At this time, an old man dressed in tattered garbage pickers came over with a large bamboo basket.

"Young man, the leader of the village asked me to help you," the old man shook in front of Sambo's eyes with a modified fire tongs that picked up garbage.

The front of the fire tongs was stamped, like two flat duck beaks, which was much easier than picking up the three treasures by hand. However, the old man did not shy away from the big corpses, and grabbed them directly with his bare hands and put them in a bamboo basket. Unlike Sambo, who also wears thick plastic gloves.

The old man smashed the wild dogs around with stones, and at the same time vigorously distinguished the tiny dark purple corpses on the ground, and then carefully picked them up with the tongs in his hand and put them in the basket. "Don't be afraid, kid, we will all die sooner or later anyway, although it is not a heroic sacrifice like this, but sooner or later we will all turn into slag, just like them." The old man reached out and chased away the black-headed fly that landed on his face. Then he said, "I don't know them, they're all half-sized boys, but unfortunately, I don't know if it's fate to know them like this." ”

While the old man was talking, the Three Treasures caught a glimpse of a dark shadow slowly rising from the center of the explosion, and then the shadow began to take on a human form. The three of them stood quietly, with a fierce resentment on their faces, and Sambo recognized them through their almost transparent bodies, and the soul of the stewed pot stood in the middle, flanked by Tiger Brother and the pony boy who gave his life for Tiger Brother.

The three wraiths slowly approached the Three Treasures and gathered around him.

"What are you looking at?" The old man looked at Sam Bao's eyes straight, and looked at Sam Bao's line of sight, but he only saw the crowd of onlookers in the distance.

"Hey, these idlers, I thought they were watching a movie." The old man shook his head, took out a pack of cheap cigarettes with his bloodstained black hand, and handed one to Sambo, who shook his head, and the old man put the cigarette back again, put one in his mouth again, and lit it. Immediately afterwards, he took out three more cigarettes, lit them separately, and inserted them in the sand in front of him.

Then the old man muttered in the dialect that the Three Treasures couldn't hear clearly: "Nanwu Amitabha...... Don't be so angry in the future, be a good person after being reincarnated, honor your parents, and honestly follow Guanyin Bodhisattva...... Don't do anything wrong...... Don't look back...... Don't remember this life again...... The most important thing is to have something to say...... The days that are not over in this life will be lived in the next life...... The blessings that I have never enjoyed in this life...... Repair again in the next life...... Go away obediently, and don't remember the world...... Don't do anything wrong...... Don't look back......"

After the old man said this, he motioned to Sam Bao to open the body bag, and then slowly poured the broken pieces of the body in the frame into the plastic bag, like a fishmonger pouring fish and shrimp into a vegetable basket in a vegetable market.

Immediately afterwards, the old man took a deep breath of cigarette, bowed slightly to the bag of broken corpses, and then moved his steps and disappeared into the crowd of onlookers.

As soon as the old man came over, those who were originally watching the excitement consciously gave way to a wide road, covering their noses and revealing an expression of disgust.

Sambo forgot that the three spirits were staring at him like three vicious dogs, and when he turned around, he saw the three spirits rushing towards him. The Three Treasures were defenseless, one stumbled and fell to the ground, a gust of wind blew, and the three resentful spirits disappeared into the air.

The curator arrived late in the renovated van, with the satisfaction of how much he had taken advantage of. He walked over and asked, "Have you cleaned it up?" ”

"Well, it's clean, I've checked it several times, and it's the bloody ......," Sambo said, pointing to the blood stains scattered everywhere on the ground.

There were already quite a few wild dogs who followed the smell of blood, sniffing back and forth around the big pool of blood. The greedy also stuck out his tongue and licked the ground, which also caused the other wild dogs to rush up, and a group of mad dogs tore each other apart.

"Hey......" Curator Wu shook his head, and pointed to the body bag in Sanbao's hand, "Open it and take a look." ”

The moment the black plastic bag was opened, the indistinct pile of rotten meat and the oncoming smell of corpses directly disconnected Sambo's brain. Sambo held his breath, but felt his head start to swell.

"Okay, put it away, go back." Sanbao heard the curator say in a trance, and then lost his memory, and followed the curator into the car.

Back at the funeral home, it was almost noon. At the door, Master Lu, cremation Liu, and a few temporary workers were already waiting at the door. Sambo swayed out of the van, but felt his knees tingle. The big guy gathered around Sambo and asked for news.

"Sanbao, we've heard about it just now when we read the news." The master asked with concern.

"No, it's a big deal, a vicious incident! This guy is neat," Brother Eagle grinned.

"Maybe it's going to be on the news network." The horse's face echoed.

"You two stupid, this ugly thing can be on the news network, hurry up and help, see what else is ......there," cremated Liu Chong shouted to the two young people.

The two guys hurriedly rushed forward, just walked to Sambo's side, covered their noses at the same time, and took several steps back.

"I'll take the test. Sambo, why do you stink so much. Horseface shouted first.

"Woo...... Take a bath......" Brother Diao said, covering his nose and shaking his head.

The master took the body bag and gave the two guys a blank look.

"Sambo, you go take a bath first. I'll get it. The master gestured to the three treasures.

"By the way, Ma Kun, you go to the dormitory and get a change of clothes for Sanbao." Master Lu commanded.

"Xingxing......" Ma Kun rushed to the dormitory like a wind, as if this could blow the smell away.

In the bathhouse, Sambo turned on the shower to the maximum, and his body was covered with laundry detergent, and the shower gel had no effect. The stench was smoked by the damp steam of the bathhouse, making people dizzy.

Sambo carefully used laundry soap and laundry detergent to apply every pore on his body three times. soaked in the small pool for half an hour, and rubbed himself hard with a bath towel to make himself red. Put on new underwear, sweaters, and overalls before you dare to walk out of the bathhouse.

It was already time to eat, but I didn't expect that as soon as I entered the dining room, the colleagues who came over still whispered in wonder: "Sanbao, do you still have the taste?" ”

For lunch, there was stir-fried meat with celery, mapo tofu, and shredded potatoes.

These are all stir-fried dishes that Sam Bao originally loved to eat, especially mapo tofu, which is authentic made by the chef. Stir-fried minced meat with Qixian bean paste. Mixed between the tender white tofu cubes, and topped with green shallots, it is quite tempting.

Sanbao opened the tofu cube and saw that the inside was white and red. There was also minced meat rolling down from above...... He suddenly felt that this was as if it were three broken corpses that had been blasted into minced meat by a detonator. Spread it on a snow-white plate, waiting to pick it up yourself.

Stew the pot...... Brother Tiger...... And the unknown horseboy

Sambo suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, and something in his throat was going up. Sambo held his breath and pursed his lips. But I still can't suppress the urge to vomit.

Sambo covered his mouth and quickly rushed to the flowerbed outside the dining room door.

"Wow...... Whew...... Sambo vomited heavily, and the contents of his stomach sprayed around the low holly tree. But from the night before to now, Sambo hadn't eaten much at all, and all that seemed to be able to vomit out soon was slimy gastric juice and bile.

Everyone gathered around eagerly, some patted their backs, and some hurriedly handed over water.

In front of the cooking table, the cook Dachun watched sadly as Sanbao vomited outside the door. He almost burst into tears.

"Damn, is my cooking really that unpalatable......