It seems that this Buddha meat is really weird.

Ghost Cry thought to herself, and blew on the woodcutter.

White energy rushed out of the devil's crying mouth, and the woodcutter felt a pain in his eyes, and immediately closed his eyes.

Then, the ghost cried and slashed out, and the whole person threw himself into the forest and disappeared into the vast forest sea on the side of the road.

The woodcutter covered his eyes and rubbed them vigorously before he let go of his hand for a while.

"Hey, why did I fall on my knees? The woodcutter was a little confused, and his red eyes looked around inexplicably.

The knife of Ghost Cry has already cut off the memory of his encounter with Ghost Cry.

"Alas, my fingers!" cried out the woodcutter, whose fingers were dripping with blood, "when did my finger be scratched, what a bad luck." ”

As he spoke, he took the pole and walked briskly towards home.

The woodcutter's family lives at the foot of the mountain, surrounded by a deep mountain forest.

However, he was not afraid, not to mention that he was physically strong, and a firewood knife had the ability to fight with wild wolves, and the county itself was not simple.

In the county seat, there is Wang Sanniang, a big tiger, who calls herself a disciple, so she also consciously protects this remote county.

The big demon didn't dare to come, the little demon was driven away by Wang Sanniang's guests, and there were only some jackals and leopards left, but they wouldn't rush to people on weekdays, even if they were hungry, they gave priority to preying on other small beasts, not people, attacking people was the worst choice.

This is also the case, so that there is a living space for woodcutters.

But the facts in the world are absurd, Wang Sanniang, who has been blessed in the county seat for 400 years, has a home and can't go back, and her spirits who are called guests are actually disciples, and they are also killed, completely ignoring their merits.

is dead, and no one collects the body, which also makes Wang Sanniang extremely cold.

Putting this aside for the time being, Ghost Cry followed the woodcutter all the way to the woodcutter's house.

"You who killed a thousand knives have finally returned. A sturdy woman scolded and scolded as she greeted him and slapped the frost and snow on his body.

"How's it going, did you bring it back again?"

"Look, that's not it. ”

The woodcutter smiled, patted the cloth bag on his back, walked into the courtyard with his mother-in-law, and closed the gate.

Devil Cry left the big black horse in the woods and walked alone to the courtyard.

For the sake of safety, the courtyard wall was built very high, and there were no trees to climb around, but it couldn't stop the ghost from crying, and the ghost cried a dry land and pulled onions, and clicked twice on the wall with both feet, and then turned over.

The yard is quite large, and there is not only a melon vine shelf in front of the yard, but also a small vegetable patch, as well as several fruit trees.

Devil Cry stepped on the wall, took a few steps, and jumped onto the roof.

The roof was covered with layers of thick thatch, and a layer of snow had accumulated on the thatch.

As soon as Oni Cry stepped on it, the snow slid down and fell into the courtyard.

"You lazy, eat later, get the snow off the roof, or we'll all freeze to death if the house is crushed." The woodcutter's voice rang out, and then there was the sound of pots and pans clashing.

Ghost Cry jumped to the side of the house, there was a pen for raising animals, and there was a pit, but because it was winter, it didn't stink. The pen was empty, and I didn't know whether it was pigs, sheep or cows before, but now it's all gone, and I don't know if it was killed or frozen.

The ghost cried and glanced into the window, which was the kitchen, and the sturdy woodcutter was chopping the wriggling meat into pieces with a knife, and then sprinkled some salt and some spices, even if it was ready, and then went directly to the hall to serve it.

Devil Cry circled around and went around to the front yard.

The door of the hall was wide open, and the firewood was burning very brightly in front of the table, and a small pot was set up on it, and the pot was boiling and white smoke was rising.

The woodcutter had already taken off his outer clothes, his hat had been taken off his head, his face was red, his eyes were squinting, his fingers were tapping on the table, he was humming a song, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

The woodcutter came out with a large bowl of meat, took two smaller bowls, scooped out the soup into the small pot, put it in the bowl, put a bowl in front of one person, and then began to eat.

Ghost Cry's eyes froze, and he finally knew why the woodcutter couldn't tell what Buddha meat tasted like.

I saw that as soon as the bloody flesh entered the woodcutter's mouth, it merged with the woodcutter's tongue. The woodcutter opened his mouth to bite the meat, and bit it to pieces, and the meat wriggled and melted into his tongue little by little.

Whether he was eating meat or whether meat was eating him, I really couldn't figure it out.

But for sure, Buddha meat is not a good thing.

The woodcutter said while eating: "Mother-in-law, let's have a baby during this time!"

The woodcutter's mother-in-law frowned: "You want the life of the old lady! Don't we have a few babies? They are doing well in the county town, and when they are old, they will go to them to enjoy happiness, so what are you crazy about?"

The woodcutter smiled and said: "You don't know, Lao Zhang of the tailor's shop and her pregnant mother-in-law went to the Buddhist hall, and when they came back, they had an extra strong laborer and 300 catties of meat." ”

"Is that really the case?" the woodcutter's mother-in-law was moved.

At her age, it is very dangerous to give birth to a baby, but if you only need to be pregnant, you can safely give birth to a baby by going to the Buddhist hall, with more strong labor and 300 catties of meat, how can you not do such a good thing.

Outside, the ghost cried and felt a chill.

If you really let the Buddha in the Buddha Hall develop like this, it will really develop into a huge sin.

Think about it, as long as a couple is pregnant, go to the Buddhist hall, two people go in, three people come out, and there are 300 catties of meat, the couple goes to the Buddhist hall once a year, 10 years later, how many more people will there be in the entire county, and these people are definitely fanatical believers who have no fate, the kind that is not afraid of death.

Because, their false memories are all given for no reason.

"Who's out there!" the woodcutter suddenly shouted, turned around and picked up the firewood knife in the corner, and walked towards the door violently, his mother-in-law also noticed that something seemed to be happening, and hurriedly rushed into the kitchen, fetched the kitchen knife, and tried to help her husband with great momentum.

Then, as soon as he returned from the kitchen, he saw his man kneeling on the ground, kowtowing to another hatster.

The next moment, she saw the hatsman draw his long knife and cut off her husband's head with one sword.

Big heads rolled on the ground, and a cascade of blood flowed down the floor of the house.

The hat-bearer came over with a knife in tow, and the woodcutter's mother-in-law began to weaken her hands and feet according to her memory, and the kitchen knife in her hand fell to the ground.

Ghost Cry glanced at the woodcutter who was sitting on the ground, shook off the blood stains on the knife, grabbed the bowl of meat on the table, and poured it all into the boiling pot.

Time passed, and the headless corpse became cold, and the blood had long since congealed, glowing with cold.

The woodcutter's mother-in-law had numb hands and feet, and her eyes were terrified as she watched the ghost cry.

Ghost Cry took a big bowl and scooped out the cooked Buddha meat from the soup, threw it on the table with a snap, pointed to the bowl of Buddha meat and said to the woodcutter's mother-in-law, "Eat!"

She picked up the bowl with trembling hands and ate the meat into her mouth as the devil cried.

"Wait a minute. Ghost Cry stared at her with straight eyes: "Spit out the meat." ”

She was stunned, and then opened her mouth to spit out the meat according to her memory, but found that she couldn't spit it out.

The ghost cried and thought: Sure enough, even if this meat is cooked, it is not completely dead.

With a bang, the long knife passed through the tabletop, and the woodcutter screamed in horror.

"Shut up!" the ghost cried and gulped, and she honestly shut up.

"Open your mouth!" the ghost cried again, her mouth opening honestly.

"Look!" the ghost cried and pointed to the blade, which was like a mirror, reflecting her appearance clearly.

She looked at herself with the knife blade open its mouth, and then was horrified to find that the ripe flesh in her mouth was rapidly turning red, and her tongue seemed to be being consumed by the flesh.

What's going on?

All this exceeded her comprehension, memories began to conflict, and the brain began to become muddy.

"Look, the meat is eating you. Ghost Cry sneered: "As much meat as you eat, as much meat eats you, and that meat eats you and occupies you, so now, who are you? Is it meat or people?"