The fog was thick and the moon was shining coldly.
South of the city.
Xingshanfang.
The He family mansion.
The will-o'-the-wisp was so miserable and the cries were so frightening that the neighbors were frightened and dared not sleep - this old house was causing trouble again!
But if someone could go up to the attic and take a closer look.
There seemed to be a warm light in the will-o'-the-wisp, and the cries were clearly mixed with joy.
However, no mortal would dare to cross the boundary and peer into the underworld. Only the cat that comes and goes without a trace at night can freely plunge into the foggy night, cross the mottled high walls, pass through the desolate courtyards, climb up the dilapidated eaves, and pass through
Through the gap between the tiles, I saw the locked door in the main hall...
A large pot was set up over a blazing fire, and the soft mutton was boiling in the milky white soup.
The rich aroma of meat mixed with the smell of smoked wine filled the air.
A banquet is being held.
The banquet was full of guests, some dressed in smart shorts and some with green faces and disheveled hair. It was hard to tell whether they were human or ghost.
"But it is said that at that time, the second master broke into the front of the Di shop alone, just like Zhao Zilong broke into Changban Slope alone. He was surrounded by people from the brown-clothed gang three floors inside and three floors outside. If the fire in his eyeballs could be ignited,
I’m afraid that Fuguifang will be burned down again!”
Among the noise, one voice was particularly loud, but it was Bai Yang'er.
We were in the hall with his arms akimbo and he was eloquent.
"But what kind of person is our second master? God will not hold back! How can such a scene be intimidated? I scolded that old guy at that time..."
"Hey! What nonsense are you talking about?"
The best wine and the most tender meat were placed at the top table, but they were left vacant. Luo Yong sat at the second table, threw down half a roast chicken, and pretended to be angry.
"Mr. Hua is a guest of the Thirteenth Family. Can you scold him?"
"Thank you, Second Master, for the reward." Bai Yang'er raised his hand to catch it, took a bite happily, and said with a playful smile, "Of course Mr. Hua is a big shot, but he is very meddlesome. Grandpa Fa Wang likes your land, so he gave it to you, but he doesn't know how to appreciate it.
, but it also affects the entire Fuguifang..."
Just as he was talking, there was a noise on the roof, mixed with the meowing of a cat, which was a bit disappointing.
He muttered "hairy thief" and continued.
"But it's okay, that workshop is full of immigrants, poor people with no rules, and things as cheap as grass. They should be used to clean our boots! But Mr. Hua insists on pulling him. Now.
Well, the fire burned them all, and the cheap things fell back into the mud. After a few days, just grab a few handfuls of rice noodles and keep them in exchange for a strong man and woman. Those who are destined will be given to Grandpa Dharma King, and those who are not will be handed over to Liu.
Qiaopo, sell it on the ship."
The crowd booed: "What if it's beautiful?"
"Where can beauties come from among the untouchables?" He sneered with a straight face, and quickly winked, "But if there are any that can barely catch your eye, just take them into the house, and when you are tired of playing with them, sell them to Yingchao Fang, where the brothel is used to deal with sailors.
, maybe one day we can reunite with relatives and friends..."
Just as he was getting excited, the noise on the roof became more and more noisy, as if a group of cats were fighting. They screamed and screamed, causing scattered pieces of tiles to fall, almost all of them falling into the cauldron.
Not talking about Bai Yang'er now, Luo Yong was also displeased.
He called down: "Heiji, go out and ask the brothers outside to do their work more carefully."
Near the door at the end of the banquet, a drunken rough man responded vaguely.
…………
The annoying cat meowing disappeared.
The banquet became lively.
Not long after.
The thick man named Hei Tu also left and came back. He seemed to be drunk and couldn't walk. There was an extra person helping him through the door.
It was as if he was afraid that the air-conditioning outside the door would disperse the excitement inside the house.
Without waiting for the people in the room to react, he quickly closed the door.
At that time.
Bai Yang'er was still boasting.
It is said that there is a well-to-do family outside Qingbo's house who has a beautiful girl. How he designs, forces, and deceives her to hang herself all over the house, thinking that her death will wipe out all the trouble, and then he invites ghosts and gods to take away the girl's soul.
Offer it to the Dharma King to fill his harem, and take away his family property yourself. In this way, you kill two birds with one stone.
He spoke with great satisfaction, and the guests cheered loudly. For a moment, no one paid attention to the two people who came in.
The newlywed who helped Hei Gu through the door was stunned for a moment, and then he dropped his companion neatly, leaving the drunkard standing upside down with his head against the wall in the dim light beside the door. He followed the example of other guests, unhooked his sword, and took off his hat.
, wrapped in a raincoat, sat on the empty seat under the black pan, half rolled up the Gebu mask on his face, grabbed wine and meat and ate hazelnuts.
The outfit of bamboo hats, coir raincoats, weapons, and masks can be said to be strange, but in Qian Tang, especially at night, it is not unusual.
There are many local worshipers of gods and many who want to be gods.
Some "new gods" are just starting out, unable to gather the mighty or ferocious body of the Dharma body, so they make some weird and exaggerated outfits, put on pretense, and deceive people into awe in order to gain popularity.
This mask on the face of a man in coir raincoat - a piece of rag with low-quality paint outlining the weird facial features - is exactly the favorite of these noisy ghosts and Huilu ghosts.
His weapon, a long sword that looked very heavy, was mostly made of wood with a layer of paint on the surface.
In addition, the number of people attending the banquet tonight was quite mixed, so it did not attract much attention.
Only the man sitting next to me.
His complexion is dark and his face is weathered.
He was originally the leader of a small pirate gang. Recently, he heard that the sea was rough and the situation was not good. He washed his hands and went ashore. He also heard that the last sea hero who came ashore was devoured by ghosts and gods, so he immediately looked for the cave city behind him.
Come to Rayong to visit the pier.
But he was not popular and was ranked last.
While I was sulking, I saw the way the man in the coir raincoat was eating - he was tearing and biting fiercely and viciously, but he was extremely careful and refused to let go of even a grain of flesh between the bones.
It reminded him of the time when he was hanging out among the bandits before going to sea. In the intervals between battles, he would sit on the corpse and eat dry pancakes. As for why he didn't pay attention to the dining environment, he was a thief. If he didn't fill his stomach, how could he continue?
kill?
Anyway, he looked friendly and was about to talk when he saw a round black cat emerging from under the raincoat and reaching out its paws to pick up the mutton on the plate.
Surprised:
"Why did you chase a cat into the house?"
The man in the coir raincoat tore a piece of meat and gave it to the cat, working hard without saying anything back.
"Could my brother be the famous cat god these days?"
The man in the coir raincoat took a few sips of wine, tore up a chicken leg and chewed the bones until they made a "clicking" sound.
"This is Du Santong, the sea monkey. What is your surname?"
The man in coir raincoat picked up two bone-in mutton chops and opened his bow from left to right.
"You must be deaf!"
Du Santong was short of breath, but since he was new here, he didn't dare to have an attack. He drank cup after cup of wine, secretly thinking that Chao Yixin, a bunch of rats and dogs, looked down on people and neglected heroes. Even if they climbed high branches, they would still be scoundrels and they would die sooner or later!
That Luo Yong is like this, this man in coir raincoat is like this, and that black cockroach...
I thought about it and took a quick look.
There was an angry look on his face - Hei Gu was probably very drunk. He was leaning against the wall, shaking his body, and liquid was dripping from his crotch pants.
Du Santong chuckled.
"You are a bird!" He laughed deliberately and slapped the table, "Why did you find the wrong pit?"
This commotion attracted the attention of everyone in the room.
Luo Yong suddenly felt his face was dull and scolded him several times, but the rough man cheered up even more and didn't respond.
Bai Yang'er knew what was going on and strode over quickly, spitting out alcohol and cursing.
"You little pig, after drinking a few taels of yellow soup, you can't control your urine?"
He grabbed the rough man's shoulders and turned him around.
"Even the second master's words..."
The words came suddenly.
The rough man who turned around had a blue face, a white mouth, and his eyes were squinting. His hands were tightly covering his neck, but he couldn't cover the hideous gap in the flesh underneath. Blood spilled out from between his fingers and soaked through.
The clothes fell off and then dripped down...
The corner was dim, so I couldn't see it clearly from afar, but now I'm closer and I'm shocked.
This isn't urine leaking out, it's obviously blood that can't be covered up!
A little drunkenness suddenly flew out of the clouds, Bai Yang'er shrank his hands in fear, and Hei Gu lost his support, and his body or corpse fell weakly on the door.
Crunch~
The door was opened by a corpse.
The bleak courtyard outside the door connected to the lively banquet inside the door. The fuzzy warmth was dissipated, and the hosts and guests at the banquet felt cold.
It's not because of the cold moon in the sky or the frost and fog on the ground, but because of the half-cut corpse hanging on the tree. Black air escapes from the smooth fracture, and the shape of the severed corpse gradually becomes illusory; the headless corpse sitting under the porch,
The wine bowl in my hand was not spilled, but there was already a pool of blood under my body...
In this way, dozens of corpses of dead people or dead people were scattered throughout the courtyard.
They were all sentry posts specially set up by Luo Yong. There were ruthless masters and ghosts with supernatural powers, but they were picked out one by one and killed quietly in the courtyard across the door.
.
The murderer...
The corner at the end of the banquet.
Du Santong stopped his glass.
The man in coir raincoat gnawed away the mutton.
In silence.
Their eyes quietly converged on the middle of the shared low table, where there was a meat cleaver.
The palm is long and the blade is sharply sharpened, so it can kill people.
A brief silence.
The next second.
Du Santong quickly threw the wine glass in his hand, causing the man in the raincoat to dodge. He hesitated for a moment and touched the smooth handle of the knife before a happy look appeared on his face.
Duo!
A sharp-edged sheep bone fell hard and pierced his palm.
The severe pain immediately distorted his facial features.
But at this moment, he didn't care about crying out in pain and quickly screamed: "Wait a minute."
What's slow?
no one knows.
Probably because the other sheep bone in the man's hand had penetrated into his neck, and the unspoken words were accompanied by hot blood sputtering from the bone cavity that had sucked out the marrow.
Du Santong slowly fell down with an expression of disbelief. His neighbor on the other side woke up and hurriedly grabbed the weapon behind him.
The man in the raincoat picked up the plate, knocked it over, and reached for the meat cleaver.
Not close yet.
Suddenly he shrinks his hand and withdraws again.
Then a strong wind whistled down against the bamboo hat.
boom!
The low table broke in response.
But Bai Yang'er took the opportunity to grab the sword and chop it off.
The low table was made of thick material and could be cut with a sword. The long sword was certainly not a fake as everyone suspected.
Not only is it true, it is even heavier than it looks.
Bai Yang'er hurriedly focused on grabbing and slashing, and the sword blade fell, but due to its heavy weight, it was difficult to pursue him with the sword.
The man in coir raincoat seized the opportunity, jumped up, and rushed to Bai Yang'er. With one hand he grabbed the sword and grabbed the blade, and with the other hand he raised his palm and struck the opponent's wrist with the sword.
Click!
This is the sound of cracking bones.
To get ahead in Qiantang Street, be ruthless first. Be ruthless to others and even more ruthless to yourself.
This severe pain actually aroused Bai Yang'er's savagery. He clenched the hilt of the sword harder and harder, ignoring the severe pain, and desperately pulled the sword in his own direction.
Unexpectedly.
The man in the coir raincoat suddenly flipped his wrist, turning the pull into a push. With Bai Yang'er's pull, he turned the sword head into a small hammer and quickly sent it toward the opponent's throat.
Unprepared, Bai Yanger could only hold his chin in his mouth.
next moment.
First there was a pain, then the mouth was filled with the smell of rust, the skull was shaking so hard that the eyes were dizzy, and the brain was churning like boiling broth, making people want to fall asleep immediately.
However, don't faint.
He used the last of his consciousness to bite the tip of his tongue.
Awake again.
Realizing that he had let go of the hilt of the sword, he took two steps back.
Suffered.
He raised his head in panic.
What pierced his eyes was a cold light waved by the man in the coir raincoat.
Bai Yang'er staggered a few times and lowered his head in disbelief.
In the chest and abdomen, under a ferocious gap, the trembling internal organs could be vaguely seen.
He hesitated to cover it.
The severe pain came belatedly and instantly took away all my strength.
His body swayed, and finally he staggered a few more steps, before falling weakly on the edge of the large pot in the middle of the hall.
The organs and blood dropped down the gap into the boiling broth. Suddenly, blood foam emerged from the edge of the pot and was thrown into the fire.
In the sound of "呲呲".
The firelight suddenly shot up, making all the faces in the hall turn red.
Meow~
The black cat seemed frightened by the fire, screamed, and jumped out with a piece of bone-in mutton in its mouth.
The men present woke up with a start. There were sounds of tumbling, shouts, and curses... and there was a moment of chaos.
The man in coir raincoat paid no attention to him, just guarded the door, picked up a wine pot, and drank with his head held high.
After he drank it all in one gulp, he punched his chest twice.
The chaos in the hall has subsided, and the men all prepared their weapons and stared coldly.
Luo Yong, who was guarded in the center, pushed away his men, took a simple knife, and jumped down to the front of the hall.
First, he frowned and glanced at Bai Yang'er. He was not dead yet, and there was a "ho ho" sound in his throat.
“What a pity for a pot of good meat.”
He smiled coldly.
"Grandpa Dharma King is about to build a temple. I have been hosting a banquet in this house for many days, just waiting for the unwilling dog to jump over the wall. I didn't expect for many days, but you are the only one who has the guts!"
He looked up and down at the man in the raincoat again.
Killing silently and sitting alone at the table, he is indeed a capable and courageous hero, but is there more than one courageous and capable person present?
After all, two fists are no match for four hands.
Hero?
He will die too!
Luo Yong smiled ferociously and pulled off the short shirt draped around him, revealing his solid muscles.
"You are so brave, wait until I peel it off and see how many kilograms of good meat you can carry!"
The coir raincoat man's response was simple.
He threw away the wine bottle.
Close the door.
The door latch was locked.
In the middle of the confrontation between the two sides, Bai Yang'er made a final struggle amidst the severe pain of his internal organs being boiled. As a result, the mouth of the pot tilted, and the hot soup was poured out to extinguish the blazing fire.
Tsk~
The hall suddenly became dark.
…………
In front of the closed door.
The cat picked the rough man's body to use as a dinner plate, its green eyes shining like stars in the dark night.
Sometimes it lowers its head to enjoy the rich fat of the mutton, sometimes it looks up.
The pointed ears twitched.
The dim light in the room casts many blurry shadows on the window paper of the door, like a messy shadow puppet show. The fierce sounds of various weapons clashing, people cursing and wailing, the sound of objects breaking, and the sound of candlesticks overturning became the
Best dubbing.
When the cat eats good meat, it starts to concentrate on the bones.
The room was getting darker and darker, with only a faint layer of light remaining on the window paper.
The sounds were less intense, and there were more different sounds. Crying, crawling, scratching of nails across the wooden door, and the sound of blood splashing.
And when the cat has gnawed away the bones, it begins to comb its whiskers.
The room was already dark, and there were only a few whooshing sounds in the throat, garbled words that seemed to be filled with water in the mouth, and intermittent crying sounds like thin lines.
They are all very weak, but when gathered together, they are like the chirping of insects on a summer night, disturbing one's dreams.
Fortunately, another voice joined in time.
Wow, this is the sound of a sharp knife piercing the flesh.
Phew, this is the sound of blood splashing outward.
With each "porphyry", the "insect chirping" weakens by one point.
in this way.
卍呲.
卍呲.
卍呲.
The room gradually became quiet, as quiet as the frost mist floating on the floor tiles in the courtyard.
The cat suddenly raised its ears, twitched a few times, then hid its starry eyes, jumped up to the eaves, and disappeared.
Light gradually appeared on the window paper of the door leaf.
…………
The man in coir raincoat lighted the firewood.
The light slowly spreads.
It illuminated the blood stains on the ground, the corpses scattered everywhere, and the pale-faced Luo Yong.
He is still alive.
Lying in a pool of blood, his head was resting on an unknown half of his body, his limbs were folded in three, his face was dripping with cold sweat, and his teeth were tightened so that no trace of pain could be revealed.
But when the man in the coir raincoat threw down the firewood, he stood up and went to the butchering table in the corner, with various knives placed on it.
Cutting meat, deboning, different sizes.
Luo Yong finally changed his color.
"Hero!" His voice trembled, "I, Luo Yong, am impressed by your ability! If you want money, if you want fame, I will give it to you with both hands. But you must know that my brother is the nephew recognized by the King of Dharma. If you kill me, you will
I will kill the Dharma King’s children and grandchildren, and I will fight with you until death!”
The man in coir raincoat was unmoved, carefully picked out a skinning knife, and walked briskly towards Luo Yong.
Teach him to speak more urgently and to speak too quickly, causing confusion.
"Wait! Good man! Master! I have something to say."
"Why did you come?"
"Dongwazi's song Dingchun?"
"The Ruan family in Wenshufang?"
"A carpenter named Fan?"
…
He uttered many names in succession, but all he received was the usual silence from the man in the raincoat.
until.
"Fuguifang?"
The man in coir raincoat paused for a moment.
"Fuguifang!" Luo Yong was overjoyed and cried out, "Misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding! We wanted to set fire to it, but we only planned to light a few rotten sheds to scare the poor... Father, who thought of a gust of evil wind...
Yes! Demonic wind! Such a powerful wind comes for no reason. Someone else must be causing trouble, someone is causing trouble!"
His pleas failed to stop the skinning knife from approaching.
Luo Yong burst into tears, with tears and runny nose running down his face.
He was nicknamed "Heaven Will Not Harvest", which simply means that his words and deeds were arrogant and domineering, and he should have died a long time ago, but he escaped death several times. This means that even God cannot take his life.
With such a name, he actually behaves like a mouse at a critical moment of life and death.
Really ridiculous.
But.
Since you are so cowardly.
Just now, I had my limbs broken and was unable to move. I watched and listened to my companions being slaughtered one by one, but how could I remain silent?
Luo Yong was still begging for help.
He was facing the man in coir raincoat, but his eyes were focused behind him.
The door opened a small crack silently, and gray smoke with a texture like gravel seeped in. It meandered and stretched in the air, and then condensed into two hooked blades that resembled human arms and insect limbs.
Quietly, quietly, without a sound, he wanted to hug the man in the coir raincoat from behind.
Wind seeped into the house, pulling the flames and shaking the light and shadow. The vacant main desk at the top of the lobby overturned, and a volume of scripture titled "The Sutra of the Dharma King of the Ten Directions' General Photography of Fierce Demons and Hundreds of Ghosts" was opened from it, and the wind flipped the title page.
Stop at a page praising a messenger from the Ghost Throne.
The Nightmare Messenger.
Tangible and intangible, it enters the house with the wind.