Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

People in this world have their own ways of being rich, but they are probably the same.

For example, the four walls of family disciples.

For example, lack of food.

For example, after their daughter-in-law gives birth, she drinks chicken soup and eats chicken, so your family can only cook a bowl of gruel.

Many thanks to send away the midwife.

Wang Po happily held her newborn grandson and sat down on the corridor, as if holding a rare treasure.

Look at this crumpled little face, much like her dead old man; look at this little nose and small eyes, much like her son who has not returned home.

"My ancestors bless you."

"There is a post! There is a post!"

The joy on her face could hardly be restrained.

"The'qiuzi talisman' obtained from the real person Shui Jing is really useful."

"When the old hen lays an egg tomorrow, there will be ten chickens in the house. I went to the market to exchange the copper coins, and then I went to the scent to make a wish."

She thought so much, and leaped with joy.

However.

This joy was interrupted in a blink of an eye.

"Mother-in-law."

In the hut next to her, the daughter-in-law who had just given birth called out in a timid voice.

Wang Po's old face tensed immediately, and said impatiently.

"Why?"

"I'm hungry."

"Didn't you just ate a bowl of porridge?"

"Hungry to heartburn."

If she left it as usual and her daughter-in-law was so "not sensible", she would have been beaten and scolded a long time ago.

But today, for the sake of her daughter-in-law who had just given birth, she was still muttering, scraping the bottom of the pot, filling half a bowl of porridge and bringing it into the room.

However, not for a while.

"Mother-in-law."

"What's wrong?"

"Still hungry."

"The porridge is gone."

"I'm so hungry."

Wang Po was so angry that she cursed, but in the face of her good grandson, she still took out half of the pancake leftover yesterday.

She thought to herself: Can you always gag this time? !

However.

"Mother-in-law, I'm still hungry..."

"No! No! The porridge is finished, and the pancakes are finished."

This time, no matter how hungry the daughter-in-law shouted, or begged, the Wang Po just gritted her teeth.

She can see it.

This cheap maid obviously relied on giving birth to a child, so he wanted to be greedy!

as predicted.

After a while, there were no shouts of hunger in the house. However, the baby in his arms yelled, "hungry".

Wang's wife hurriedly took the child to breastfeed.

But as soon as I pushed the door in, I was surprised to find that my skinny daughter-in-law was lying on the log supporting the wall, and she didn't know what she was doing. She just made a "crunchy" sound like a rat grinds her teeth.

Maybe I heard the cry of the child.

The daughter-in-law turned her face slowly and grinned, revealing a bald piece of bark and red teeth on the wood.

This situation and situation.

Wang Po took a sip.

"Who are you frightening?!"

She stepped over in three or two steps and carefully handed the child into the arms of her daughter-in-law.

"My grandson is hungry, so I can breastfeed now."

The daughter-in-law lowered her eyebrows and replied, licked the blood from her teeth with her tongue, swallowed her belly with saliva, then lifted her clothes, revealing her shriveled breasts.

The baby suddenly stopped crying, fumbled up instinctively, and started sucking.

Wang Po nodded in satisfaction, then asked her daughter-in-law a few more words, and went on busy.

Ever since.

Only the panicking mother and the baby sucking breast milk were left in the room.

Gradually.

I don't know when it started.

She looked at the child motionlessly, staring at the child without blinking.

This is my baby?

It looks so soft and immature.

The small toe heads are freshly peeled broad beans.

The short hands and feet look like brittle lotus roots.

The swollen belly looks like freshly steamed rice cakes.

Shui Yingying's eyes are like lychees without shells.

"Gulong."

Her throat rolled.

…………

The moon rises at sunset.

Wang Po got up in the middle of the night in a daze.

As soon as I got out of the room, I was abruptly, and from the corner of my eye I saw a red patch flashing away on the wall.

She was taken aback, and she turned her head to look around in a hurry.

But where is the red shadow? Only one side of the yellow halo, thorny Gouyue hangs on the wall.

She breathed a sigh of relief and secretly said to herself that she was suspicious, but after such interruptions, her sleepiness was also gone.

At this time.

She only discovered that at night there was fog, which was silting up in the yard, like smoke and water.

Wang Po didn't care, she just stepped in, with one foot deep and one foot shallow, dripping mist towards the latrine.

Also at this time.

"Crunch, crunch."

"This dead material! I'm making trouble again!"

She immediately thought it was her daughter-in-law who had sprouted and was eating the bark again, but in a blink of an eye, she saw that the door of her daughter-in-law's room was ajar.

The night breeze came in and shook the door of the room.

"Crunch, crunch."

This voice finally changed her memory, remembering the horrible legend that was circulating in the streets.

Oops!

Grandson is still inside!

Later.

The misty night was dissipated with a cry.

…………

"This sword is two feet and seven inches long and weighs one catty eight taels. It is made into steel by a hundred, and it is quenched as the front. In the fall of Tianbao's fourth year, I fight to kill Langya Liu with a knife on the bank of the river, and then get it."

The ranger is in front of the sword, the frosty blade is like snow, and the autumn is shining.

It is indeed a good knife!

At this moment.

Indifferent people, sharp knives, no need to say too much, they have their own air of killing.

certainly.

The premise is that this place is not a crowded market.

The audience's eyes were not like watching a monkey show.

The person opposite is not an eight or nine-year-old girl.

The next sentence in the mouth shouldn't be:

"Only five taels of silver."

As soon as this was said, it seemed as if a cross talk had come to a wonderful point, shaking off the baggage and causing people around to laugh.

If it weren't for the knife in the ranger's hand, I'm afraid some ugly words would have to get out.

In the crowd, an old master smiled, shook his head, and said to the ranger:

"You are confused when you are born."

"Where can a little girl get 5 taels of silver to buy your things?"

"Besides this Qingping Shidao, who would spend such a big price just to make a useless iron bump and put it in the home as a decoration?"

Onlookers who had laughed enough responded one after another.

But the two in the middle of the crowd turned a deaf ear.

The little girl just stared at the knife in the ranger's hand, and the ranger waited indifferently for the little girl to pull out a sum of money that she couldn't get out.

Until the boss of the didian heard the news, he rushed back to the store, grabbing the little girl's ears, and did not forget to spit on her mouth before leaving.

Of course, this attracted the onlookers' joy for a while.

The Ranger shook his head slightly.

"I don't know the goods."

With that said, he took his knife and returned it to its scabbard, stood there motionless, and only cast his gaze on the two-story attic next to it, which is also the most famous restaurant in the city. There is a weird famous hall called "Li'erlou." .

…………

When the excitement was gone, the crowd dispersed, leaving only a Taoist with short hair.

This man is naturally Li Chang'an, and the ranger is not someone else, but one of the "righteous men" in the yamen-the ranger Zhang Yi.

Li Changan got up early today, worshiped his ancestor, gave a morning class, sacrificed sword embryo and Thor, and went to explore the city again.

When it was close to noon, there was still nothing.

When I was returning to the Didian for dinner, I saw such a serious and funny appearance at the gate.

To be honest, Taoist priests just saw it clearly in the crowd.

Zhang Yi's knives are exquisite in materials and well crafted. They are good weapons, and five taels of silver are really cheap.

I just don’t know why I picked such a place, I picked such a buyer, and ended up performing such a funny show.

But it's also a coincidence.

The Taoist priest was trying to find a few of them and call for clues.

...

After a while.

In the raccoon building.

Li Chang'an and Zhang Yi sat opposite each other, separated by a table of sumptuous food and wine.

The food was ordered by Zhang Yi, but Li Changan paid for the food.

Earlier, the Taoist priest stepped forward to invite the ranger to have a drink, and was worried that the other party would refuse for the sake of face. Who knew that he agreed on the spot.

Into the restaurant.

It's just a sentence: I owe you once.

He unceremoniously ordered a table of wine and dishes.

Right now, he was throwing off his arms and eating Hesai.

This person is also a bit interesting, even if he eats like a starving ghost reborn, his face still maintains that cold "master face".

On the other hand, Taoist priests are out of reach.

Three or two cups of yellow soup on the stomach.

Even if the body is drunk but not drunk, it is crooked and dissipated.

People are in the busy city, holding a wine glass, but their minds have already flown beyond the clouds.

Just suddenly.

The Taoist suddenly noticed that the surroundings had calmed down, so the ranger with the table also stopped, straightened out his beard, and sat down tightly and looked into the depths of the restaurant.

Looking around, the diners are all like this. The drunkard who was previously drunk and unconscious at the next table also spit out alcohol and widened his eyes.

Li Changan was inexplicable, so he heard the ranger suppressed and excited, and whispered:

"coming!"

"what?"

The Taoist priest didn't wait to answer, but saw Xiaoer Dian standing in the lobby, with his hands folded to his mouth, his voice seemed to be singing a big show, and he whispered.

He called upstairs:

"San Niangzi."