Brewmaster

There was a scream.

The man fell outside the alley, and the rain on the ground mixed with muddy water splashed all over him. The man didn't care, his eyes were still fixed on the scene in the alley, and then moved away suddenly.

People nearby who heard the noise ran out, and also saw several dead men lying in the alley, with black blood coagulated in the dug-up abdomen.

"It's really... a crime."

Someone lifted up the man who was so frightened that he sat on the ground, and he was still babbling.

"That lunatic is still alive."

The man who was frightened still seemed to be in shock, but the reaction was not that great.

"What a lunatic..."

"Now we have to deal with this group of people again."

"But it's fine if this guy is dead, maybe I have to thank that old lunatic."

"Thank him? Maybe he will find someone next time."

……

During this discussion, the people in the city seemed to have been accustomed to this matter for a long time, and even knew who the murderer was, but no one was filled with righteous indignation and said that they would find out the murderer.

Regardless of whether the dead were thieves or not, this reaction was really strange.

The people in the city talked about it, and spontaneously carried those corpses away, rolled up a straw mat and threw them into the mass grave, which was considered a good deed for themselves.

No one went to report to the officials, because past experience told them that even the formidable official lord could not solve this matter.People in the whole city were so familiar with it that they were dumbfounded.

Anyway, that old lunatic didn't find him, didn't he?

After the person was carried away, the remaining traces were washed away by the rain, as if nothing had happened.

The crowd gradually dispersed, each doing his own thing.The proprietress, who was standing behind the crowd, saw the alley, she raised her eyebrows, thinking of something, the proprietress frowned, and her hands on her hips seemed to be pierced into her flesh.

The death of the thief still aroused rumors in the city, even if Huarong and Shi Mu didn't want to, they could hear a few words from the discussions in the city, and after hearing a lot, they could piece together the so-called cause and effect——

When Huanbo City was not called Huanbo, it was said in the city that Huanbo was referring to the most powerful brewer, and the Jinbo wine brewed by that person seemed to really make people see gold. Rippling in the wine waves, people will indulge in it unconsciously, unable to extricate themselves.

Just take a sip, and when you feel drunk and don't know why, the taste will be even more wonderful.

In a trance, I don't know what day and night, when I feel lost, I just feel that I am waking up and taking control of the world, and it is no problem to be drunk and lying on the knees of beautiful women.

So Huanbo's wine became famous immediately, and even the city became his name.

Boundless, almost sad and helpless, Huan Bo is happy in a white day.

exactly.

I just don't know from which day, people who drink wine can no longer appreciate that wonderful taste, and the wave of wine that was originally thought to make people see mountains of gold and silver has also become mediocre.After a while, the drinker even found the wine disgusting.

Afterwards, I don't know which day, Uncle Huan went crazy.

With a slack expression, he said these words in a fluttering manner, vaguely hearing him repeating "gold" over and over again.

No one dared to listen too much, just because the words seemed to have a demonic quality, and those who listened inattentively would fall into it.

If it is said that Uncle Huan went crazy because of alcohol, I'm afraid it's not the case, but the real reason is also unknown.

Nobody paid any attention to him, and Uncle Huan has since disappeared.

The most glorious days of Huanbo City are also slowly fading with the passage of time.

Until——a corpse that cut open its own chest and abdomen was found.

The small wine jar was dumped beside the corpse, and the unclean mud on the mouth of the wine jar gave the townspeople a sense of horrific tremor.

It was Huanbo's unique sealing clay, dazzling as if mixed with gold leaf.

There was still ecstasy on the dead man's stiff face, and it was indescribably ferocious. It was hard to imagine what he saw before he died.

That expression has been a nightmare for the people in the city for some time.

People reported to the officials, and the furious prefect was determined to investigate the matter thoroughly, but a few days later, the person handling the case was also found collapsed in the same posture in a corner of the city.

After repeating this several times, no one dared to pick up this hot potato, and the matter was left alone.

The prefect pretended to be deaf and dumb, and the common people became numb after frequent encounters.Only the dead people found in the streets and alleys from time to time can give people a little reminder-there is still a murderous lunatic living in this city.

Like this time.

"Uncle Huan was already quite old when he became famous. It's good enough to be able to walk after all these years. I didn't expect this old guy to kill people."

Shi Mu said after returning to the room after hearing the sevens and eights from the people in the city.

"He killed people with wine," Hua Rong shook her head, and continued, "It doesn't require much force. It's just that I don't know how he made people drink the wine, and what's weird about it."

"That's what I said..." Shi Mu paused, "I always feel that in this situation, alcohol is not the most important thing. He used... like a witchcraft."

Shi Mu circled around the room, as if he couldn't figure out something, he fell on the bed again and said, "But the art of witchcraft should have been lost long ago, where did this old man get it from?"

"The Dao is fifty, the sky is fourty-nine, and the rest is a variable. Everything has a chance of survival, and it is not surprising that this vitality falls above the Witch Gu. Maybe Uncle Huan is the heir of the Witch Gu."

Huarong didn't care.

After hearing this, Shi Mu suddenly figured it out: "It's called Tian Yan Si Nine, but it's just a symbolic bit of inheritance. Just like Uncle Huan, the witches and Gus are almost dead. The witchcraft is evil. Quite a lot, the Dao of Heaven can see it, and it is not easy to bully." Shi Mu curled his hair, "Then Uncle Huan, maybe it was because of the Gu that he drove himself crazy."

Shi Mu made two "tsk tsk", as if he was quite emotional.

"So you're very interested in this matter?" Huarong raised her eyebrows.

"You can see all of this," Shi Mu pretended to be surprised, "Would you like to see together what those people looked like before they died."

Before he got an answer, Shi Mu had already started casting spells.

"it is good."

Huarong replied a little later before exiting.

Shi Mu was afraid that Huarong would not reject him because he had already figured it out.

"Sit down."

Shi Mu patted the seat beside the bed, Huarong sat next to Shi Mu according to his words, the water mirror floated in front of the two of them, it was pitch black, and there was a sound of footsteps...

……

After seeing how those thieves died, Shi Mu still regretted it.

I don't know what Uncle Huan was thinking, but he let those people see some phantoms of the Qin Lou Chu Pavilion, which made a few thieves humming obscene words and bad songs excitedly before they died.That picture is really unsightly.

The thieves drank a lot of Uncle Huan's wine on the spur of the moment. It just so happened that that lunatic of Uncle Huan put a lot of gold leaf in the wine. He would cut open his abdomen, trying to pull out the gold leaf with his hands.

It's a pity that the person died not long after, and piles of gold leaf accumulated in the stomach and could no longer flow out.

The picture in the water mirror is not over yet.

Uncle Huan, who had been hiding in the darkness after the spell was cast, came out again, threw the jug in his hand on the ground, tore some pieces of cloth from the thieves' clothes, wrapped them around the handles of oiled paper lanterns as if to keep them as souvenirs, and lit them. The flickering candlelight, I watched it in a good mood before leaving the alley with slow steps.

"Have you noticed?" Shi Mu asked suddenly and without end.

"what."

Hua Rong knew what Shi Mu was asking, after all he also had the same question.

"On that lantern..."

The two spoke in unison.

The author has something to say:

code word in the middle of the night is gloomy

I feel like I have to watch a few jokes before I can sleep well_(:з」∠)_

Forced to split a chapter for suspense

Guess what's on the lantern

Who is it related to~

No prize quiz o(*////▽////*)q