When I came to eat wontons, I didn't care about the owner of the wonton stall, and I only felt weird at the moment. Read the full text of the latest chapter

It seems that when I sat at the long table of the wonton stall just now, and asked the boss to come to a bowl of wontons, the boss didn't squeak, and at the moment he kept the movement of the spoon in his hand stirring in the pot, and he didn't feel anything around, and he didn't feel normal.

I can be sure that the owner of this wonton stall is a big living person, and because of this affirmation, I look at the back of the boss and am very puzzled.

At this time, the owner of the wonton stall finally twisted his neck and laughed at me twice.

Looking at the boss's hehehe, my scalp shrank a little, and I immediately stood up from my seat, looking at the owner of the wonton stall vigilantly.

At this moment, the wonton stall owner, the spoon in his hand is stirring in the pot non-stop, and the eyes on the twisted face have no pupils and only the whites of the eyes, but it is such a pair of eyes without pupils, I only feel that I am staring at this wonton stall owner.

I quickly glanced around, and the people scattered around me were all elderly people with inconvenient legs and feet, and the stall owners who had not paid attention to the abnormality of the wonton stall owners.

"Blind old man, let's have a bowl of ravioli." At this time, an old woman came from a distance and spoke to the stall owner.

"Hmm." The wonton stall owner nodded in response, without saying too much.

I wiped it, this situation made me vomit blood, the owner of this stall is a blind man, and the horror I was just now scared of myself.

The old woman sat down in front of me, and I hesitated to sit down again.

Soon, the wonton stall owner brought me and my grandmother a bowl of wontons, and I noticed that the stall owner was not navigating the way with a stick like a normal blind person.

"The girl doesn't come to our town often, this blind old man has been buying wontons here for a few years, and he is familiar with his palm-sized place." It may be that my gaze at the wonton stall owner is too obvious, and the grandmother eating wontons across from me explained to me.

"yes, grandma, I haven't been back to town in a long time." In response to my grandmother's words, my eyes looked at the wonton stall owner again, still feeling weird.

The old lady and I were chatting and eating wontons, praising the freshness of the wonton filling on the old man's stall, but I looked at the bowl of wontons in front of me but lost my appetite.

When the grandmother paid and left, I followed the grandmother to settle the bill and leave, and as for my bowl of wontons, I didn't touch a bite the whole time.

I walked away from the wonton stall and stood in an empty shadow, waiting until ten o'clock in the evening to return to the small mountain village of Zishan with my sister-in-law next door. (Good Novel)

Because I always feel that the owner of the wonton stall is weird, I can't help but look in the direction of the wonton stall from time to time.

When I looked in the direction of the wonton stall again, I saw that the owner of the wonton stall was cleaning up the table, picking up the chopsticks that my grandmother and I had just made and placing them in the wooden barrel on the ground.

I didn't even take a bite of the bowl of wontons I just had, and the owner of the wonton stall didn't seem to notice it, and only treated the bowl full of wontons as an empty bowl.

One after another, people went to the wonton stall to eat wontons, and it was normal for the blind old man to look at Xiàn.

The dragon dance team returned to the center of the town in an hour, and the town was once again lively.

Before nine o'clock in the evening, the blind old man began to pack up his stall and leave. At this moment, the town is very lively because of the lantern festival, far from the time to close the stalls, for the blind old man's behavior, the strange feelings in my heart suddenly increased.

The blind old man just cleaned the guys in his stall, gathered the things together and covered them, and left with only his bag on his back and a sharpened bamboo that touched the ground.

It was still early at ten o'clock, and I followed the blind old man to see where he would go. The crowd was crowded, and the blind old man walked and stopped, but I didn't have to make any effort to avoid losing the blind old man.

The direction of the blind old man's departure was straight to the southeast of the town, and the more he went, the more remote he became.

Seeing that the path taken by the blind old man was becoming more and more remote, I was a little hesitant to continue to follow from afar.

At this time, my mobile phone that was adjusted to vibrate vibrated in my pocket, and when I took it out, I saw that it was Wang Haowen calling, and I hung up the phone directly.

As soon as I hung up the phone, Wang Haowen continued to call, I hung up again, and several times in a row, Wang Haowen stopped calling.

But it's just such a big effort, the blind old man in front of him is gone, and I can't hear the sound of the bamboo pole hitting the ground to explore the road when he walks, which makes me feel annoyed for a while, and it is too inopportune to read Wang Haowen's phone call.

Just as I was about to return to the town, there was movement in the distance, and I was overjoyed, and I tiptoed after the sound.

Skirting the woods, I saw the figure of the blind old man again, and what the blind old man was doing at the moment made my eyes widen in astonishment.

In front of the blind old man was obviously a new grave, and I saw from a distance that the blind old man used the bamboo pole he had just held in his hand to explore the way, inserting the sharpened end into the top of the tomb, and holding a hammer to nail it down.

I stared at the blind old man without blinking, watching what he wanted to do next, only to see that the blind old man stopped his movements after the bamboo pole could no longer enter the grave, took a few steps back, took out a small porcelain bottle, and began to chant words in his mouth.

A yin ghost appeared from the tomb at this time, and walked towards the blind old man, and when he approached the blind old man, the body of the yin ghost began to distort, turning into black mist and rushing into the porcelain bottle in the blind old man's hand, and the blind old man immediately plugged the mouth of the porcelain bottle with a stopper.

The whole process of the blind old man's movements is coherent and familiar, and it seems that he has done such actions more than once.

I didn't understand what kind of spell it was, but I saw that the blind old man was able to collect the yin spirit into the porcelain vase because of the spell, and I knew that the blind old man's spell should have a similar effect to the conjuring spell that my grandmother taught me.

The blind old man collected the ghost, pulled out the bamboo pole nailed into the top of the tomb, took out a short pickaxe from the bag he was carrying, and began to dig the grave.

I was very surprised, the contents of this blind old man's bag were really complete, I didn't dare to think about it, and continued to hide my body to see what the blind old man wanted to do.

The soil of the new grave was loose, and the blind old man quickly dug up the grave, pried open the coffin, and dragged out the dead man in the coffin.

The night is dark and the wind is high, and on such a night, in such a remote place, I see someone digging graves, and then dragging out of the coffin a dead person with a pale face in a bright shroud, and my scalp is numb.

After the blind old man dragged the dead man out of the coffin, he took a knife and skillfully cut off the flesh of the dead man's thighs and chest and abdomen, and put the fragments of his shroud into a plastic bag, and then brought the dead man back to the coffin and covered the coffin to fill the grave.

Seeing the blind old man cutting the flesh on the dead body, I instantly thought of the wontons sold at his stall, and I felt sick in my stomach.

Nima joined the wonton filling, the fresh filling that was praised by the grandmother, turned out to be from the dead body, I couldn't help but think of this picture, fortunately I didn't eat it just now, if I ate the wonton, it is estimated that I will vomit to death here at this time without looking back.

The blind old man took his bag on his back and continued on his way, until he reached a rectangular bungalow with no shop in front of the village and no shop in front of the village.

When I saw the bungalow, my first feeling was that it was like an enlarged version of the coffin, but compared to the ordinary coffin, there were two windows in addition to the enlarged version.

There was a bright light coming through the crack in the blind old man's unclosed window, and I wondered how a blind man might need to use a lamp again.

I had already followed here, so I walked closer to the blind old man's bungalow, and never saw what the blind old man was doing from the window that was not tightly closed.

I regretted it after just one look, Nima was chopping the stuffing from the blind old man at this moment, using the flesh he had just cut from the dead body.

The blind old man's room was a mess, except for a neat table with a statue of the nine-headed bird I had seen on the Internet, and a number of porcelain vases in front of the statue that looked like the blind old man collecting ghosts tonight.

Seeing the lifelike statue enshrined in the blind old man's house, and the statue turned out to be a nine-headed bird, I instantly remembered the introduction of the nine-headed bird I saw on the Internet, and I couldn't help but raise my eyebrows.

The nine-headed bird is also known as the nine phoenixes. Because of the homonym of nine and ghost in ancient Chinese, it is also called ghost car and ghost bird. The nine-headed bird is a phoenix with nine heads, and it is a sacred bird worshiped by the ancestors of Chu during the Warring States Period. The nine-headed bird has nine heads, red in color, like a duck, and a human body with a bird's body.

After the Han Dynasty, the nine-headed bird gradually degenerated from a godhead to a demon bird that collects people's souls.

At this time, the phone began to vibrate again, I took out the phone and looked at it, it was a call from my sister-in-law next door, and the time on the phone was already ten o'clock in the evening.

Quietly retreating, I ran towards the parking spot where my sister-in-law and the sister-in-law next door had agreed to meet.

On the way, remembering the blind old man's series of actions tonight, I frowned.

Using ghosts to worship the nine-headed bird, what is the purpose of this blind old man?

From the time I exorcised ghosts for Wang Haowen's cousin and sister-in-law in Wang Haowen's master's dojo, I already knew that there were not only people and ghosts in this world, but also demons.

The blind old man's actions, if I don't know that there are still demons in this world, I will only sigh at the perversion of the blind old man, but after I know that there are still demons in this world, I can't help but take this matter to heart.

When I rushed to the agreed place with my sister-in-law next door, my sister-in-law next door was already waiting in a hurry, so I quickly explained that I didn't hear the mobile phone ringing just now when I was playing, so I went back to Zishan Village with my sister-in-law next door.

When I got home, my grandmother was still waiting for me, and when she saw me come back, she asked me how I was doing, and I told my grandmother everything about tonight.

Unlike when I was studying abroad, I was afraid that my grandmother would be worried and didn't tell my grandmother directly, but now I'm with my grandmother, and I don't need to hide it from my grandmother when I encounter such a thing.

After listening to my story, my grandmother asked me how many bottles there were on the blind old man's table, and I shook my head and said that I didn't know, after all, I didn't have time to count the bottles on the table because I only glanced at them in a hurry.

Grandma was silent for a while, and told me that she would go with me tomorrow to the blind old man's place to see what was going on.

My grandmother told me to rest early and recharge my batteries, and to prepare with her tomorrow what I needed to bring to the place where the blind old man lived.