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The people of that year's festival are really poor, in a dry place, a few loads of water can the guy desperately, and in the realm of Jinling, although everyone can still eat, but the life is not happy, such as this sea bowl, there may not be a few in a family, the fortune teller took the bamboo pole and flag to all overturned on the ground, immediately someone was annoyed, stood up directly, angrily scolded the guy in the old-fashioned green shirt and robe, there was a bad temper of the young man, directly stepped forward to push.

Fortune teller? Hmph, he also encountered a good day, if he put aside the first two years, he would definitely be counted in the criticism task, and he would be escorted directly to the township.

In this radius of dozens of miles, who is engaged in this industry, who has not been made to cry dad and mother, admitting that his little bit of stuff is feudal abuse, grandma's, dare to overturn our jobs?

The crowd was surging, but the gentleman with three flowing green beards shouted nonchalantly: "The old man is saving your life, you really don't know what to do, and you even scolded me?" He was besieged by four or five people, and he retreated again and again, and after glancing at us, he squeezed to us before he was beaten, pulled my sleeve and said: "Little brother, you come to judge, where in the world is there such an unreasonable person, who speaks ill of his savior, it is really desperate......

I was dragged by this poor fortune teller, and then I was pushed to the front, and the villagers knew that I was the one who caught the big fish, and I was the cadre above, so they stopped for a while, but some people were still unwilling, picked up the broken bowl broken into several pieces on the ground, and said indignantly: "My bowl was purchased when I married my daughter-in-law, and the word "happiness" is printed under the bowl; This doesn't count, such a big bowl of fish broth is gone with a stroke, isn't this a waste of food? ”

Waste food! For the peasants, this crime can be compared to murder, and at the moment when they are worried about chewing their heads every day, everyone's feelings come up again, their eyes are full of anger, and they are staring at this fortune teller.

At this time, I had time to look at this person, but I saw that he was wearing a neat green shirt and robe, carrying a fortune-telling banner and baggage, wearing circled glasses, three green beards, and fairy wind bones, but he was not very old, and it was estimated that he was in his thirties and early forties. When he heard the villager's words, he raised his eyebrows, thrust the flag in his hand into the dirt, pointed back at the boiling iron pot and said, "Fish broth, do you really think you are drinking fish broth?" Hehe......"

He glanced back contemptuously, and after seeing the confused expressions on our faces, he said solemnly: "I came from a distance, and I smelled a strong fishy smell when I was ten miles away, and at first I thought that someone had died somewhere, but I didn't expect that in broad daylight, you would actually cook human flesh here, and that's it, that fierce and very strange meat, even people dare to eat it-you fools, you fools, you only smell the fragrance, but you don't know that the more delicate the poppie, the more poisonous the fruit, the more fancy the mushroom, and the faster the eater dies......"

This person is making a big fuss, and the old branch secretary who presided over this fish banquet is gone, and he also forgot about going to find his son, squeezed to the front, pointed at this fortune teller and shouted: "Where did you come from, you pretend to be a ghost, you think we countrymen are easy to bully, right?" What boils human flesh? This pot is obviously boiling fish, I took care of the whole time, except for the fish, you can't find a second thing - as for the fierce, haha, old man, I just ate meat and drank soup, you see me now, is there a problem? ”

He patted his chest and shouted loudly, and the fortune teller glanced at him carefully, and suddenly sneered: "Hehe, sure enough, it's Lao Tzu's debt, my son pays it back, since you don't believe it, then I'll verify it for you!" ”

After saying this, others didn't see him move, but his body suddenly moved to the Eight Immortals table next to the cauldron, and then he took the spoon from Lin Jie, the young man in charge of distribution, and stirred it vigorously in the pot, frowning more and more. When those villagers saw him like this, they couldn't help but shout: "Jiewazi, don't let this old man take advantage of the opportunity, he is a man named Hanako, maybe he came to grab food!" ”

In the midst of the commotion, the fortune teller suddenly kicked out and kicked the pot on top of the earthen stove directly to the ground.

Boom -

The pot was already unstable, this kick was right, the whole stove collapsed, the huge iron pot fell to the side, Xu knocked on some big stone, there was a loud noise, half of the pot wall was smashed, and there was a thick white soup splashed out of it, and the flame under the stove in that moment, it actually rose up, jumped out two or three meters, and almost burned to the fortune teller's brow.

When I saw the iron pot toppled aside, and large pieces of snow-white fish and soup spilled in the mud, not to mention the villagers, I thought that this fortune teller had come to make trouble. I saw that the twenty or so villagers gathered in front of me stood up in an instant, cursed something, and rushed towards the fortune teller. The scene was once again in chaos, and although I felt that the fortune teller was indeed underwhelmed, I thought that I must not let him be beaten to death by the villagers, so I rushed forward and prepared to stop the people.

These people were standing in front of the mouth of the huge cauldron, and because of the angle, I had to go around the soup to get to the fortune teller, but I rushed and felt that I had stepped on something, and when I looked down, it was a finger.

A human finger, though half-cooked, I can clearly understand that it comes from the palm of a person's hand.

Then the villagers who rushed forward to beat up the fortune teller suddenly stopped, and the crowd was as calm as death at that moment, everyone showed extremely frightened expressions, and some people squatted down and began to vomit, whoa, whoa, as if they wanted to vomit their stomachs. My heart moved, three or two steps rushed to the front, glanced into the huge cauldron, but saw that under the pot, there was a tired corpse that had been boiled to ten maturity, because it had been boiled for too long, the whole face became blurred, red, the eyeballs fell out of the sockets, the head was boiled into a pile, the person seemed to swell a little, stained with that strange and fragrant smell, there was a strong will that people couldn't help but want to vomit.

However, my first instinct suddenly thought of a possibility - could it be that this corpse curled up under the pot was the missing second son of the old branch scrivener?

Impossible, right? Isn't it said that when you are cooking fish, almost everyone is watching from the side, so when did such a big living person run into the pot and cook it quietly? How can there be such a strange thing in the world?

However, even if we no longer believe that there is a person hidden under the pot of boiling fish, to be precise, it should be a boiled corpse, the ironclad fact is in front of us, and we cannot selectively ignore it.

Bursts of violent vomiting came from behind me, and all those who had seen this miserable situation couldn't help but have acid water coming out of their stomachs, and those who had drunk the fish soup lay directly on the ground, and they couldn't vomit out their stomachs directly. Dead people, another homicide case, Liu Gongan and others immediately like chicken blood, beckoning the people around to help open the pot and get the people out, they also ordered everyone not to leave, when the time comes, they will check, confront each other one by one, and see who is so vicious that they actually boiled people to death.

Shen Zhong knew that he had met a master, so he immediately stepped forward, shook hands with the fortune teller, and explained our identities, and the fortune teller was also more friendly, and introduced himself: "My surname is Liu, the third in the family, you can call me Liu Laosan, this time I came here, because I have a brother from the same family, he is called Huang Yangshen, I heard that he died here, I came to take a look, deal with the aftermath, by the way, find out the reason, and give his family an explanation." ”

This person is neither humble nor arrogant, but he is also a powerful character, Shen Zhong asked him, how did he know that there were people hidden under this pot, and who did such a ridiculous thing under the noses of so many people?

Liu Laosan pinched his fingers, shook his head and said: "It's not difficult, I know that this pot of fish and meat has always been watched, and it stands to reason that there will be no such thing, but you don't know, carp will become essence after a hundred, catfish is even more vicious, after becoming essence, it can swallow people's souls, strengthen the body, and can secrete a psychedelic gland to disturb people's will, even if it is dead, it is obviously a very smelly smell, under the influence of this gland, it is also fragrant, so that these villagers are blinded, not to mention a big living person, it is a group, I'm afraid that I will turn a blind eye. ”

Over the years, countless people have inexplicably drowned in the mountains, and the second child of the Meng family has also been fascinated by infinite power, like a ghost, which shows that this giant catfish's ability to confuse people is really powerful, not to mention ordinary villagers, even if it is our second department, there are almost no people who can smell the smell.

This explanation also works, Shen Zhong saw that this person was understated, and his gestures were full of calmness, and he had the heart to make friends, but before he could say this, he heard the old branch secretary next to him plop down, knelt down directly in front of the ripe corpse, and cried loudly: "God, my son ......"