, the red fox laughed, "Remember when you threw stones to find your way?" ”

My grandfather looked at the red fox coldly and didn't speak.

The red fox put his hands behind his back, paced a few steps proudly in front of my grandfather, and then said: "The first stone, you threw it into Bai Fugen's courtyard, it was a real stone, and the second stone, you threw it into Widow Zhang's courtyard, that piece is not a stone, it is your short sword, hahahaha......"

Listening to the red fox say this, my grandfather realized at this time that he was still in the illusion made by these foxes all along, and then a bad thought came into his mind, if these were all illusions, what would the bowl of noodles he ate be made of?

My grandfather didn't dare to think about it anymore, his heart was on fire, and he suddenly bullied forward, raised his foot and kicked at the red fox.

The red fox dodged to the side, dodged, and said, "Mr. Liu, if you have something to say, why bother to do it." ”

Although my grandfather fell short, his body rushed forward, followed by another punch, "You brutes, you want my life again and again, and now you come to tease me, you have nothing to say to you!" -The Last Ghost Hunter-