Putting aside the question of who is behind Changcha for the moment, the issue that needs to be solved now is what should Anrich do after he "returns" to the hat? As a Horcrux, no matter how awesome the hat is, it will not create an extra one out of thin air.
Open your mouth and talk to me.
So, I looked at Mr. Yi with a neutral look, but I didn't say a word. I just wanted to see what kind of medicine this old Mr. Yi was selling in his gourd!
Sure enough, Mr. Yi took out something from his pocket in a leisurely and unhurried manner. It was curved in a spiral shape, dark and glowing with light.
"What is this?" Boya looked at what Mr. Yi took out inexplicably and asked.
Mr. Yi glanced at Boya and me from side to side. His eyes were clearly looking at the attitude of the two country bumpkins. He did not make any explanation.
"Changcha, when will Anrich come back?" Mr. Yi held up the things in his hand and walked towards Changcha without stroking my beard at all.
Okay, well done, Mr. Yi. I will wait and see, President, to see what kind of trouble you can make.
So, I followed Mr. Yi closely, followed by Boya.
At this time, Changcha was like a magic stick. He was circling the hat as a Horcrux with his eyes slightly closed and muttering words. Four of Changcha's men were surrounding him, each of them holding a
He was holding a bowl-shaped object, I don’t know what it was.
Mr. Yi steadily held up the crooked thing in his hand. He stared at the hat as the Horcrux without squinting. He turned a blind eye to Changcha's "wackiness" and looked attentively like a mouse guarding it.
Cat at the entrance of the cave.
"Bring it here." Changcha suddenly stopped and shouted loudly, startling me who was hugging his shoulders.
"What's wrong with you? This is it!" Boya obviously hadn't seen this formation before. He glanced at me and asked.
"Look at you, you look like you've never seen the world!" I sneered at Boya, but deep down in my heart I murmured to myself: How could I know that this was Chang Cha's madness?
Changcha's men were well prepared, and immediately two more boys came out from behind. One of them was holding a large cage-like container in his hand, and the other was holding a small wooden bucket in both hands.
It's wine - I know this, I know it's wine when I smell it, and it's very fragrant.
"Come on." Changcha waved to the four boys standing around holding bowl-shaped objects.
The four boys immediately gathered around and opened the lids of the "bowls" in their hands, and then poured all the contents of the "bowls" into the "cage drawer".
Boya and I stretched our necks and looked inside the "cage". My dear, it turned out that what was poured in was the insects raised in the Changcha sand tray. Each one was black, yellow or red in color, and rustled.
The cages are so densely packed that it makes one’s scalp tingle just by looking at them.
After Changcha rolled up his sleeves, he put his fat hands into the "cage", and then scratched and rubbed them inside. The insects in the "cage" immediately let out strange squeaking sounds, and during this period, they were mixed with insect body parts.
There was a sound of squeezing and exploding. For a moment, various colors of exploding pulp flew out from the "cage", accompanied by bursts of unpleasant smell.
"Ugh", I felt sick in my heart.
Finally, there were no more squeaking sounds from the insects in the "cage", and only the sound of Chang Cha's fat hands stirring various kinds of pulp inside was left. This sound sounded louder than the sound of chalk scratching on a glass blackboard.
It's ten thousand times more terrifying. When I heard it, I couldn't help but feel tense all over, and I had more than two layers of goosebumps.
Changcha, on the other hand, acted as if nothing had happened.
Finally, Changcha took his hands out of the "cage". I turned my head to the side, worried that I would vomit when I saw those hands covered with insects and pulp.
"Pour it in." Changcha ordered Ma Zai, who was holding the wine on one side.
I originally thought that Changcha was going to use wine to disinfect his hands, but the man poured a bucket of wine into the "cage", and the wine immediately turned into "medicated wine".
"What are you doing?" Boya asked curiously, his neck seemed to stretch a little longer.
Changcha answered Boya's curiosity with practical actions. He stretched out his dirty hands to take the bucket of "medicated wine" and raised it high. Then he raised his neck and drank it like a drink.
It tastes like rain.
Facing such a disgusting picture, I really can't stand it.
So, I kept saying "Wow~", turned around and vomited all over the floor.
Boya shoes.
"President, this is a good thing for you!" Mr. Yi said to me slowly, "The last time Changcha did this, someone vomited out the gall."
I lowered my head and took a closer look, and sure enough, there was no trace of green in the vomit, and I really hadn't vomited out the gall.
"Boss Yi, you are really good at comforting people." I grabbed Boya's collar and wiped his mouth, "Who took out the gall last time?"
"Crazy guy." Mr. Yi's face was full of smiles. One look at his expression showed that this "bad" old man was replaying the ugly behavior of the crazy guy at that time in his mind.
"Haha!" I threw my head back and laughed, "I didn't expect that this crazy guy would be like this!"
Compared with the fate of the fanatics, I suddenly felt that my current situation was not so embarrassing. It was really a big joke. But so what? Who dares to see my joke!?
Just when I finished laughing and wiped my mouth with Boya's other collar again, Changcha also drank up his "medicinal wine" with satisfaction.
"Then what?" Boya frowned and endured the unpleasant smell on his collar, which did not affect his curiosity at all.
The smile on Mr. Yi's face faded. He stared at the hat with all his concentration, as if he was ready to pounce on the hat at any time.
"Oh, Anrich is coming back?" I said to myself.
"Is it because Changcha drank such a disgusting wine?!" Boya said inexplicably, "Can such a disgusting wine bring Anrich back?" After saying that, he frowned even more tightly.
Because it reminded him of the smell of vomit on his collar.
"Shut up!" I scolded Boya, because the way Mr. Yi looked now was clearly saying that something was going to happen, and I didn't want Boya's random thoughts to disturb the moment I was witnessing the "miracle."
Boya immediately closed his mouth and stared at the hat as the Horcrux with wide eyes.
I saw Changcha walking to the hat with steady steps and standing in front of the hat. His head was raised from time to time, as if he was brewing something.
So, Boya and I both watched with bated breath, as if something shocking or a miracle would happen.