Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

You Tao is true?

Li Changan realized that this word had nothing to do with him. But fortunately, there is such a respected Taoist in Xiaoshui City.

Different from the prosperous dress in the temple of wine, Qingping, the watcher of the water and moon on weekdays, is dressed in simple clothes. If it weren't for the delicate boy behind him with a nine-segment stick in his hand, he would be an ordinary old woman who visits the door. .

The new head catcher had been greeted long ago, and respectfully invited the old female crown into the yard.

"It's all my fault that I didn't do things well enough to let your old man stick to this foul smell. It's really a sin."

"The layman's words are heavy."

True person Qingping's pale hair was scattered, and every wrinkle on his face smiled peacefully.

"Several believers of the Zhou family often worship the patriarch in my view. Now that something is going on, how can the poor Dao stand idly by?"

With that said, the old lady met the people in the court one by one, and everyone was flattered, and she arrived at Li Chang'an.

"I heard about fellow Daoists."

"Unfortunately, the old man can only do rituals and blessings, and he can't use the method of slaying demons and subduing demons. The demons in Xiaoshui City, trouble Daoist Xuanxiao bother."

"Don't dare."

Li Changan returned the gift.

"Slightly thin."

Qingping smiled and nodded, then turned around to catch her head and said:

"I know that the situation is urgent, so it's not more than narrative. Where is Zhou Jialang?"

"It's in the house."

Catching her head hurriedly bowed to lead the way, but when she got to the door, Qingping asked again:

"Zhou Langjun is in a great disaster. I will be rejected if I rashly speak. I have to talk to him for a bit of mystery first."

The head catcher leaned forward and nodded.

"Yes! Real people are thoughtful."

"Need some sandalwood."

"Get it now."

"Two more cups of tea are needed."

"I'll get it right away."

...

Catching his head and his feet bowed his head and sent Qingping into the room, he graciously closed the door, and stared at Bo Ziyu with strange eyes on his back feet.

"Forget your kid's fate."

He held his chin open and stared at a pair of nostrils.

"Recently, the night is not peaceful. Maybe there is a problem with feng shui, or which **** is not respected. The old man is worried about the people in the city and invited a real person to the government office to discuss. So when we reported the case, the real person happened to be in the government office. Otherwise. , Just how can you make a real human dignified and dignified to this sordid place?"

He sneered and stabbed Bo Tzuyu a few words, the young catcher was suffocating his anger, and not arguing with him, he seemed to have won a great victory, and he turned his gaze to the Taoist priest with pride.

But the Taoist priest just raised his eyes, and he shivered like a needle, not dare to talk nonsense.

Even if he hadn’t seen Li Chang’an’s methods with his own eyes, the ruins of the prison and the Zhou family’s corpse could not be faked... To this evil god, the new head catcher would never dare to tease him, he just hated the house and the crow and avoided it. Don't pay attention.

Taoist priests didn't bother to get angry with this slick treacherous man.

I had tossed the whole night and didn't sleep, just now I found some free time, so I found a clean ground in the corner, sat down against the wall, and slept with a sword in my arms.

…………

The wait is long.

The door was peaceful, and there was no noise outside, lest it disturb the inside.

In the yard, only Li Changan's long breath and Bo Tzuyu's anxious footsteps.

finally.

"Crunch."

The door opens.

Li Changan opened his eyes when he heard the sound, and Bo Tzuyu had already broken free from the obstacle of the head-catcher, grabbed it, and asked urgently:

"Have you recruited?"

"presumptuous!"

The head catcher, who was a step slower, hurried up and yelled at him.

Real person Qingping waved his hand.

"It's okay."

She sighed.

"Jushi Zhou's filial piety has overwhelmed benevolence, and there is no alternative to being poor."

The words fell, Bo Tzuyu's disappointment was overwhelming, but Li Changan asked.

"He didn't say anything?"

"I have said something, although it is shocking, but it has nothing to do with the whereabouts of the monster."

"Let's talk about it."

Qingping really has nothing to do, and in a casual tone, tells about the terrifying experience that happened in Zhou's family.

…………

It all started in the evening three days ago.

That day.

Suddenly, my father and young brother had an appetite.

Our whole family is very happy, because both father and younger brother have chronic illnesses of poor appetite. I asked the chef to step up the cooking process, and I ran out of rice noodles and meat dishes at home, so I went to the market to buy it again.

I still remember that my father and younger brother ate three pots of rice noodles, half a fan of lamb, five chickens, and countless other fruits and vegetables that night. At that time, although I was faintly disturbed, I didn't think much about it.

The next day is the Bacchus Festival.

Our whole family went to the night market, but my father and younger brother returned home early. Strangely, they never called out that they were hungry that night, and the family was relieved, but no one noticed that the old man who left the housekeeper was missing.

The third day.

There was a thick fog in the evening, and a lot of mud accumulated in the yard from nowhere.

In the middle of the night, my father suddenly called the family. Grandpa, mother, younger sister, second brother...Everyone gathered in the yard, but there was no younger brother alone.

I was about to ask my father, but a burst of intensive "so-so" came into my ears.

Soon.

I heard my mother scream, and the muddy sky swept it down.

...

When I regained consciousness.

My father was howling and dragging me out of the mud.

He said to me, he ate his mother, his sister, and the old servant... he was too hungry, hungry at heart, madly hungry!

I took my father and left, leaving the bodies of other people in the cesspool.

The sun came out, and he seemed to have recovered his humanity, but he began to hungry again. I quietly went out and bought him a lot of pancakes, but he just ate it and immediately vomited it up, eating and vomiting.

Finally, he told me:

If you don't want to be hungry, you have to eat people.

So I knocked out one of the people who came to collect Yexiang and changed into his clothes.

Back to the cesspool...

I don't want to hurt people.

But I can't help it, so can my father.

He is just too hungry.

…………

Until this short story is finished, the people on the court still haven't recovered for a long time.

Not because of the story itself, but because of the deeper meaning behind it. Imagine that the person closest to you suddenly turned into a monster at some point and swallowed you alive... This unprovoked crisis and horror makes people shudder.

Until Qingping apologized and left.

Only when Bo Tzuyu came back to his senses, his face changed for a long time, and finally fell down.

"There is still no clue."

"Do not."

Li Changan, who was silent for a long time, said abruptly.

"There are clues."

...

When you are more anxious about something, time seems to pass extremely quickly.

Suddenly, it was dusk.

Next to a small food shop in the west of the city, a dozen yamen crowded here, and the atmosphere between them was weird.

Li Changan turned a blind eye, and only explained to Bo Tzuyu:

"The real person said earlier that Zhou Huai had bought food for his father, and I suddenly remembered that when you caught Zhou Huai, I found a lot of food residue on him."

"It's a kind of crispy pasta dregs after deep-frying. It has a unique smell. It is a mixture of three types: mutton fat, honey, and wisteria flowers."

"I have also visited Xiaoshui City. As far as I know, such unique food."

Li Changan pointed to the food shop behind him.

"Only here is the store's signature'Jusheng Slave'."

The Taoist smiled and continued.

"Just ask, when you hide in the city with your father who has turned into a monster, will you deliberately detour to buy food when you are in a panic?"

to be honest.

The Daoist's inferences are not rigorous, but as previously said, they just make the most possible choice among countless possibilities.

Bo Tzuyu suddenly realized that he looked into the depths of the opposite alley.

The government officials had just sent inquiries everywhere, and there were people coming in and out of the houses around, only a door deep in the alley was always closed.

"Daoist."

Ai Ai approached in the new head-catcher period.

This servant had previously been issued a strict order to get rid of the monster as soon as possible. But even if he had the intention to make a contribution, his staff had no reason to be desperate, so he had to treat Li Changan with a shy face.

Li Changan didn't bother to pay attention to him, so he only asked Bo Tzuyu.

"Where is the yellow talisman?"

"On the body."

The Taoist nodded.

"go."