Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

"Bitch!"

"Bitch!"

"Bitch!"

The night was turbid, and a light in the room was dim.

In front of the stove.

The man's red eyes were staring, his teeth were locked, and the muscles on his cheeks were trembling, squeezing the harsh words out of his teeth time and time again.

The thick butcher knife in his hand was stained with blood and rust, repeatedly raised and cut down.

chop.

chop.

chop.

The chopping board trembled, the lights shook, and blood spattered, and minced meat and bone scraps were raised.

for a long time.

Perhaps it was the exhaustion of energy, and the madness in the man's eyes slowly diminished. He held the stove to rest for a while, then removed the lid of the cauldron next to it.

Suddenly, thick water vapor evaporates straight up, and after a while, the smoke dissipates, and you can see that the brown brine in the pot is boiling hot.

Without a word, he pushed the meat that had just been cut into the pot. As soon as the fresh flesh and blood was stirred by the boiling marinade, there was a strong smell of meat mixed with the aroma of the old marinade and rolled out of the pot, making people's throat tremble.

At this time.

"Boom, boom."

There was a knock on the door suddenly.

"Who?!"

The man's face tightened again in an instant.

Snapped.

The door was tapped.

"Han thief." The outsider laughed and cursed, "Who else will be in the middle of the night? It's me."

"Lady?!"

The man's tense expression relaxed in the blink of an eye, and frantic joy burst into his eyes. He walked a few steps towards the door, then hurriedly retracted, took off his apron, and washed away the blood stains. Then he ran to the door happily.

And behind him, in the cauldron.

As the brine rolled, a human head quietly emerged.

In the interweaving of the dim light and the steaming water vapor, one can vaguely see the appearance of a woman, with soft facial features, and the skin becomes whiter due to blood loss and boiling.

She smiled arrogantly and coquettishly in the boiling water.

At the corner of the eye, a mole was wrapped in soup, making it even more salivating.

…………

Recently.

The city of Xiaoshui is quite restless.

The government officials turned the streets and alleys all day long, went from house to house to check the appetite of the people, and quietly peddled a kind of weird pill. Rumor has it that there are monsters in the city and they are still mixed in with others, making it difficult to identify.

To push it forward for some time, this news has to set off an uproar, causing everyone to panic. But now, as soon as the Bacchus Festival is over, every family's wine shop is busy rushing to make wine, and everyone is so busy, where is the time to deal with the monsters?

What?

You said monsters want to eat people!

If you eat people, you can eat people. If you delay working hours, you can't make good wine, you can't pay your wages, and you will be hungry in the coming year, we can eat the monsters.

So, there are only some women with long tongues and wandering ghosts who have no family business still holding on to this matter, and there are many strange things coming out of the matter.

For example, a certain government officer sold ten pills to a certain family and took away three taels of silver, but the host family was agitated for a while, swallowed the pills on the spot, and became a monster. Instead, he ate the government officer first.

For another example, although a certain old man is very old but has a good health and a good appetite, his unfilial son quietly reported to the government, and immediately attracted a Taoist priest. The next day, the whole family disappeared.

For another example, a child-like monster appeared in a certain place, who loves to drill women's belly. So a bad matchmaker came up with his idea and introduced some of the loose-skinned secret doors in the city to the country guy at the price of a big girl with a yellow flower. It got drilled.

There are many such ridiculous rumors. The serious people in the city can't take a sip after listening:

This Qingping Shidao, tui!

...

"Flower Yanluo" Zhang Tong spit out an old sputum.

Unexpectedly, he landed on the vamp of a passerby on the side of the street. He didn't wait for them to get angry. He first glared a pair of strange eyes, scared the passerby's face and ran away embarrassedly.

This talent swept across the street triumphantly, and the pedestrians who were "savvy" hid their faces and avoided.

He chuckled.

It seems that even after "resting" for a few days, he still remains awe-inspiring.

Suddenly, he was in a good mood, as if the walking stick in his hand was slightly lighter.

"If you want me to say, my brothers shouldn't get involved with that stuff. Look, if you don't get a penny, I'm a lame..."

He bitterly patted the walking stick in his hand, and complained to his younger brother, Zhang Shaonan, who is hanging his arm next to him.

"You also broke your arm."

"I'm not rushing to be a dog for the official."

Zhang Shaonan casually grabbed a handful of mulberries from a street stall, and did not look at the stall owner who nodded and bowed.

"It's really a matter of monsters that has spread so widely, I heard some murmurs."

"Afraid of an egg?!" Zhang Tong took a bite, and threw a dog who could not avoid the pedestrian. "How many stories are true?"

"This time is different."

Zhang Shaonan shook her head.

A little flower girl in front of them saw them. She trembled like a quail and wanted to run away, but he hooked her finger and came close crying.

"Not only are the two Taoist priests Feng and Li involved, it is said that even Yu Zhenren of Shuiyueguan is also involved."

He picked and picked in the little girl's basket, and picked a wild flower to his ears.

"I snooped and heard some news..."

He drove the little girl away and whispered some secrets to his brother Zhang Tong.

"I think it's true."

"It doesn't matter if it's true or not."

Zhang Tong didn't care, stopped in front of a house, and smashed the door with "Dong Dong".

"The huge city of Xiaoshui, with tens of thousands of people, can I eat our brothers?"

Zhang Shaonan no longer speaks.

He only stepped back a few steps and just moved his ankles.

It didn't take long.

"Who?"

A tight questioning sounded from the door.

Zhang Tong grinned.

"Your grandpa!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Shaonan rushed up like a gust of wind, kicking on the door.

"Hey!"

The door opened.

Zhang Tong rushed in.

Inside the door, the small courtyard was empty, and only one man who fell to the ground was still in pain. He saw the brothers who had broken in, and he didn't wait to say something in a panic.

Zhang Tong rounded the walking stick and smashed his head.

The walking stick looked like wood, but it was hard and heavy, and it fell on a person like an iron rod.

The man was smashed to the ground and rolled around. Whenever he wanted to escape, he was kicked back by Zhang Shaonan, who was guarding him. The man had no choice but to curl up, begging for mercy.

But the two brothers didn't say a word, they just fought.

Until this movement caused neighbors to look at it, Zhang Tong shouted aloud:

"Gu Lao San, who sells braised pork, you are good at killing thieves, and Zhu Xing from the meat shop asked me to give you a message: When you do business in Xiaoshui, you must abide by the rules of Xiaoshui! Who borrows your courage? , Dare to use other people's pork privately?!"

While being beaten, the man took time to defend: "I didn't use other people's pork."

"It's useless?"

Zhang Tong grinned.

"The guy from the meat shop has been squatting on you for several days. You didn't enter the meat shop for half a slice of pork. The stewed pork business is very prosperous. If it weren't for his pork, it would have been someone on the road (harmony). Meat?!"

When he said this, Gu Lao San seemed to be speechless, no more excuses, or even no longer begging for mercy, just holding his head muffled and getting beaten.

Now, Zhang Tong stopped instead.

"I thought you were just a turtle egg, but I didn't think you were still a man."

"pity."

He tutted twice.

"Then Zhu Xing has a small-minded head, not only he wants to teach you, but he also smashes your guys. According to industry regulations, our brother has to do things if he takes the money!"

After all, I left Gu Lao San and went to the workshop.

Gu Lao San suddenly howled in chaos, and rushed towards Zhang Tong with his hands and feet, but unfortunately, Zhang Shaonan still kicked him over.

...

It is very common in the workshop.

Two large pots were set up on a large stove; the thick wooden chopping board next to it was soaked in brown and clothed with knife marks; next to it, there was a large rice-kei on the two benches with a few leftover stewed meat on top.

The color is shiny and the meat is attractive.

Zhang Tong couldn't help picking up a piece and stuffing it into his mouth. It was unexpectedly delicious. Not only was it not greasy, but it was faintly appetizing.

Before he knew it, he picked up another piece in his hand.

"Really good craftsmanship, it's a pity to smash it."

Although he said so, his hands were unambiguous.

Overturned the counter, smashed the seats, and smashed the dishes.

At the door, Gu Lao San's eyes were red, and he wanted to come in frantically to stop him, but was pushed against the wall by Zhang Shaonan. He watched Zhang Tong pick up his walking stick, smashed the iron pot, and broke the earthen stove. Overturned the old brine jar.

"Kang Dang."

However, Zhang Tong casually tipped a clay pot on the shelf.

The jar fell to the ground and shattered, and a lump of overcooked meat fell out, trembling and rolling off the dust.

The room suddenly fell silent.

Oldest Gu stopped yelling, Zhang Tong stopped beating and smashing, and Zhang Shaonan took a sharp breath unconsciously.

The eyes of the three of them couldn't help but draw them.

Probably because it is a Tuo Naizi.

Woman's Noko.

Cooked Noko.