Introduction:

What is the most terrifying profession in the world? tomb robbing, forensic medicine, fortune teller, or robber? Maybe......

But in my opinion, the most terrifying business in the world is to open a restaurant. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In fact, as long as you turn on the TV, you can see how many people die every year from tomb robberies, from crimes, from robberies?

But if you think about it, how many people die every year in restaurants, from food, from the word "eat"? I don't say, you can guess.

I'm such an unlucky guy who runs a restaurant.

In the days when I opened a restaurant in the past few years, I have witnessed fish monsters that cost people's lives, "yin banquets" that only the dead eat, and takeaways that kill people without seeing blood. I have also seen diners possessed by "resentment", sinister cooks, chefs who take food as slaves, and even "ghost shops" with black lights.

This article will take you into the supernatural world of the hotel, where you will enjoy our feast.

And you, are you ready to eat?

Chapter 1: Blood Mushrooms

My name is Huo Sansi, Huo is Huo Yuanjia's Huo, and Si is thinking twice before acting.

My name has a bit of a origin, because my surname "Huo" is not my father's, not my grandfather's, but an outsider I have never met and has been dead for more than 70 years.

To be precise, my grandfather changed my surname, and he changed my surname for the purpose of being very selfish, purely to repay his "debt of conscience", which is said to have pressed him for decades, and he was out of breath, so after I was born, he changed my surname from "Zhang" to "Huo" regardless of the eyes of relatives and friends.

The reason for all this naturally starts with me, an interesting grandfather.

My father said that my grandfather was a loser when he was young, although he went to the high school of the old society, and also studied in the private school at that time, he was considered a person who had eaten ink, but his nature of being lazy and lazy was not modified.

In that era of war and chaos, other students loved to dance knives and guns, love to resist Japan and save the country, and love to breed and prosper, but my grandfather only loved to eat, love to spend all day and drink, except for opium smoke, he was full of five poisons, which was a big disaster in the family, so the older generation of people privately gave my grandfather a nickname, called Zhang Sanhao, what about the three good? They are delicious, good sleep and good sex.

Zhang Sanhao does not learn and has no skills, and it is called debauchery and uninhibited if it sounds good, and it is called a dead loach that can't hold up the wall, and he is like this, and everyone looks down on him, so after the death of my grandfather, Zhang Sanhao, who was originally a concubine, was cut off from the money by the family, and within a few years, he was emptied of the land by relatives and friends with various "small actions".

But this is the case, Zhang Sanhao has not learned well, he is used to being lazy, especially loves to eat, and follows a group of wine and meat brothers all day long to eat seafood, and in the end, he even eats his pants as money, stealing clothes from beggars to wear.

Mixed to the point of being surrounded by four walls, Zhang Sanhao began to regret it, and only then did he think of the sage book and foreign ink, but he had no choice but to the point that the prodigal son could not turn back, and his pants were exposed, and even the beggars he looked down on in the past were better than his own food. Except that there are a few walls in the house, it is really better to ask for food.

When people encounter adversity, it is the loneliest moment, and the help of any relatives and friends will make him grateful, but it is a pity that my grandfather Zhang Sanhao did not get that kind of help, on the contrary, his friends who drink and meat still love to fall into the well and find him everywhere.

One evening, three friends from the same village went to Zhang Sanhao for dinner, and they knocked on the hole in my grandfather's house through the window without window paper, and deliberately coveted him with fragrant smoked chicken wine.

At that time, Zhang Sanhao had not eaten serious food for three days, and he ate bean cakes and horse feed every day, which made his tongue numb, and when he looked at the chicken, he burst into tears, thinking that his former brothers had come to help him, a brother in distress.

But who knows, these three brothers simply drank too much wine in the afternoon to trick him, seeing that my grandfather was hooked out of the house by the smell of smoked chicken, these three people took the chicken away, and said to my grandfather: "I said three good, our chicken and wine can't be eaten in vain, the brothers also spent money, you have to eat with a partner, how can you get a dish." ”

This sentence is difficult for my unsuccessful grandfather.

He only has half an uneaten black bean cake in his hand now, and this is still stolen from the manger of his brother's house, and letting him cook a dish is simply killing him.

Seeing that Zhang Sanhao was not in a rut, the three masters smiled, and immediately showed the sign and said: "Our brothers know that you are not happy, and we don't embarrass you, do you know blood mushrooms?

The words of the three drinking friends, Zhang Sanhao, who was almost angry, turned his back on him, where did he want to invite him to dinner, it was purely to make fun of him.

What is a blood mushroom? Zhang Sanhao has been mixed in the restaurant all the year round, and it is naturally very clear that the so-called blood mushroom is an edible mushroom that grows on the coffin board, also known as the coffin mushroom, which can be used to make soup, can be fried, and can be used as medicine at critical moments, and is as precious and delicious as Ganoderma lucidum.

But the problem is that although this thing is delicious, it really does not grow anywhere, it only grows on the wood of the coffin that is damp and leaks into the air, and in our hometown, there is only the place called "cricket field" where this edible fungus grows.

The cricket field is a mass grave hill, its terrain is low-lying, and it becomes a mud swamp when it rains, and because the old society often fights and dies, so there are many "water crickets" that feed on dead corpses in the mass grave hill. Rural people avoid words such as "dead" and "corpse", so they call the mass grave in my hometown a cricket field.

Zhang Sanhao looked up at the sky when the sun was setting, and knew that it was also a black light when he arrived at the cricket field, and the place was full of dead corpses and disgusting cricket corpses, and his scalp was numb when he thought about it, normal people would not go to the lantern at night to find any blood mushrooms, and it was a bit too much for three drinking friends to make this kind of request.

When Zhang Sanhao was replaced, these people had already beaten him out with a stick, but Zhang Sanhao had no choice but to come to this point, he was really out of line, he looked at the fragrant chicken in people's hands, greedy drool, and his index finger moved, and he was carried away by appetite.

Eventually, my grandfather said to the three brothers, "That...... You go into my room and cook on the fire, and you are not allowed to steal food. Wait for me to come back, wait for me to come back. ”

The three wine and meat friends saw that Zhang Sanhao was hungry and didn't even want to do the festival, and the former little master had to go to the mass grave to dig mushrooms at night for a bite of food, and the vanity in his heart was naturally greatly satisfied.

When the moon was in the sky, Zhang Sanhao stumbled his steps, and finally walked into the cricket field, he looked at the watery land and the maggots crawling like maggots between the rotten mud and rotten meat, and touched the gurgling belly, and after weighing it, he still walked in without hesitation.

The environment of the mass graves is almost the same, whoever goes in responds, always feels that someone is staring at him behind him, and a little cool breeze feels that something is blowing on the root of his ears, and the whole person becomes sensitive.

But for the sake of food in his stomach, my grandfather Zhang Sanhao endured it, who made him greedy, who let himself be mixed to the point of picking up blood mushrooms for others and exchanging meat for food?

In this way, Zhang Sanhao searched around with a lantern, and it took a long time to find a coffin board dug up by tomb robbers behind a low grave.

Because of the wet and rotten reasons, the coffin board was full of dark red blood mushrooms, in addition to those that could save Zhang San's life, there were also many greedy crickets, those crickets, like my grandfather, also came to the blood mushrooms, in order to compete for the few nutrients, they even fought, cannibalism, stump broken pliers scattered all over the ground.

Looking at the red blood mushrooms, Zhang Sanhao was overjoyed, he didn't expect things to go so smoothly, so he was a little bolder.

So, he picked up the whole rotten coffin board, shook off the crickets with teeth and claws, picked out a few large pieces of blood mushrooms that grew best, stuffed them into the crotch of his trousers, and prepared to take them back for wine and feast.

The moon was dark and the wind was high, and Zhang Sanhao was alone, and Zhang Sanhao was ready to leave. But just as he was about to leave, he suddenly felt something grab under his feet.

At first, Zhang Sanhao thought it was a big cricket, but when he lowered his head, he found that it was a pair of bloody hands sticking out of the coffin just now!

One of the hands was tightly gripping Zhang Sanhao's trousers, and the other was holding a box cannon. The owner of the hand did not speak in the darkness of the coffin, and only looked at Zhang Sanhao with a pair of bright and bright eyes.

There is such a master hidden under the coffin covered with blood mushrooms, no one can stand this stimulation, Zhang Sanhao wanted to howl, but he had no choice but to eat bean cakes every day, he really didn't have any extra strength, although he opened his mouth and roared a few times, but he didn't make much noise.

After a few howls, my grandfather calmed down, first of all, he felt that this person was definitely not a zombie, he had only heard that zombies eat people and meat, and his claws and teeth were sharp, but he had never heard that this zombie would use a box cannon.

Soon, Zhang Sanhao reacted, the guy in this coffin should be a bandit who is hiding from the official!

At the same time that Zhang Sanhao judged the identity of this person, the person who came was also judging his identity Zhang Sanhao, and after the two of them confronted each other for a long time, the man with the box cannon grinned and spoke to Zhang Sanhao: "This brother who robbed the tomb, we are injured, we stutter food, and go our separate ways, if you don't lift it, I won't report it, will it succeed?"

Hearing this, Zhang Sanhao's eyes were alive for a while, he knew that this person had mistaken him for a tomb robber who stole things, and wanted to blackmail Zhang Sanhao with this, forcing him to heal his injuries and eat.

This time, the blind cat met the blind mouse, Zhang Sanhao originally just wanted to get some mushrooms, but he didn't expect to dig up a bandit, this bandit may just want to hide from the officers and soldiers, but he didn't expect to meet a down-and-out household who didn't have anything to eat.

Under the intersection of the two pairs, the high and weak judgment, although the person in the coffin board was injured and bleeding all over his body, but he had a gun in his hand, and there was a gun, that was the truth.

In desperation, Zhang Sanhao had no choice but to accept this bad luck, and he said to the man like a deflated ball: "Coincidentally, I am having a treat at home, so I can let you have a full meal." But my brother told you in advance that I am a poor and destitute family, and after this meal, you should leave quickly, and kill me, and I will not be able to take anything else to honor you. ”

Zhang Sanhao poured out his heart, but he didn't get any statement from the man, he just sat up from the coffin board with difficulty, shook it a few times with the box cannon, and motioned for Zhang Sanhao to lead the way.

In this way, Zhang Sanhao and the bandit who didn't know where they came out of there, embarked on the way home.

Along the way, Zhang Sanhao was coerced, and he was naturally in a bad mood, he walked dejectedly, hoping that God could open his eyes for a while, let him run into the patrol of Tunpu, or the security regiment of the National (Harmony) Army, and let those military masters help him get rid of this remnant.

Of course, this is just Zhang Sanhao's fantasy, unless God is drunk, or he is unlucky, otherwise in such a dark night, it is impossible for anyone to save him.

However, people have good and bad luck, and things often go in different directions in a split second. Soon, Zhang Sanhao was surprised to find that this god was ...... that night It's really high.

[Note! This article is the second work of the Spell of Eating Spell series, the main timeline of the story is slightly higher than the first work "Spell of Food", the two books are both independent of each other, and related to each other, can be completely separated from reading, can also be read in relation to each other, the first "Spell of Food" has been completed, welcome readers to read and comment. I hope you like it, support the story of the little cricket, ask for some recommendation votes and collections, your views and love are the biggest motivation for my writing. 】