But now I see that the index finger of his right hand has grown nails, and the fingers are still three-segmented.

Seeing Ye Langzhong looking at me, I thought about it, and it was my sister who said that something happened, she seemed to be entangled in some evil spirit, and every night when she went to bed, she would be pressed by a ghost, and she also saw a pair of red shoes on the ceiling when she was half asleep.

I changed the name of Ji Yayun's previous encounter with the red robe, and as I spoke, I noticed Ye Langzhong's face.

He frowned slightly, then his eyebrows twisted into a pimple, and he took a sip of wine from time to time, and when I finished speaking, he had already drunk three bowls of rice wine in a row, and his already ruddy face was even redder.

"How can it!" The blind man said a word, but the hand holding the chopsticks still hesitated, took a piece of meat from the pot and blew it, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it.

"Tell me your sister's birthday." Norou said in a deep voice, and drank the wine in the bowl in another gulp.

I stared at him and slowly reported Ji Yayun's birthday.

I smiled and nodded.

Ye Langzhong listened, gritted his teeth and inhaled, shook his head and said:

"The eight characters are all yin, no wonder it will provoke evil spirits. When the rain stops tomorrow, I'll go with you. As for the charges...... It depends on what the situation is. ”

I was busy saying that money was not an issue, as long as it could save my sister's life.

said this on his lips, but in his heart he was extremely suspicious.

I've been in contact with Norou Zhong, and although I can't say I'm familiar with him, I also know his style of doing things and some small actions.

Gritting his teeth and inhaling is one of his habitual movements.

This habit is small, but it is very distinctive.

Every time he encountered a difficult matter, he would twitch twice at the outer corner of his left eye, then grin to the right and take a short breath.

It may not sound like anything special, but when you see it in person, it feels a little weird.

I looked strange, but I knew he wouldn't do it for no reason, so I didn't bother him.

The reason is simple, human movements are controlled by nerves.

Ye Langzhong smiled, "Wild boar, I just hunted it from the mountains last week, and it has been stewed for three days and three nights." ”

The average person's facial movements are either balanced on both sides or on one side, which is a natural reaction.

In short, since the corner of his left eye twitched, it should be the corner of his left mouth that followed the movement, but he grinned to the right.

The thumbs of these two people are also shortened, and I can't confirm the person in the photo, but I have carefully looked at Lao He's hand, and his thumb has no signs of injury, as if he was born with a short thumb.

Not just to the right, but downward.

It is precisely because his habitual movements are so natural that it gives people a very unnatural feeling.

It is precisely because his habitual movements are so natural that it gives people a very unnatural feeling.

It felt like the faces on both sides didn't belong to the same person.

I picked up the bowl and took a sip of wine, and a hot spicy breath penetrated from my throat and into my stomach, and I immediately sweated.

Habitual movements can be similar, but they can't be exactly the same, just as you can't find two identical leaves in the world, and even twins can't be exactly the same.

From this, it is certain that the one in front of him is Ye Langzhong.

Could it be that the one who died in the county just happened to be called Yin**?

But if that's the case, why doesn't Nolangzhong recognize me?

I'm not a voracious drinker, but as soon as the wine is poured out, it immediately overflows with the aroma of the wine and mixes with the aroma of the meat in the pot, and I can't help but move my index fingers.

At this time, the old donkey walked in from outside, and said while taking off his raincoat: "Old Yin, don't patronize and drink, make a stutter." This rain can make me cry along the way. ”

Listening to the tone, the two are obviously very familiar.

"Come, taste my own wine." Ye Langzhong said with a smile.

Ye Langzhong's face was flushed with drinking, and he got up and scolded with a smile:

"You old thing, when did you come to me to shorten your benefit? Let's go, follow me to the kitchen and show you something nice. ”

I smiled and nodded.

The two of them went to the kitchen, and I was the only one left in the room.

The blind man got up and walked to the door, glanced into the kitchen, turned and took out the compass from his bag and looked at it.

Gradually, his face became rarely solemn.

I whispered to him what he saw.

But he shook his head, did not speak, put away the compass and walked behind the door, and began to walk forward step by step against the wall.

I looked strange, but I knew he wouldn't do it for no reason, so I didn't bother him.

The blind man walked to the corner, looked back, turned around, and began to walk in the other direction.

When he walked to another corner, he suddenly gasped, and walked a few steps to the statue of Zhong Kui, looking up at the statue with wide eyes.

I'm not a voracious drinker, but as soon as the wine is poured out, it immediately overflows with the aroma of the wine and mixes with the aroma of the meat in the pot, and I can't help but move my index fingers.

I couldn't help myself anymore and wanted to ask him what he had discovered, but suddenly I smelled a strange fragrance.

The blind man turned around and smiled behind me and nodded.

Although he tried to look natural, I could see that he was smiling and moving a little stiffly.

He must have discovered something.

But now I see that the index finger of his right hand has grown nails, and the fingers are still three-segmented.

I thought to myself, and when I turned around, I saw the old donkey coming in with a pig iron pot.

There was a slight heat in the pot, and the fragrance came from the pot.

Ever since we saw the old donkey, he has always been gloomy, and his speech is hard and cold.

At this moment, he smiled and said, "Quickly take the handle and take the kettle away." ”

I walked over and lifted the kettle from the stove and saw that he had the iron pot sitting on the stove.

The pot was black and oily, and I don't know what kind of meat it was, and there were some gray things that had just come out of the pot, as if they were some kind of mushrooms.

The old donkey put the pot on the seat, rubbed his hands, and said to us with a smile:

said this on his lips, but in his heart he was extremely suspicious.

"You two are in a hurry, this time you have a mouthful."

I smiled and nodded.

To be honest, this cauldron doesn't look very good, but the flavor it exudes is particularly attractive.

"How can it!" The blind man said a word, but the hand holding the chopsticks still hesitated, took a piece of meat from the pot and blew it, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it.

Especially on a stove, those gray mushrooms boiled, not to mention how fragrant they were.

I couldn't help but take a sip.

Looking at the blind man again, staring at the contents of the pot, he frowned slightly.

Ye Langzhong came in from outside, carrying a bamboo basket in his left hand and a large plastic bucket in his right hand.

When I saw his right hand, I couldn't help but puff my teeth.

How did I forget this stubble......

That time in Liantang Town, in order to lure the ghost catfish out of the inverted tank, Ye Langzhong did not hesitate to bite off a finger and draw a talisman in the palm of my hand.

The thumbs of these two people are also shortened, and I can't confirm the person in the photo, but I have carefully looked at Lao He's hand, and his thumb has no signs of injury, as if he was born with a short thumb.

When I saw him 'come back from the dead' before, my brain kept twisting, but I didn't expect this.

"Come, taste my own wine." Ye Langzhong said with a smile.

As he placed the barrel on the table, I could see his outstretched right hand.

The index finger of his right hand was indeed shortened.

But when I saw his fingers clearly, the doubts in my heart were not only lessened, but deepened.

I remember that he had bitten off the tip of his finger, and his teeth could only bite off the finger if he bit it from the joint.

But now I see that the index finger of his right hand has grown nails, and the fingers are still three-segmented.

It's like a whole finger, never hurt, but it's just a little shorter.

How so?

This situation does not make medical sense in any way.

I don't know why, I suddenly remembered Lao He, and the person in the middle of the photo.

The thumbs of these two people are also shortened, and I can't confirm the person in the photo, but I have carefully looked at Lao He's hand, and his thumb has no signs of injury, as if he was born with a short thumb.

Thinking of Lao He, I can't help but think of that wrench again.

Why is the wrench missing......

"Sit down and eat something hot."

As soon as Norou beckoned us, he took out a few bowls from the basket and placed them on the table, unscrewed the lid of the plastic bucket, and poured four bowls of wine.

I'm not a voracious drinker, but as soon as the wine is poured out, it immediately overflows with the aroma of the wine and mixes with the aroma of the meat in the pot, and I can't help but move my index fingers.

The four of them sat down around the stove, and the old donkey was not humble, took a big sip of the wine bowl, picked up the chopsticks and fished out a large piece of black meat from the pot and couldn't wait to put it into his mouth.

The meat had just been scooped up from the pot, it was very hot, he was inhaled by the scalding, but his mouth was full of oil, as if he had never eaten meat in his life, for fear that others would rob him.

"How can it!" The blind man said a word, but the hand holding the chopsticks still hesitated, took a piece of meat from the pot and blew it, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it.

I hurriedly took a piece of mushroom from the pot and stuffed it into my mouth, but I heard the blind man cough twice in a hurry, as if he wanted to remind me of something.

Ye Langzhong glanced at him with disdain, pointed at the meat in the pot with chopsticks and said, "This guy must be at least a hundred years old." ”

Ye Lang took a piece of mushroom and put it in his mouth, pointed to the pot with his chopsticks, and said to me and the blind man:

I smiled and nodded.

"Hehe, you old thing, you live to be a dog at such an old age. If it was really simmered for fifty or sixty years, it wouldn't be meat sauce anymore? ”

Ye Langzhong came in from outside, carrying a bamboo basket in his left hand and a large plastic bucket in his right hand.

The thumbs of these two people are also shortened, and I can't confirm the person in the photo, but I have carefully looked at Lao He's hand, and his thumb has no signs of injury, as if he was born with a short thumb.

I felt that I had never eaten such delicious meat, so I couldn't help but ask Ye Langzhong, "Sir, what kind of meat is this?" ”

The key is that I tossed for most of the night last night, and I ate early at noon, and the Five Organs Temple was already cooing at this time.

I picked up the bowl and took a sip of wine, and a hot spicy breath penetrated from my throat and into my stomach, and I immediately sweated.

Ye Langzhong smiled, "Wild boar, I just hunted it from the mountains last week, and it has been stewed for three days and three nights." ”

I ate wild boar meat once at Sun Lu's house, but it doesn't taste like this, and the key is that it can't be stewed for three days and three nights with any meat, so it's not completely melted.

Looking at his familiar smile, I couldn't help but laugh, "The old gentleman is joking, this is not like wild boar." ”

I thought about it in my heart, but I couldn't stop it in my mouth.

The old donkey also laughed and said, "This is a wild boar, but it is a year old." Lao Yin, this wild boar has been fifty or sixty years old, right? ”

I wanted to laugh, to say that no wild boar can live to be a hundred years old. But looking at the old donkey's surprised look, he swallowed back the words that came to his mouth.

But if it's really like what Yelang said, this wild boar has lived for more than a hundred years, then it is not a sperm?

"That's it in the country, don't be dirty."

When the meat is delivered to the mouth, the fat melts in the mouth, and the thin one is very bitten, but it is not firewood at all.

I originally thought that this wild man was evil, and he didn't want to eat and drink, but it can be seen that the old donkey ate meat and drank wine, and the blind man also ate it, so he ate unceremoniously.

The two old men are more than 100 years old, so why would they play such a joke with us?

But now I want to spit out the mushrooms, but I can't, and the fat mushrooms that look thick melt in the same mouth as rotten fat......