Ma Xiaoliu and the other two inmates told three more stories, probably for hearsay or fabrication, which were obviously not as realistic as Zhang Huatou's story.

It's Zhao Yidao's turn to talk again, this Zhao Yidao turned out to be a butcher, specializing in slaughtering pigs in a meat factory, because of the neat knife and high pig killing efficiency, people gave the nickname "Zhao Yidao".

Zhao Yidao talked about his story, and he looked a little lost.

In the past, the pig slaughterhouse did not have so many semi-mechanical equipment as it is now, and it was almost entirely done by manpower. Zhao Yidao has been a butcher for nearly ten years, and I don't know how many pigs died under his knife.

From nausea and vomiting at the beginning to the knife and insensitivity, Zhao Yidao only needed less than ten minutes to dissect a pig cleanly.

Speaking of killing pigs, Zhao Yidao said that when he thought about it later, his hands would be weak, and if he killed too much, people would have an inexplicable strange mood, and sometimes when he saw a pig, he would feel very strange that the pig was also examining himself, and he would feel very guilty.

Zhao Yidao said, don't watch the pig live when you only know how to eat and sleep, but as soon as you pull it to the slaughterhouse, many pigs shed tears like people, as if they understand that their lives have come to an end, and they don't scream like usual, which only makes many butchers feel a little sad.

After killing pigs for a few years, Zhao Yidao never ate pork again. In fact, many butchers have a common problem, such as killing chickens, cattle or pigs, often killing too much, and they don't eat it themselves, and they simply resist it in their hearts, and vomit as soon as they eat.

Maybe it's time for Zhao Yidao to stop. The ancients said that whether it is killing people or killing animals, people will commit murder, and the hands holding the butcher knife will leave a very heavy murderous aura, and even a knife, if you drink blood too many times, will be extremely sharp and cold, and even become a magic knife, which will affect the owner's emotions to kill and commit murder.

One night after killing a pig for nearly ten years, Zhao Yidao had a strange dream. In the dream he himself turned into a pig and was locked up in a pigsty.

When I became a pig, I understood the pity of being a pig. The pigs were fed unpalatable, and the pigsty was not only foul-smelling and feces, but also had to endure mosquitoes and maggots, and a lot of nausea and pain from the large number of parasites in the stomach.

The most important thing is that the pigs in captivity have no freedom, and they are simply mixed and waiting for death.

In the dream, the pig that Zhao Yidao turned into by himself was often bullied by other pigs, and he often couldn't eat or drink.

Soon, it was his turn to be sent to the slaughterhouse. Looking at the familiar environment and the butcher, Zhao Yidao felt very scared, trembling and crying in fear, just like the pig that was slaughtered by him before.

The pain of drilling his heart and the pain of pulling his bones, he watched his intestines and stomach flow out of the ground before he was out of breath, the pig's blood was poured into a large basin, and the pig's liver, kidney and other five organs were divided into other basins one by one.

The great fear and pain caused Zhao Yidao's soul to suddenly break away from the pig's body.

Just as he continued to watch his body as a pig being disassembled on the side, a voice next to him said to him: "You have killed so many pigs, and you have tasted the taste of being killed today, isn't it extraordinarily kind." ”

Zhao Yidao turned his head to look, and at some point, there was a monster with a pig's head and a human body standing beside him, dressed in a gray cloth robe, and holding a jade Ruyi in his hand, similar in size to himself.

"Hey, although pigs are destined to be lowly and ugly things in the way of animals, I don't know how many people who have done evil in their previous lives have exhausted their karma and enjoyed good fortune in the next life. You have killed tens of thousands of pigs in the past ten years, and you have made a quick move, which can be regarded as reducing the pain when you help them survive, but you yourself are full of blood and blood, I am afraid that there will be a bloody disaster in the near future. The pig's head looked at Zhao Yidao and said.

In the dream, Zhao Yidao didn't know how to answer, remembering the violence and ferocity when he slaughtered pigs on weekdays, and he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

"Put down the butcher's knife and find a secluded place to avoid the disaster. After the pig's head finished speaking, it disappeared, and Zhao Yidao also woke up from his dream, shocked and covered in cold sweat.

Afterwards, Zhao Yidao only thought that he had an absurd and uninhibited strange dream, although it was very real, but he did not take it to heart.

One day half a month later, when Zhao Yidao was sharpening his knife in the slaughterhouse as usual, he fought with a colleague because of a verbal dispute. It was also that colleague who was angry, picked up the pig-killing knife and stabbed Zhao Yidao in the leg, this Zhao Yidao was not a grandson of Rao Ye, but picked up his knife and stabbed his colleague in the stomach and arm a few times.

After that, both sides were defeated, but fortunately the colleague did not die. But Zhao Yidao has since started his prison life because of a small quarrel.

After entering prison, whenever Zhao Yidao remembered that strange dream, the more he felt that he should not listen to the warning of the pig-headed messenger. He asked his family to inquire about whether there was a pig-headed human body in the immortals, and later, according to an old Taoist priest, he may have met the "room fire" star monarch in the twenty-eight constellations.

This "room fire" star monarch is a change from the pig god, with a mild temperament, bringing auspiciousness to people and eliminating disasters, and is the sixth star monarch of the seven northern houses.

Zhao Yidao's story is finished, although everyone also feels a little chattering, but after all, there are no ghosts, Huang Lao Wu and everyone want excitement, so they asked me to tell it quickly.

Brother,, brother really doesn't need to make it up. I'm it, my brother was killed by a ghost.

So, with my brother's excellent eloquence and immersive description, my brother talked endlessly for more than an hour from beginning to end, only to listen to these stupid hats. The story is over when the brother enters the number, and while the inmates in the prison are still recalling the details of the story, suddenly, for some reason, a porcelain cup on the shelf of toiletries falls to the ground by itself, and the ground is "boring" and "boring".

Fuck, I don't know if it's to match the terrifying atmosphere of my brother's story or what, this cup smashed made the whole prison atmosphere even more terrifying, and the prison was so quiet that even the sound of my own breathing could be heard.

"Yang Wei, among your friends who have been killed, is there a little girl with a round face and big eyes, short hair, and by the way, a flower tattoo on the left side of her neck?" Old man Meng, who had never spoken to me for more than half a year and slept in the innermost part of the prison cell, suddenly asked me strangely.

I didn't react for a while, and after a while, I said, "Yes, that's right, it's the girl named 'Qi' who always drilled into my arms." ”

"She was listening to you just now, and after you finished speaking, the girl cried and deliberately knocked over a cup. It seems that people are still thinking about you. "Old man Meng actually teased me with a little playfulness, in this weird atmosphere.

When my brother heard this, he immediately got goosebumps all over his body, and the other inmates simply stopped talking. My day, this old man Meng, how does he know?

"Rest assured, she's gone. It seems that the story you told is really true, and it's kind of interesting, hehe. After Old Man Meng finished speaking, he was motionless and cross-legged to practice his neurotic qigong.

Speaking of this old man Meng, he is absolutely, indeed a weirdo.

In the first half year of my account, Ya never ignored me, even when I was abused and beaten by Huang Lao Wu, he could still meditate cross-legged on his own bunk safely. I always thought he was a psychopath, maybe he was caught practicing some kind of evil skill in the first place.

I heard that this old man Meng is almost ninety years old, when he came in, because he didn't know why, but this old guy is definitely a national treasure-level veteran in the entire prison. This old shameless man never has to work, always sits at a single table for dinner, and can always guarantee at least two dishes and one soup.

You may not believe it when my brother says it, fuck me, but my brother saw with his own eyes that in prison, not only Old Man Meng, but also several other awesome characters, can enjoy this special treatment, and later I heard that these people are not ordinary people! Fuck, are they from the second class?

It was also later that I learned that Old Man Meng was a human being, she was simply an old monster.

Even Huang Lao Wu is very respectful to Old Man Meng. Although Old Man Meng usually doesn't treat him very well, he doesn't care about Huang Lao Wu's nonsense, just like well water does not interfere with river water, and as far as I heard, Huang Lao Wu wanted to bully this strange old man at first, but he ended up eating a huge secret loss from others, as for the plot, I don't know.

That night, I tossed and turned for a long time, how could Old Man Meng see it, this shows that this old guy is really not an ordinary person, if it weren't for this old grandson who didn't hold back the appearance of Dian Po Qi tonight, I would really have to treat this old guy as an old neurotic.

This was my first discovery and accident after coming to prison. There is really a bit of a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger, hey, there is really more than enough everywhere!

Everyone didn't fall asleep in the middle of the night, I don't know if they were frightened by my ghost story, or they were shocked by the conversation between me and Old Man Meng, it turned out that there can be ghosts around them!

Needless to say, in this ghost story telling competition, my brother won by an absolute advantage, and at the same time, his international prestige in the prison has finally improved a little.

On the second day, the third day, and long after, I always had nothing to do to talk to Old Man Meng, hoping that he could continue to reveal a little nonsense that I wanted to know or I didn't want to know. You don't ask, you're in a hurry, you ask, he doesn't say, mother's "curiosity kills cats".

Time is in a hurry, and more than a year has passed in my brother's daily hard work, hard performance, and sweat and hard work.

It really eats less than chickens, does more work than donkeys, and sleeps later than cats. Brother thought again: The sky will descend on the Si people...... , is the only way to coax yourself stupidly, so as to support this inhuman life.

A year later, Le'er came to see me, and she also found my house, only to find out that my brother had been imprisoned.

Le'er's eyes turned red when she saw her brother so thin!

A few words. Le'er's great feud is still not snowing, she and the fat man came down from Wutai Mountain not long ago, according to Zhitong Zen Master, the ghost energy on their bodies has finally been completely dissolved by Buddhism, and from then on, the ghost should no longer be able to find him according to the ghost qi.

The fat man read Buddha and Zen and was completely brainwashed by Shakyamuni. After being guided by Zen Master Zhitong, he escaped into the empty gate and entered a Buddhist institute of sutra to study.

Le Er has her own plans, although she doesn't say it, I can guess that she wants to avenge her mother.

Le'er told me not to worry about my family, she had already sent a sum of money to my family, and when I was released from prison, she would arrange for someone to pick me up, and she would also plan my future life for me.

Naturally, I thanked and asked about the situation at home, because apart from my mother, my father hadn't come to see me for a long time, and I had been worried about some kind of inexplicable in my heart.

Le'er reassured me and said everything was fine. I didn't pay much attention to the hesitation in her eyes.

Half a year passed after Le'er left. My family hadn't come to see me for a while, and on this day my mother came to visit me alone, and I couldn't help but ask my father about my mother's haggard and some hidden sadness.