The people of that year's festival were really poor, and in a dry place, a few loads of water could be eaten by the guys. And in the realm of Jinling, although everyone can still eat, but they are not happy, such as this sea bowl, there may not be a few in the family, the guy who counts as eating took the bamboo Tuer flag and knocked it all over on the ground, and immediately someone was annoyed, stood up and looked directly, and angrily scolded this guy in the old shadow green shirt and robe, there is a bad temper mountain guy. Just stepped forward and shoved.

Count as food? Hmph, he is also encountering a good day, if he puts aside the first two years, he will definitely be counted in the criticism task, and he will be escorted directly to the township, standing on the stage, and wearing a pointed hat. The head was broken and bleeding.

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

The crowd was surging and the gentleman with three flowing green beards shouted nonchalantly: "The old man is supporting your food, and you really don't want to be bad." Even scolded me for looking? He was surrounded by four or five people, and he retreated again and again, and when he glanced at us, he squeezed to us before he was beaten, pulled my sleeve and said: "Brother Shan, you want to judge and judge, where in the world is there such an unreasonable person, who speaks ill of his benefactor, it is really too desperate......

I was dragged by this poor sour man, 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. However, some people were 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 on the bottom of 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! This sin smell is comparable to killing people for the peasants, and at the moment when they are worried about chewing their heads every day, everyone's feelings are looking up again. His eyes were full of anger, and he stared at this Mr. Eater.

Only then did I have to look at this man, but I saw that he was wearing a neat green shirt and robe, carrying a flag and baggage for divination, wearing circled glasses, three green beards, fairy wind bones, not too old but not very old, and he looked like 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 looked at it from a distance, and it snowed for ten miles, and I smelled a strong fishy smell, 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 very fierce and strange meat, even people dare to eat it—you fools, you fools, you only smell the incense, but you don't know that the more delicate the poppy, the more poisonous the fruit, the more fancy the mushroom, and the faster the eater will die......

This person is making a big fuss, and the old branch secretary who has been holding this fish banquet for a long time is gone, and he also forgot about going to find his son, squeezed to the front to look, and pointed at this Mr. Eat and shouted: "Where to look at the guys, pretending to be gods, they all think that we countrymen are easy to bully, right?" What boils human flesh? There is fish boiling in this pot, and I have taken care of it all the time, and you can't find anything else to look at except for the fish--as for the ferocity, haha, old man, I just ate meat and drank soup, you see me now, what's wrong? ”

He patted his chest and shouted loudly, and Mr. Na Eat 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 how he moved, but his body suddenly moved to the Eight Immortals table next to the cauldron to look at it, and then he took the spoon from the hand of Lin Jie, the mountain man in charge of distribution, and stirred it vigorously in the pot, and his brows became more and more furrowed. When the 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 Huazi, maybe he is looking to grab food!" ”

In the midst of the commotion, Mr. Na Shui suddenly kicked out and kicked the pot on top of the earthen stove directly to the ground.

Boom -

The pot was unstable, this kick kicked upright, the whole stove collapsed, the huge iron pot fell to the side, maybe it hit a big stone, made a loud noise, half of the pot wall was smashed, and there was a thick white soup splashed out of the stove immediately, and the flame under the stove in that moment, it actually rose up, jumped out of two or three meters, and almost burned to the brow of Mr. Eat.

When I saw the iron pot toppled aside, and a large piece of snow-white fish and soup spilled into the mud, not to mention the villagers, I thought that Mr. Eat was not looking to make trouble. I saw that the more than 20 villagers gathered in front of me stood up in an instant, cursing something, and rushed towards this gentleman. The scene was in chaos again, and although I felt that Mr. Eat was indeed underbeaten, I thought that I must not let him be beaten to death by the villagers, so I rushed forward and prepared to stop everyone.

This is to stand in front of the mouth of the huge cauldron, because of the angle, I need to go around this piece of soup and water to reach the front of Mr. Count, but I rushed, I felt that I stepped on something, and when I looked down, it was a finger. Clamp Pond Cai.

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

Then the villagers who rushed forward to look forward and were about to beat Mr. Eat suddenly stopped, and the crowd showed a deathly calm at that moment, everyone showed extremely frightened expressions, and some people squatted down and began to vomit, wah, wow, wow, as if they wanted to vomit their stomachs. My heart moved, and I rushed to look at the huge cauldron in three or two steps, and glanced into the huge cauldron, but saw that under the pot, there was a corpse that had been boiled to maturity, because it had been boiled for too long, and the whole face had become blurred, red, the eyeballs fell out of the sockets, and the hair was boiled into a pile, and the person seemed to have swelled, stained with that strange and fragrant smell, and there was a strong desire to vomit.

But my first instinct suddenly came to mind - could it be that this corpse huddled 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 the teacher still cooked 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 the people who watched this miserable situation couldn't help but have sour water coming out of their stomachs, and as for those who thought they had drunk the fish soup, they lay directly on the ground, and they couldn't vomit their stomachs directly. Dead people, another case of people eating, Liu Gongan and others immediately like chicken blood, beckoning the people around them to help open the pot, the whole person out of hope, they also eat so that everyone is not allowed to leave, when the time comes, they will check, one by one, to see who is so vicious, actually boiled people to death.

Shen Zhong knew that he had met a master, so he immediately stepped forward, shook hands with Mr. Count, and clarified our identity, and Mr. Count Eat 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 look at it, because I have a brother from the same door, he is called Huang Yangshen, I heard that he died here, I will look at it, deal with the aftermath, and find out the reason by the way, so as to give an explanation to his family." ”

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, the carp is a hundred stools, and the catfish is even more vicious, after becoming a sperm, it can swallow people's souls, strengthen the body, and can secrete a psychedelic gland, disturbing people's will, even if it is dead, the smell is very smelly, under the influence of this gland, it is also fragrant, so that the villagers are blinded, not to mention a big living person, it is a group, I'm afraid that I will turn a blind eye. ”

This year, 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 soul possessed, and it is clear that this giant catfish's ability to confuse people is really powerful, not to mention ordinary villagers, even if it is from 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: "Oh my God, my son ......" R832