Monster [Quick Transmigration]

Yuxiu and Fei Xiaohong returned to the village in a ox cart in a daze. After saying goodbye to their uncle, they went back home.

As soon as Fei Xiaohong put down the big and small bags on his body, he heard Grandma Fei calling him: "Xiaohong?"

"..." Fei Xiaohong turned to look at Grandma Fei as if waking up from a dream, "Ah? Grandma, are you calling me?"

Grandma Fei came over and touched Fei Xiaohong's forehead: "What's wrong with you, I shouldn't call you for a long time."

Fei Xiaohong didn't know what was wrong with him. Ever since he stepped out of the jar shop in the town, his consciousness seemed to be covered with a layer of plastic paper. Everything he saw and listened to was separated by a layer of plastic paper. Can't really hear it.

Fortunately, Grandma Fei's voice made him struggle out of that strange state. He touched his forehead and felt the cold sweat on his hands.

"I don't know..." Fei Xiaohong said blankly, "Maybe I didn't hear it just now."

Grandma Fei looked at her grandson and frowned, but she didn't think much about it. She just told him not to run around or talk to strangers during special times.

Fei Xiaohong responded with a series of voices.

After giving instructions, Grandma Fei was about to walk away, when she caught sight of the big and small bags at Fei Xiaohong's feet, she said, "Why do you buy so many things? Where did you get the money? And this jar, our family has no shortage of jars. "

These words suddenly awakened Fei Xiaohong.

In an instant, cold sweat broke out on Fei Xiaohong's back.

Didn't he accompany Yuxiu to go shopping in the town? !

Why did he run home with Yuxiu's things? !

And Yuxiu didn't call him, the two of them followed like a demon, not only didn't say a word along the way, but also went home without saying a word after getting off the ox cart.

When were they so unfamiliar?

Speaking of it, it seems that all of this started when he saw the jar, and he and Yuxiu suddenly became strange...

By the way, what about the jar?

When Fei Xiaohong dully realized that the jar had been taken home by Yuxiu, the blood in his whole body seemed to flow backwards in an instant.

On the other side, Yuxiu is still unconscious, with a bunch of things hanging on her arms and an old jar in her arms.

Walking into the courtyard, he immediately saw Gan En standing in the middle of the courtyard facing him.

Yuxiu couldn't help but feel strange.

I don't know if it's because of his shyness, but Jiang Enlin always likes to keep a distance from him, and the best way to keep a distance is to sit on the biggest tree in the courtyard - in this way, Yuxiu can't kiss him casually.

So whenever Jiang Enlin was not helping Yuxiu with work, he would consciously hide in a tree.

This was the first time that Jiang Enlin took the initiative to get down from the tree and stood in the courtyard waiting for him.

Yuxiu was really pleasantly surprised, she was about to speak, but found that the jar in her arms was shaking slightly at some point.

Yuxiu was startled.

He reflexively wanted to throw the jar away, but his hands didn't work at all, and he still just hugged the jar.

What's even more outrageous is that he actually felt the fear of the jar and the fear of something in his house, his body turned back uncontrollably and was about to leave here with the jar in his arms.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he took two steps, he heard a clear voice behind him.

"Yuxiu."

this is not……

Isn't this the voice of Jiang Enlin?

Gan Enlin is calling him!

Yuxiu was still immersed in the surprise that Jiang Enlin spoke, when she heard Jiang Enlin's footsteps from far to near behind her.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Enlin's hand patted his shoulder lightly.

In the next second, the invisible force that imprisoned him suddenly loosened.

As if he had unloaded a two-hundred-jin pole, his tense nerves finally relaxed, and even his originally vague consciousness finally became clear.

He looked down at the jar in his arms, his delicate face was bloodless.

He thought he would throw the jar away in fear, but the fact is that after experiencing so many things, his immunity to ghosts and gods has already been greatly improved.

Not only did he not throw away the jar in a hurry, but he also asked Jiang Enlin calmly: "What are we going to do with this jar?"

Since this jar can tempt him and Fei Xiaohong to bring it back, it means that it is not an ordinary jar, so no matter where it is thrown, it may be able to find it by itself.

After all, it is easier to invite God than to give it away, so he should find a suitable way to dispose of this jar.

Yuxiu was still thinking, but Jiang Enlin had already reached out to the jar in his arms.

Now the jar didn't even hide it, and the small tremor turned into a big tremor.

Jiang En took the jar with one hand expressionlessly, making a gesture to crush the jar.

At this moment, there was a burst of crying and crying in the jar.

"My lord, please spare me!" That shrill and thin voice was very familiar, and it begged while whimpering, "My lord, this little one didn't seek money or kill anyone, and was innocent and was killed by an adulterer , my lord sees it as a superior to a young one!"

Jiang Enlin didn't seem to expect that the jar in his hand could still speak, he paused, and looked at Yuxiu puzzled.

Yuxiu also had a surprised expression on her face: "Huh? Has the jar become refined?"

The voice that was pretending to be a little pitiful just a second ago snorted coldly, and said with a little annoyance in the arrogance: "You are the master of the jar! Have you ever been to school? Have you read the book?" It is a dead thing, how to become a spirit? Come and show me a spirit!"

Yuxiu: "..."

Does even the jar know how to watch people order?

And this polite tone doesn't sound like the jars of their era.

Yuxiu raised her chin to Jiang Enlin: "Get rid of it."

Just as Jiang Enlin was about to strike, the voice in the jar began to howl again: "My lord, please forgive me, it is the little one who offends you, please show me your hand and spare the little one! Whatever the lord says, it's the jar. The little one is the essence of the pot, as long as the adults spare the little ones, the little ones are willing to be a cow and a horse for the big ones!"

Yuxiu laughed and said, "Aren't you arrogant now?"

When Yuxiu opened her mouth, Jiang Enlin's movements stopped again.

No matter how dull the thing in the jar is, he still realizes that among the two people in front of him, the weakest one is the boss. What's the use of the one who holds it no matter how powerful he is?Don't you have to obey the weakest person?

The weakest person must have some shady ability to make another person so obedient.

Then it can't provoke others even more, otherwise today will be its death day next year.

After thinking about this, when it spoke again, its voice was full of flattery and flattery: "Don't be arrogant, don't be arrogant, how dare the little ones be arrogant in front of the adults? The adults are the gods that the little ones look up to, and the little ones kneel down and worship the adults every day. It's too late, just now the little ones have eyes but don't know Mount Tai, and I hope that the adults will have a lot, and don't care about it like the little ones."

The voice in the jar seemed to be coming out of a choked throat, glib, saying one after another, making Yuxiu's skin crawl all over.

Yuxiu didn't want to make false claims with it, so she asked straight to the point: "What's your background? What did you do to me and my friends? What's your purpose?"

After the things in the jar were silent for a full minute, they smiled dryly and said, "In terms of adults, the little one is just an insignificant jar spirit."

Yuxiu: "..."

He frowned, and said to Jiang Enlin in a deep voice, "Get rid of it."

"My lord, spare my life! Just say it, little one!" the voice in the jar cried instantly.

Yuxiu put the big and small bags into the room, then pulled a small stool and sat down in front of the shivering jar.

The things in the jar quickly explained its origin and motivation clearly.

It turned out that it was not a spirit from a jar, but a wandering soul hiding in the jar.

It was a small actor performing with a theater troupe before it was alive, and it was only 16 years old when it died. At that time, an officer took a fancy to it and wanted to take it as a concubine, but the officer was so fat that he could be his father regardless of his age. So it would rather die than do it, but who knew that the officer directly sent some soldiers to take it away by force, but it couldn't get rid of it, so it simply bumped its head against the pillars in the corridor, and died like that.

After it died, it turned into a wandering spirit, and it wandered around the officer's house until it frightened the drunk officer who came back in the middle of the night, fell into the pond and drowned, and its resentment was not vented.

However, it still has not been reincarnated, but just wanders in the officer's house day after day.

It watched the officer's house decline and the house was occupied by others, and watched the house change from bustling to desolate and then slowly turned into an abandoned house under the changing times.

It has been hiding in the jar, occasionally coming out to shake after holding it for a long time.

As a result, there was a problem with the shaking a while ago-it met an old man who could see it, and the old man pulled out a mahogany sword from nowhere and stabbed at it without saying a word.

It was immediately injured by the mahogany sword, and hurriedly hid in the jar, and it took almost a month to recover a little bit of energy.

It knew that the old man had been looking for it, so it needed to find a place to hide, preferably someone took it away from that town.

It was also a coincidence that just as it made a decision on its front foot, it ran into Yuxiu and Fei Xiaohong on its back foot.

The next thing will develop in a logical way.

It was crying and talking, and the sound of it crying was all over the yard.

Yuxiu was really hurt by its crying, and he realized that there was a louder voice in this world than Fei Xiaohong's loud voice - that was Weng Niang's crying.

Oh yes, it's called Weng Niang.

Weng Niang said pitifully: "My lord, for the sake of the younger one's honesty, I should spare the younger one."

"Yes." Yuxiu said.

"Really?!" Weng Niang excitedly said, "Thank you, my lord! The little one is willing to serve the lord as a cow and a horse, and the lord will let the little one stay!"

"..." Yuxiu finally knows what it means to push her nose on her face.

But he just had a new plan, so he agreed to keep Weng Niang.

But agree to agree, he didn't treat Weng Niang as a guest, and the necessary exhortations were naturally indispensable.

"I have to clarify something first." Yuxiu said, "Since you choose to stay in my house, you have to follow my house's rules."

Weng Niang hurriedly said, "That's right."

"I will try my best to ensure your safety, but you are not allowed to expose the prototype in front of others, let alone let others know your existence."

"That's that, that's that." Weng Niang cried gratefully, "My lord is really a bodhisattva, it's a blessing that I have cultivated for hundreds of years."

Yuxiu presses her temples with a headache: "Don't cry either."

Weng Niang's crying stopped abruptly.

Yuxiu gave a few more instructions, nothing more than not being allowed to murder and set fire, not to murder for money, not to rob houses, in short, they are not allowed to do anything that violates discipline.

Weng Niang was trembling: "Then what can I do?"

Yuxiu raised the corners of her mouth and smiled like a spring breeze: "I will tell you slowly later."

Weng Niang: "..." Why does it feel like it just escaped from the wolf's den and then ran into the tiger's den?

When Fei Xiaohong hurried over, he did not forget to carry a bunch of things that Yuxiu had bought. He thought he would see some scary scenes, so he was mentally prepared, but what he saw was Yuxiu was busy in the courtyard.

For a moment, Fei Xiaohong almost couldn't tell whether the scene in front of him was illusion or reality.

It wasn't until Yuxiu called him that he pulled out of his daze.

"Yuxiu, where's that jar?" Fei Xiaohong asked anxiously, "I think there's something wrong with that jar, we have to throw it away."

Yuxiu put down the tools in her hand and pointed to the bottom of the tree: "The jar is over there."

Fei Xiaohong followed Yuxiu's gesture and turned his head to look, and he saw that dirty and old jar quietly staying under the tree.

I didn't think there was anything wrong when I looked at it before, but now I feel that there is something wrong with that jar everywhere.

Seeing Yuxiu's calm face, Fei Xiaohong became anxious like an ant on the hot pot: "Why are you not in a hurry? Didn't you find that jar strange? How could we buy that jar back? It's so dirty and so old, it can't even compare to the old jars I've had at home for more than ten years."

Speaking of this, Fei Xiaohong shivered suddenly.

A chilly feeling crawled up his back, as if someone was watching him coldly from behind him.

Fei Xiaohong's scalp exploded all at once, and the remaining words were stuck in his throat. He opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound.

Fei Xiaohong's pale complexion made Yuxiu feel distressed, but he couldn't directly tell about Weng Niang, he didn't know if Fei Xiaohong could accept so much.

After hesitating for a moment, he could only pat Fei Xiaohong on the shoulder comfortingly, and said tactfully, "That jar is spiritual, so be careful when you speak in the future, and don't judge its appearance casually."

Fei Xiaohong: "..."

Yuxiu: "In the future, try to avoid it if you have nothing to do."

Fei Xiaohong trembled: "...What's the matter?"

"Basically nothing will happen." Yuxiu glanced at the things Fei Xiaohong was holding, and changed the subject, "Go in and put the things down first, we still have some work to do later."

Fei Xiaohong felt that they didn't explain the matter about the jar at all.

What happened to being spiritual?Do you just put it at home if you have spirituality?If you have spirituality, don't you need to guard against it?

It is precisely because that jar has spirituality that they have to throw it away right away, right?

The origin of that jar is unknown, and it is so dirty and old that I don't want to be told.

I don't know what Yuxiu is thinking.

Fei Xiaohong hesitated to speak. After struggling for a while, he still chose to swallow all the questions. He said good, and ran into the house with a bunch of things.

When Fei Xiaohong came out, the work in Yuxiu's hands had already entered the finishing stage.

In fact, it is not accurate to say that Yuxiu is working, at best he is just helping out, the person who is really working should be...Jiang Enlin.

Jiang Enlin's movements were proficient and nimble, and the thin bamboo sticks seemed to fly between his fingers. After he finished finishing, he turned over the things in front of him casually.

A complete chicken coop is ready.

Fei Xiaohong: "..."

He just felt that this scene was extremely horrifying, a million times more horrifying than when Yuxiu named Jiang Enlin.

Yuxiu put the chicken coop aside and asked Jiang Enlin to weave a chicken coop. In a blink of an eye, he saw Fei Xiaohong who was standing in a daze at the door, and waved to Fei Xiaohong: "Let's go and prepare the ingredients."

Fei Xiaohong was stunned: "What ingredients?"

"Ingredients for cooking hot pot tonight." Yuxiu said, "Tonight is the New Year's Eve, have you forgotten?"

How could Fei Xiaohong forget?Tonight is also the first New Year's Eve when his parents won't come back, and there are two missing people in the house, so it's inevitable that it will be deserted.

And his grandma can only fry a few simple dishes with average taste, so there is no need to make it too grand, mainly because they don't have that much money to make it grand.

As for eating hot pot, Fei Xiaohong didn't even think about it.

"Eating hot pot? Are you talking about the kind of hot pot I want?" Fei Xiaohong asked suspiciously, "Don't you want to eat hot pot at a hot pot restaurant? You can also eat hot pot at home?"

"Of course." Yuxiu picked up the dustpan, which contained the meat and vegetables that had been prepared a long time ago, "By the way, to celebrate the power-on of my house, let's go to the mouth of the well to wash the meat and vegetables."

When they came back from washing, it happened to be evening.

The winter night came early, and it was only before seven o'clock, and the sky was getting darker and darker, and the night was about to cover the entire sky.

Although Yuxiu and Fei Xiaohong ate a few steamed buns in the town during the day, the steamed stuffed buns were not very hungry, and when they finished their work, they were already very hungry.

Yuxiu asked Fei Xiaohong to call Grandma Fei over, while he took out the newly bought induction cooker and frying pan, and began to prepare tools for cooking hot pot.

The most troublesome part of cooking hot pot is to prepare the ingredients. As long as the ingredients are ready, everything else is ready-made.

It's just that this family is so poor that it can be described as a bare house, and suddenly there are a few more electrical appliances, which seems a bit inconsistent.

But Yuxiu still felt that something was wrong, he looked around, only to find that there was still a refrigerator missing, now it was winter, the ingredients were easier to preserve, and it would be easy to break down in summer.

However, the village is far away from the town. If he is at home on vacation, he may not go to the town for ten days and a half months. Naturally, the longer the ingredients he buys, the better.

Yuxiu was planning to buy a refrigerator before summer came back, when she caught a glimpse of Jiang Enlin sitting quietly at the small table.

Jiang Enlin seemed to be very curious about hot pot, staring at the bubbling soup base without blinking, as if he wanted to see through the pan containing the soup base.

Yuxiu stared at Jiang Enlin with a smile for a while, and when Jiang Enlin noticed his gaze and turned his head, he asked, "Do you want to try it?"

Gan Enlin didn't respond.

Yuxiu knew that Jiang Enlin was digesting his words again, so he didn't wait for Jiang Enlin's answer, picked up a piece of fat beef with his chopsticks, rinsed it in clear soup, and handed it to Jiang Enlin's mouth.

"Open your mouth."

Jiang Enlin still didn't respond.

"Open your mouth." Yuxiu said, "Quick, ah—"

Jiang Enlin frowned slightly, and stepped back in resistance.

At this time, a thin voice came from beside Jiang Enlin: "Ah——"

Yuxiu: "..."

He followed the sound, and saw a beautiful face leaning over Jiang Enlin's shoulder.

That face has a pair of charming phoenix eyes, the slightly raised corners of the eyes contain all kinds of amorous feelings, the face shape is a standard oval face, and the high nose bridge adds a bit of heroism.

At this very moment, that face was trying to open its mouth wide, and slowly approached Yuxiu with the chopsticks holding the fat cow: "Ah——"

Yuxiu immediately took the fat cow back and stuffed it into her mouth in one gulp.

At the same time, Jiang Enlin grabbed the man by the neck and stared at the man expressionlessly.

That person was not a "person" in the true sense. Jiang Enlin's movement of choking its neck did not make it feel suffocated, but the fear of being dominated made it surrender without even struggling.

"My lord, please forgive me, woo woo woo..." Tears welled up in the man's eyes, running down his pale cheeks, and he begged tremblingly, "The little one hasn't done anything yet, the little one is just a little hungry, my lord, pity the little one." Yes, let the little one go."

This familiar voice, this familiar accent, one could tell that it was the wandering spirit hiding in the jar that had escaped.

Yuxiu frowned and looked at it: "Didn't I tell you not to come out casually?"

"Woooooo..." Weng Niang wiped her tears and said, "The little one hasn't eaten for hundreds of years, the smell in the house just now was really delicious, and the little one couldn't hold back for a moment..."

Yuxiu said, "You can't eat again."

Hearing this, Weng Niang's eyes lit up, and she hurriedly said: "You can eat anything you can eat, and you can eat the small ones."

Yuxiu asked: "How do you eat?"

Weng Niang said tentatively: "Master, please scald two pieces of beef for the younger one, and the younger one will perform for the grown-up."

Yuxiu followed Weng Niang's longing gaze, and saw two slices of thickly sliced ​​beef coated with spicy noodles. This beef was not cheap. He only bought a small piece, which cost around ten yuan. So many slices.

Weng Niang, who was already too greedy, didn't notice Yuxiu's silence at all, and added cautiously: "Master, please pick two large pieces of beef for the younger one."

"..." Yuxiu shouted, "Jiang Enlin."

Jiang Enlin understood, and the hand pinching Weng Niang's neck quickly exerted all his strength.

"Ah ah ah ah!" Weng Niang was so frightened that her face turned pale again several times, and now she didn't dare to think about beef any more, she hurriedly cried and begged for mercy, "The little one was wrong, the little one didn't dare anymore, the little one didn't dare anymore I don’t even want to eat my lord’s beef anymore, my lord, please spare me!”

Yuxiu saw Weng Niang crying with snot and tears, afraid that its snot and tears would fall on Jiang Enlin's hands, so she let Jiang Enlin loosen its neck.

"Go back." Yuxiu guessed that Fei Xiaohong and Grandma Fei were coming, and quickly warned Weng Niang, "Don't come out casually from now on."

Weng Niang moaned and wiped away her tears, then nodded.

Weng Niang did not disappear in a flash like Yuxiu thought the ghost would, but stood up straight and walked out slowly.

After it stood up straight, Yuxiu found that it was surprisingly tall, nearly 1.9 meters by visual estimation.

And its figure...

Yuxiu catches it up: "Wait a minute."

Weng Niang turned her head with tears in her eyes: "What else do you want to order?"

"...are you a woman or a man?"

Weng Niang was stunned for a moment, and then showed an expression of embarrassment and indignation: "My lord, you are going too far, actually suspecting that the little one is a woman, but the little one is a real man!"

Yuxiu: "..."

Weng Niang seemed to feel that it was a shameful thing to be recognized as a woman, and her body was trembling with anger: "How can the young one be a woman? Don't even the adults think that the young one should marry that old man as a concubine like a woman?"

"...No, no, I didn't say that."

"My lord didn't say that, but it doesn't mean that my lord didn't think so."

"...I didn't think so either."

"Then why does your lord ask me if I am a woman or a man?"

Yuxiu felt that she could not explain clearly with a hundred mouths.

"Since that's the case, the little one can only use this to prove himself!" Weng Niang gritted her teeth, said this resolutely, and then stabbed and tore off her clothes.

At this moment, Fei Xiaohong's footsteps came from outside the door: "Yuxiu, you..."

Yuxiu and Jiang Enlin turned their heads to look, and Weng Niang also turned to look.

I saw Fei Xiaohong and Grandma Fei standing at the door, looking at the naked Weng Niang with dull expressions. Their gazes were fixed on Weng Niang's face for a moment, and then between Weng Niang's legs for a moment.

After reacting, Grandma Fei covered Fei Xiaohong's eyes.