"Who dares to bet?"

The gambling man yelled loudly.

"I'm coming!" An old man with white hair and beard walked out of the crowd.

Ye Qing: "..." Someone really came to die!

Uh...that's wrong, there really is a ghost coming to die!

It doesn’t seem right!

Ye Qing finally figured out that these villagers were all weird ghosts.

The old man with white hair and beard walked to the oil pan, dug out one of his own eyes and threw it into the oil pan.

In an instant, the hot oil was rolling, and the old man's eyes were fried until golden, and there was still a faint aroma.

The old man hurriedly reached out to fish it out, but his eyeballs had been blown into coke and could not be fished out.

"My eyes... my eyes..." But the old man didn't believe in evil, so he stretched out his hand to fish it out. The hot oil rolled over, and his arm was fried into coke in a few breaths.

But the old man still didn't give up. His arms were gone, but his body was still there. He continued to lean forward and groped into the oil pan. Finally, his whole body fell into the oil pan and was gone!

After that, Ye Qing saw all kinds of weird gambling methods, such as fishing for ears in a frying pan, fishing for noses in a frying pan, fishing for tongues in a frying pan, fishing for heads in a frying pan, etc., which opened Ye Qing's eyes.

But there is no doubt that the final winners are all gambler-like men, and as for the losers, they are all in the frying pan!

"Young man, do you want to bet with me?" In the end, only the gambler man and Ye Qing Faceless and the others were left, and the gambler man directly approached Ye Qing.

Ye Qing touched his nose and said, "Can I say no?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a terrifying yin energy suddenly emerged from the gambler man's body, and the oil pan was churning violently, and the faces of the previous villagers appeared, staring at Ye Qing, most likely Ye Qing would kill them if he didn't agree.

As if dragging him down to accompany them.

Very scary!

"Okay, since you sincerely invited me, I will reluctantly agree to it!" Ye Qing shrugged, he was too enthusiastic to refuse!

Immediately, Ye Qing wondered: "It's just that your fishing for copper coins, fishing for eyes, fishing for heads, etc., is too childish and not interesting at all? How about we bet on something difficult? Big?"

"Difficult?" The man who was a gambler was stunned and a little puzzled: "What is difficult?"

Ye Qing smiled: "Look, what you are betting on are all parts of the body, not the hands, ears, but also the eyes, nose, etc., they are too small, why don't we compete with each other in the frying pan, and the whole person goes down, who can stay?"

Whoever takes longer will win?"

Wu Mian: "..." Emotions are such a great method!

"How about it? Do you dare to compete?"

The gambling man chuckled: "Let's compete, just as you say!"

"Okay, it's refreshing!" Ye Qing stroked his hands and smiled: "Since big brother you are so cheerful, I can't be too petty, so I'll let you do it first!"

The gambling man: "..." Is this what you call grandeur?

Ye Qing smiled confidently: "Brother, I really do it for your own good, but I'm afraid that if I take action, you won't have a chance!"

Wu Mian also hurriedly echoed: "What my young master said is true!"

The gambling man's face darkened. He was so shameless. They were singing along to each other, like a pair of dog masters and servants!

In the end, as a cheeky weirdo, the gambler man nodded, agreed, and jumped neatly into the oil pan.

"Okay, wonderful!"

Ye Qing praised loudly, and then with lightning speed, he lifted up a large stone slab on the side and covered it on the oil pan.

"Bang bang..."

The next moment, a banging sound came from the oil pan, which was obviously the man who was a gambler who was violently resisting.

In fact, according to Ye Qing's perception, except for the gambling man, the entire oil pot was also violently resisting, trying to break through the stone slab above.

Unfortunately, under the suppression of Ye Qing's power of dragon and elephant, the resistance of the gambling man and the oil pan was like a breeze blowing on their faces, making no waves at all.

Gradually, the resistance in the oil pan calmed down. Ye Qing exerted slight force on his palms, and the stone slab and the oil pan underneath were pressed into the ground.

After finishing, Ye Qing patted the dust on his hands and said, "What I said, once I take action, you will have no chance!"

"Besides, gambling is wrong because it harms others and yourself!"

"Haha..." Wu Mian laughed dryly, it was so shameless and cruel!

After bypassing the big locust tree and walking forward for a while, Ye Qing saw an old woman with gray hair and wrinkles squatting at a three-way intersection to sharpen a stick.

Or, to be more precise, grind a large iron rod that is as thick as a bowl and as long as a foot.

The iron rod was shiny black and dense, weighing at least fifty or sixty kilograms. Even if a young man held it with his hands, it would be very difficult, but the old woman seemed to be very relaxed, grinding it up and down on a millstone as big as a millstone.

The roar was endless, sparks were flying, and it looked quite... heroic.

In addition, among the noisy friction, Ye Qing could vaguely hear someone singing. The singing was sharp, harsh, full of ridicule and sarcasm.

"The hundred-year-old woman lost her needle."

"Take the iron rod to sharpen the needle."

"Once again and again"

"Ka-chi ka-chi ka-chi-chi"

"The wind is blowing"

"It's raining too"

"Ka-chi-chi, ka-chi-chi"

"Day after day hey"

"Year after year"

"Ka-chi-chi, ka-chi-chi"

"The iron rod is three feet long, but it is neither short nor thin."

"As the days pass by, the years bring forth the new year."

"The needle is not fine, my shoes are torn, my hat is torn, and my cotton-padded jacket is torn."

"Silly old ladies"

"Silly old ladies"

"Hey hey hey..."

"This song..." Ye Qing touched his nose and said with great interest: "The singing is quite charming!"

When I got closer, I realized that the singing was actually coming from the iron rod.

"Young man, tell me, old lady, can I grind this iron rod into a needle?" As soon as he got closer, the old woman who was grinding the needle suddenly raised her head and looked at Ye Qing and said.

Ye Qing smiled and nodded firmly: "As long as you work hard and grind an iron pestle into a needle, old lady, you can definitely do it!"

"Quack, quack, quack, young man, you really know how to talk!" After hearing this, the old woman suddenly opened her mouth and laughed strangely. The sound was weird and noisy, like ten thousand crows flying around and cawing, which was harsh and disturbing.

Both Faceless and Kung Fu Frog covered their ears and staggered back, looking in pain.

Only Ye Qing looked calm and smiling.

Smiling, smiling, the old woman's mouth opened wider and wider, splitting along the corners of her mouth to both sides, revealing densely packed sharp teeth, which were extremely eye-catching.

"Young man, I've been grinding this iron rod for 1,200 years, but I still haven't polished it into a needle. Do you have any good ideas?"

"Is there any way?"

"Is there any way?"

Inside the iron rod, there was also a burst of vitriolic echoes, carrying a strong sense of malice.

Ye Qing seemed unaware, thought for a moment, and said: "Yes, there is a way!"

"What can I do?" the old woman and the being inside the iron rod asked hurriedly.

Ye Qing smiled and said: "It's very simple, please beg me!"

"Please?" The old woman was stunned, a little confused.

"Please beg me, and if I am happy, I might be able to help you!" Ye Qing suggested sincerely.

The old woman was furious: "Young man, how dare you play tricks on me?"

The old woman's upper and lower jaws collided, making a chirping sound, sparks flying, and the iron rod in her hand also buzzed.

"Haha..." Ye Qing smiled faintly: "I'm not kidding you. If you don't give it a try, how do you know it won't work, old lady?"

"Hey, mother-in-law, don't be impulsive!" At the moment when the old woman was furious, Ye Qing punched into her mouth, and the old woman's teeth also bit down hard, but there was no blood and flesh flying everywhere as expected, but instead it was her.

Most of the densely packed teeth were broken into pieces.

Then, the old woman screamed, and wisps of foehn wind and dark red flames seeped out of her body, which was instantly riddled with holes and disappeared inch by inch.

"Ahhhh..."

The ten-foot-long iron rod raised up high on its own, screaming, and hit Ye Qing's head hard.

Ye Qing stretched out his hand and grabbed the iron rod that was smashed down. No matter how the iron rod buzzed and trembled, he could not break free from Ye Qing's grip.

Immediately, Ye Qing grabbed the middle of the iron rod with both hands, held it tightly with both hands, and moved it towards both ends.

Sparks flew everywhere, layers of iron filings were knocked off the iron rod, and bursts of miserable howling could be heard from inside the iron rod, which was extremely sad.

But Ye Qing turned a deaf ear. He moved his hands back and forth and rubbed them. After repeating them for more than ten times, the ten-foot-long iron rod was twisted into an embroidery needle.

"Look, I just said I can do it, just stroke it, rub it, it's very simple!"

Ye Qing looked at the embroidery needle in his hand, shook his head and sighed: "Unfortunately, mother-in-law, you are too impulsive and can't see it anymore!"

"Impulse is the devil, remember?"

Ye Qing looked at Wu Mian and warned him.

Faceless smile, devil? You look like a devil to me!

Immediately, Ye Qing put away the embroidery needle. Inside this embroidery needle, the strange thing inside the iron rod was still imprisoned. It was considered a trick weapon, so it would be good to keep it and sell it for money.

"Dangdang..."

Suddenly, a burst of gongs and drums sounded in the silent village.

Along with the sound of gongs and drums, there are also bursts of suona sounds, making it festive and lively.

"Is anyone getting married?"

Ye Qing made a distinction and murmured.

Before he finished speaking, the sad sounds of suonas and gongs and drums came from the village on the other side.

"funeral music?"

Ye Qing touched his nose with a strange expression. At the same time, someone was getting married and someone was having a funeral. It was so weird!

Gradually, the joy and sorrow became louder and louder, and the sounds became clearer and clearer. It seemed that the wedding procession and the funeral procession were both moving towards the center of the village.

"We won't bump into each other!" Ye Qing listened to the voice and raised his lips slightly: "If that's the case, there will be something good to watch!"

What happened was just as he expected, the wedding procession and the funeral procession met together under the big locust tree in the center of the village.

After the encounter, the wedding procession and the funeral procession stopped at the same time, the sound of gongs, drums and suonas also stopped, leaving only a deathly silence.

In the wedding procession, everyone was dressed in red and green, looking very happy. At the front was a man, riding a white horse, wearing a high crown and a wedding robe. He was obviously the groom.

However, under the misty moonlight, the groom's face seemed to be covered with a layer of moonlight, hazy and hard to see clearly.

In the funeral procession, everyone was wearing white clothes, with white cloths tied around their heads, and their expressions were gloomy.

In the center of the team, eight people were carrying a black coffin. What was strange was that there was a big red flower tied to the coffin, and big red words "happy" were plastered on the left and right sides.

The person at the front is holding a tablet in his arms. On both sides of the tablet are red cloth and red words of happiness, with the words "Guo's Yu Niang's spiritual place" written on it.

"This can't be a ghost marriage!" The name on the coffin is obviously the woman's name, and the red flowers and the word "happy" on the coffin and the soul table make it clear that it is not a funeral or burial, but it is very likely a ghost marriage.

The groom's officer in the wedding team opposite, or to be more precise, the groom's officer in the wedding team, is most likely the groom's officer who married Guo Yuniang.

No wonder the two teams met in the middle of the village.

It’s just that it’s rare for a living person to marry a dead person!

Definitely true love!

"In that coffin, it couldn't be Guo Yuniang's body!" Ye Qing guessed, is he planning to take back the body as well?
Chapter completed!