When I fiddled with the two things in my arms, everyone looked at me, and then everyone's faces turned slightly pale. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Because in my hand, I was holding a portable liquefied gas tank.

There are many small liquefied gas tanks in small restaurants that sell Malatang, although "a monkey" is only concurrently engaged in Malatang business, but I still saw it with sharp eyes, and in the corner, there were two or three such cans.

I knew that the lighter and the jar in my hand were the only things I could do to save my life.

Therefore, when I held the jar and lighter in my hand, no one dared to rush at me.

It's a big deal!

I quickly unscrewed the gas canister, causing the liquefied gas to make a "clang" sound, like a rattlesnake warning.

In the midst of the warning, I endured the pain of my vest, stood up, and smiled at Hui Sitan: "Third Young Master, this store has been demolished if it should have been demolished, and what should not have been demolished has also been demolished, is there anything else to say now?"

Faced with a fait accompli, Hui Sitan, an arrogant maniac, can only consider himself unlucky.

However, after all, he is a little stronger than his eldest brother Hui Sizhu, so he can still maintain the most basic "restraint".

Hui Sitan snorted coldly: "Boss Huo's good means, I admit it, how about everyone disperse like this?" ”

The third child of the Hui family took the initiative to admit it, which surprised me a little, but it also made me understand that this person can "divide the world" with Hui Siqi, and he also has his own very different principles.

Such a person is given a step, and he cannot help but go down.

The gas also came out, the store was also "smashed", and I was desperate to get out, so after Hui Sitan signaled, I nodded, and quickly hugged the gas canister to cover Zhao Haipeng and Cai Okra and retreated.

Before leaving, I smiled and said to Hui Sitan, "...... And young master, you remember, next time you put your mouth clean, because eating soft rice can not only eat bones, but also nails!

Hui Sitan's face was blue and white for a while when I said it, but he still nodded and said, "I remember, Boss Huo is easy to go!"

I sneered, and with the gesture of a victor, I walked out.

After going out, I felt that I should leave a deeper thought for the arrogant Hui Laosan, so I simply threw the gas canister out and hit the plaque on the door, making the "corpse monkey" become "a monkey".

Immediately after that, I got in the car, started the motor, and left the place of right and wrong.

In the rearview mirror, the last thing I saw was the resentful gaze of the woman Yucca and the sharp dagger in her hand.

But Lao Tzu has already run away, no matter how much she hates it, she has a hairy use!

As the car sped away, I was in a surging mood.

Smashing the store, smashing it is just a symbol, just like I "abolished" the thief's little finger, just to leave a thought for the unruly.

However, this thought also made Zhao Haipeng look distressed. I could see that he didn't really want to do that, but the rules he insisted on in his heart made him have to do it.

In the middle of the car, Lao Zhao couldn't help shaking his head and said, "I didn't expect it...... I didn't expect the hundred-year-old store to be reduced to this, the boss didn't care about the guys, and he used the Yin Food Curse to harm people, as well as the Hui family, why did it become like that, open and close his mouth money, money, money, money......"

Seeing that Lao Zhao's emotions began to get out of control again, I quickly changed the topic and asked Lao Zhao: "By the way, what did the boss put in the tea? What is the rice in your hand? Talk to your brothers!"

Hearing this, Zhao Haipeng looked at me with a frightened look and said, "Thanks to you, otherwise the three of us would have been tortured to death by that bastard......"

As he spoke, Zhao Haipeng told us that the boss had put "sticky dispersion" in the tea leaves.

“...... This is the Yin Eating Mantra that the White Dragon Hall learned from Tibet. ”

According to Zhao Haipeng's description, it was a kind of esoteric method that was introduced from Tibet to western Sichuan, because the White Dragon Hall where Sichuan cuisine was born was very close to Tibet, so their food spells were mostly integrated into tantric spells and even witchcraft.

The plaster that Zhao Haipeng said used to be a means of controlling serfs in Kangzang and western Yunnan in ancient times, but it was actually a biotoxin of bacteria and viruses, which can make people very terrible and malignant diseases.

According to Zhao Haipeng's understanding, it is not complicated to make this kind of "medicine powder" that can stick blood, but it is quite damaged, especially before making it, it is even more vicious to find a living slave or prisoner to "make ointment".

"Make this mantra ointment...... What do you want a living person for?" I wondered.

"Because that kind of plaster ......," Zhao Haipeng said word by word: "In fact, it is human body fluid, and it is gastric juice." ”

Subsequently, Lao Zhao told us the secret in our bowl of tea with fear.

He said that the plaster was made by first washing a slave, cleaning him, starving him for seven days, and then feeding him a dry food called barley.

When people are hungry, they will eat food uncontrollably, and if no one cares, they are likely to eat until their stomach is full.

However, in order to make the so-called "sticky ointment", the slave owners of those feudal societies naturally did not let the slaves' stomachs burst, and they would pay special attention to the amount of barley, so that the slaves' stomachs were as congested as possible, swollen but not burst.

After that, they would slay the hungry slaves whose stomachs were full of barley with a single stick, covered with incantations, and bury them under a very rare, grassless red earth, about three feet, and let it rot naturally.

Speaking of this, Zhao Haipeng finally said: "Three days later, those who make the ointment are dragging the dead out of the body, extracting the liquid oil from the decay and decomposition of the dead man's stomach, and then further refining it to become a kind of paste, called 'sticky ointment'. ”

...... What Zhao Haipeng said, inexplicably made me and Cai Okra shiver, although I don't know what this paste is for, but listening to it, I feel nauseous.

Seeing this, Zhao Haipeng didn't seem to want us to be too embarrassed and want to vomit, so he only scribbled later that the barley gastric juice after everyone was corrupted may have invaded some kind of underground bacteria, and then turned into a harmful existence.

If a person drinks such tea, a large number of polyps and infected layers will grow in the digestive tract within seven days, and if there is no antidote to the symptoms, it will slowly ulcerate and die.

What is particularly interesting about this ointment is that when the ointment is solid oil, ordinary people will not be poisoned when they eat it, and only after neutralizing it with tea and "waking up", the pathogenic factors in the anointing oil can be released.

Zhao Haipeng didn't understand the specific reason for this, but according to his speculation, it was related to the temperature of the tea water and a certain substance contained in it......

Zhao Haipeng sighed: "The boss of this monkey is really vicious, he used a fragrant red robe to cover the special taste of gastric juice in the food curse ointment, and almost made us all ......"

After listening to Zhao Haipeng's words, I felt afraid, and at the same time, I also felt that the bald head was really bad.

Relying on Hu Laoer's protection and the means of the Five Organs Temple, these guys are really doing nonsense, Lao Zhao only asked him to smash the store and get out, which really cheapened them.

While speaking, Zhao Haipeng couldn't help but sigh: "The hundred-year-old store has fallen into a bloody place, and the family of marriage is a mutual enemy...... What the hell is wrong with this world?!"

Looking at Zhao Haipeng's lamentation, I know that he feels confused about the cruelty of reality, and that confusion is from the heart and he doesn't understand.

Why do you not do good restaurants and business, but do some deception, domination of the market, and stealing and abduction? Why is it that the mantra of the temple of the five internal organs is forever used in places that harm people's lives and fight for power and profit?

He didn't understand...... Or maybe you don't want to understand!

From the bottom of my heart, I am sad for Zhao Haipeng, sad for this chaotic Five Organs Temple, and even more sad for a ill-fated monkey.

I even secretly swore in my heart that one day, I would put down this down-and-out century-old shop, let it regain its former youth and charm, and reorganize the rules of the Five Organs Temple.

I'll do it!(To be continued.) )