Infinite Script Killing

Facts have proved that the master's wife has a good appetite and does not need ketchup. After a few mouthfuls, the ghost's head was eaten until only an empty shell was left.

He took out a piece of silk from his sleeve, folded a triangle in his hand and gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. While wiping, he looked at Xu Tong and the kitchen knife in his hand.

"You don't really think that this little bastard can do anything to me." The master's wife covered her mouth and chuckled.

"No, no, Master's wife has great magical powers and boundless magic power. It's unnecessary for my disciple to worry."

Xu Tong had a bright smile on his face, and he just needed to write the words "obedient and obedient" on his face. He glanced at Gui Cha's body, only to see that the body turned into a puff of smoke and gradually dispersed in front of him.

The master's wife flicked her long sleeves and immediately gathered the green smoke into a ball, turned it into a blue glass bead, and threw it to him.

There was a sneaky sneer in his mouth and he said: "This Gui Cha has a hundred years of Taoism at least. It is just when he is about to transform into a ghost leader. It is his fate that I eat him. This Ming Yuan is a good thing. It is a gift to you." A greeting gift from my wife."

The mistress's airy tone always made him feel like a water town in the south of the Yangtze River. However, the mistress's tall physique, broad shoulders and round hips were obviously the characteristics of northern women.

When I took the so-called Ming Yuan and took a look, I saw that it was ice cold in my hand. The feeling of holding it in my hand was like putting an old popsicle in my mouth, and my whole body felt cold and refreshing.

“Master Wife, how do you use this thing??”

Because he couldn't call up the props book at this moment, he could only ask the teacher's wife beside him for advice.

"Put it under your pillow every day when you sleep. It nourishes your soul and stabilizes your soul. It is the best choice. Pack it in a cloth bag when you go home. Remember not to show it off, otherwise you will get into trouble and I can't protect you."

The master's wife crossed her legs and warned her again and again. After all, Ming Yuan was not visible to the public. If Xu Tong hadn't arrived suddenly today, she would not have given it to him rashly.

Xu Tong put Ming Yuan away, rolled his eyes, and asked tentatively: "Master, you still love me, but if we kill Guizha, there won't be any problem, right?"

From the previous conversation between the two, he heard clearly that this ghost messenger had come here not only once but twice, and he had not taken away the master's soul several times.

The master's wife just started killing him today. If it was said that it was just because this guy was greedy for the beauty of the master's wife, then he wouldn't believe it.

"Hmph, as long as no one goes back to report the information, even the Tenth Palace Lord Yama will not be able to find out what the ghost is."

As the master's wife said this swornly, she heard a sound coming from outside the door. Xu Tong opened the door a crack and took a look outside.

I saw a large pot set up in the yard at some point, and in the pot was gurgling hot oil that was bubbling.

Looking again, the two children were holding a hemp rope and pulling five drunken imps out of the house.

These little devils loved to eat eggs, so the mistress deliberately stuffed the eggs into the wine bottle. The little devils were so greedy that they couldn't wait to eat the eggs, so they drank heavily until they drank all the wine.

As a result, the egg was not eaten, and he was already drunk. Two dolls held the rope, pulled it out like a gourd, and pushed it into the oil pan, turning it into a fried ghost in a daze.

The little ghost was fried in oil, like melted dough. The two children took it out, kneaded it into a ball, put it in the mouth and ate it. The sticky texture was the same as eating glutinous rice cake.

Good guy, Xu Tong's heart skipped a beat, this master's wife is not a good person, and these two children are not good either.

His master said that his wife’s family had been married to his family since they were young, but his family was just an ordinary family. Now it seems that they are an ordinary family. This is simply the underworld version of Sun Erniang from Shuibo Liangshan.

With the addition of these two dolls, if I want to be normal, I am the most normal one.

At this time, there was a rooster crow outside.

It's strange to say that although most of the houses in the old city are built by one's own family and have houses and courtyards, I have lived here for so long and I have never heard of anyone raising a rooster.

Just as he was thinking about it, he heard the master's wife say: "The time is almost here, go to bed and rest quickly. Don't tell your master what happened tonight."

The master's wife stood up and walked out, and walked to Xu Tong's side. She hesitated for a moment, and couldn't help but stop moving forward, as if she was troubled by something. It wasn't until a moment later that she said: "Your master has not been in good health recently. You have to be my disciple." Be careful, external application alone may not be enough, you may need to find some internal medicine."

As soon as the master's wife said this, she walked out of the door without waiting for Xu Tong's reaction.

He thought about it carefully and suddenly realized: "So that's what it means!"

He was lying on the bed in a daze. He didn't know what time it was. When he opened his eyes, the sky outside was already misty and bright.

Looking at the bright sunshine and blue sky and white clouds outside the door, Xu Tong raised his eyebrows and opened his hand to see that the Ming Yuan given to him by his wife was actually in his hand. It seemed to remind him that everything last night was not his fault. dream.

Seeing this, he casually threw the thing into the prop book, and soon the entry for the thing appeared in front of him.

【Mingyuan】

The ghost soul is granted power and is a messenger from the underworld. Although it is not subject to the incense of the human world, it is nourished by the yin virtues. After hundreds of years, it will finally be transformed into vitality, and it will be condensed into the underworld.

The holder's mental power continues to improve, which has an excellent nourishing effect on the soul and spirit.

(Note: Ming Yuan is a forbidden object in the underworld. Once discovered, it will be reported to the underworld. At that time, the bull-headed and horse-faced black and white faces will definitely come to investigate.)

This thing is just as the master's wife said, it is definitely a good thing. Xu Tong thought about it and simply threw it into his prop book without fear of losing it.

Just as I was thinking about it, I heard Mr. Song's voice coming from the house: "Oh, isn't this a waste of time!"

Xu Tong hurriedly walked into the room. When he raised his head, he first looked at the teacher's wife sitting on the chair.

At this moment, I saw the mistress, sitting on the chair as usual, with a subtle expression. She looked like a living person.

If he hadn't experienced what happened last night, he might not have cared about it, but after what happened last night, when he looked at this mistress now, he couldn't help but start to murmur in his heart.

"Oh, why didn't you call me? Look at the dishes on this table. I haven't even touched my chopsticks yet. The food I put on this night is already smelly."

At this time, Mr. Song shouted to him. He saw Mr. Song holding the chopsticks and fidgeting with the food a few times. He reluctantly tried to pick up a chopstick, but when he reached his mouth, a sour taste hit him and he could only put it away. The chopsticks were thrown back on the table.

Xu Tong came over and took a look. The table of food in front of him had only been here for one night, but at this moment, it already had a rancid smell.

It's not that the food is bad. If you take a closer look, you can't tell much about the food except the smell, but it just makes you lose your appetite.

In all likelihood, it was because of those brats last night.

Xu Tong thought about it and realized what was going on. After all, people would definitely not be able to eat the food that this ghost had eaten.

Seeing Mr. Song's distressed look, he quickly comforted him: "Master, if you can't eat it, you can't eat it. It's just right. I'll pack it up and take you to a good place today."

"Good place??"

Song Laoyi curled his lips. He was a native of L City. What good place had he not been to? ? He immediately curled his lips and said with disdain: "Can you tell me a good place that I don't know about?"

"Are you familiar with the big health club?" Xu Tong's eyes widened, and he casually turned his peripheral vision in the direction of his wife.

"hehe……"

Song Long pointed at Xu Tong's head: "Boy, you know nothing. The club is all fake. When I played this trick, you didn't know where you were. You go to the club, and the trend is like sand. Dance, do you understand?"

"Sand Dance??"

Xu Tong pretended to be confused on his face, and when he squinted his eyes, he saw a cold light flashing in the gray eyes of the master's wife.

Seeing that the old man was about to tell him about his romantic anecdotes back then, Xu Tong quickly stopped Mr. Song and said, "No, no, no, it's getting late. I won't joke with you anymore. I'll take you to try three Dan mutton soup.”

There are countless soup restaurants in L City. Those with poor craftsmanship will not survive in three months, while all the streets with good ones are pointing at others to divert traffic.

There are many soup restaurants with good mutton soup, but not many that are famous. For example, Sandan, Tiexie, and Buyi mutton soup restaurants have golden names.

However, when the old man heard this, he frowned, but didn't say anything. He nodded, put on clean clothes, took Xu Tong into the car, and headed straight for Longmen Avenue.

When we got there, the old man didn't get out of the car. Instead, he asked the driver to walk about a hundred meters ahead, and the car stopped at a small intersection.

Pointing to an inconspicuous sign at the intersection, he smiled at Xu Tong and said, "Boy, today I want you to try what is called good soup."

As he said that, he led him inside. A few steps ahead, there was a tin shed with a table set up outside. Just looking at this store made people frown.

It's more of a temporary tin shed than a store. In addition, demolition is going on around the place, so if there wasn't a sign with the word "Soup" written on it at the door, one would really wonder if this is a temporary dormitory for the demolition team.

However, the old man didn't care about this at all. He took Xu Tong in and saw a boiling broth boiling in a large iron pot.

The broth is different from other restaurants. It's milky white and there's a layer of bright red fat on the surface of the soup. Just looking at it makes people itch.

The price is not expensive. The soup costs RMB 10 per person. It contains about seven or eight pieces of mutton, sprinkled with seasonings, a handful of chopped green onions, and then a ladle of boiling mutton soup is poured down. The soup stirs up the fragrance of the chopped green onions, making it immediately fragrant.

Not to mention taking a mouthful of fresh soup, Xu Tong immediately felt as if his tongue was alive. It was full of umami and sweet in the mouth. Paired with a big sesame seed cake, it was simply a great enjoyment in the world.

"Old man, how did you find such a remote place?" Xu Tong asked while eating.

I just heard the old man blowing on the soup bowl, drinking it in one sip, and pointed to Guanghua Temple not far away: "Sometimes I can't sleep, I often get up and go there to do some errands, and when I come back hungry, I just talk Have a meal.”

Xu Tong glanced in the direction of Guanghua Temple and couldn't help but wonder: "What are you doing running all the way here?"

Mr. Song chuckled and whispered two words in Xu Tong's ear: "Hit people!"