Mrs. Wu was shocked when she found someone appearing, seemingly out of thin air.
When she saw Wang Fu emerge from the soil, dusting himself off like a normal person, she suddenly understood.
"What a little Taoist priest, with unparalleled scheming and invincible city. Our mother and son, as well as this mountain monster, were all plotted to death by you."
Mrs. Wu was not a fool. She immediately figured out the whole story, her tone full of resentment.
Wang Fu didn't answer, just lowered his head and patted the dirt on his body.
The Life Fire Candle gradually increased in height by a few inches, and finally stabilized, totaling one foot or two inches in height.
When I first crossed over, the red candles were no more and no less, exactly one foot long. Later, they experienced consumption and growth, and have been hovering around one foot.
Unexpectedly, this unexpected joy increased by two inches, equivalent to two-tenths of the original length.
New knowledge points, not only killing ghosts can increase luck, but also killing people, without having to do it yourself, and plotting in secret also counts.
A mere Wu Tiezhu is definitely not worth two inches, and the old lady Wu and Shan Chi must die together.
A great layout and a perfect ending.
"Little Taoist priest, you won, why don't you dare to come over?"
Mrs. Wu's tone gradually weakened, and she weakly waved to Wang Fu.
Wang Fu looked at her quietly without saying a word, let alone stepping forward to touch up the wound. This old woman was covered in poisonous insects, which were extremely poisonous and must not be touched at all.
Although the opponent's Gu body had strong vitality, it was strangled by the mountain sprite. The first and last two sections were already close to death.
So, there is nothing more to do, just wait patiently.
"Little beast, you are vicious and cunning, and you will be punished in the future."
Mrs. Wu originally wanted to trick him into coming here and release the poisonous insects desperately, but she didn't expect Wang Fu would not be fooled, so she cursed in despair.
Wang Fu rolled his eyes, took out two balls of cotton, stuffed them into his ears, and finally became quiet.
After an unknown period of time, the forest became quiet.
After the mountain ghost dies, its body gradually dissipates between heaven and earth. The method of death is extremely environmentally friendly.
On the other hand, the corpses of the Wu family's mother and son were hideous and ugly, broken and fragmented, and looked a bit messy.
"Retreat after success, dodge!"
Zhang Laosan’s family...
There was only a shallow layer of water left in the earthen jar, and the whole family did not dare to touch it.
It had been several days, and there was no trace of the Wu family's mother and son. The manhole cover was locked, and the people in the town couldn't buy water, and they were hungry and thirsty.
The bamboo shed was unattended, but after learning from Zhang Laosan's family, no one dared to open the manhole cover to get water even if they died of thirst.
"Dad, I'm thirsty."
Zhang Laosan was upset, his eyes fell on his youngest son's chapped lips, his heart softened, and he dipped some water in it and gave it to him.
The younger son greedily sucked the water droplets from his fingertips, while the rest of the family watched eagerly and kept swallowing their saliva.
"What did that pair of thieves and their son do? Are they really going to kill the whole town with thirst?"
Zhang Laosan has a stubborn temper, otherwise he would not have stolen water at the beginning, but now, he always remembers Wang Fu's words and does not dare to be impulsive easily.
"Don't worry, little master said he would give us water to drink."
The family was hungry and thirsty. There was no water source and it was difficult to eat or drink.
Just as they were feeling hungry and thirsty, there was a knock on the door.
"who?
Zhang Laosan asked, but no one answered, and the knocking on the door continued.
"It's you?"
The person outside the door was a deaf-mute old man who lived in the Five Emperors Temple. After seeing Zhang Laosan, he stretched out his hand and pointed in the direction of the well.
Then, regardless of Zhang Laosan's questioning, the old man turned around and left.
"Walk!"
Zhang Laosan pondered for a long time, still carrying the earthen pot and bucket, and rushed towards the well despite the obstruction of the night and his family.
He still remembered that day when Wang Fu taught him how to deal with the Wu family mother and son, and at the end, he said something special.
"Zhang Laosan, in the future, people in Jingkou Town will be able to drink well water for free."
He always kept these words in mind.
"Dad, slow down, slow down."
The mother-in-law was panting from running.
The family soon arrived at the well...
The bamboo shed collapsed, the lock was smashed, and the manhole cover was leaning to the side.
Under the dark well mouth, sparkling water swayed, and the more I looked at it, the thirstier I became.
"drink!"
Zhang Laosan took the well rope wrapped around the windlass and was about to throw the bucket down, but was stopped by his mother-in-law.
"Master, you don't want to die."
The woman is timid and still remembers being tortured by strange diseases.
"What are you afraid of? Little Master will cure us."
Zhang Laosan filled a bucket with water, scooped it up with a ladle and drank like an old cow drinking water.
Seeing him like this, the family had a backbone and they all joined in the drinking process.
The free well water is especially sweet and thirst-quenching.
Take the first step and you won’t be afraid of the rest...
After drinking, the whole family worked together to fill all the utensils they brought and returned home satisfied.
The movements of the third child's family could not be hidden from other people in the town. On the second day, when their family was boiling water for cooking, countless eyes were watching.
No wind, no waves, the years are quiet!
Zhang Laosan's family eats as they should, drinks as they should, and sleeps as they should, without any difference at all.
The power of role models is infinite.
There is an undercurrent in Jingkou Town, and the townspeople are in a commotion. Hunger and thirst can wear down your patience. No matter how docile a sheep is, it will eat people when it is hungry.
The wellhead is not locked, so what are you waiting for?
On the third day, the well was crowded with people, full of laughter and laughter.
In the Five Emperors Temple, Wang Fu smiled and said nothing. Things developed more smoothly than he expected.
He still underestimated the people's strong desire for survival.
Water has been solved, but what about firewood?
I believe it won't be long before someone finds the Wu family's mother and son dead in the forest, and the story of the mountain sprite will also be revealed.
Without the presence of mountain sprites, people in the town can freely go into the mountains to cut firewood.
The water and firewood have been solved, Old Man Sun's noodle shop can be reopened, and Wang Fu can also help Xiao Fu'er fulfill his wish and have another bowl of alkaline water.
Good news in town...
The evil-doing mother and son of the Wu family are dead
Someone found the bodies of two people in the forest. They seemed to have been ravaged by a mad bear and were broken into pieces all over the ground.
Then, there was the news of the missing mountain cat.
Since some people dare to break into the mountains and forests, how can they not notice it?
Courageous woodcutters, hunters, etc., sneaked into the mountains one after another. After all, there were mountain sprites blocking the way. Firewood and game were fetched at high prices, which was a huge profit.
The number of people increased, but the mountain sprite disappeared out of thin air.
The ban on the mountains and forests is automatically lifted, and the hunters can go up the mountains to chop wood, and can enter freely without being bribed with wine.
After the owner of the cargo station learned about it, he immediately sent someone to check it and finally confirmed that it was genuine.
After the news came out, the price of firewood on the market dropped immediately, and long-lost smoke rose from every house.
Old man Sun wiped the signboard, turned around and entered the kitchen, and started to get busy. Now that water and firewood are available, the noodle shop is open as usual!
As soon as it opened, customers started coming.
"A bowl of alkaline water."
Wang Fu sat down with a smile and took orders skillfully.
"Little Master, wait a moment."
There were busy sounds from the kitchen.
Wang Fu squinted at the sunshine outside the door. It was such a sunny day in his memory. Little Fu'er was holding the noodle bowl and eating the noodles.
It was so delicious. This was the most delicious noodle he had ever eaten in his life.
At that time, there were no water tyrants in the town and no mountain sprites outside the town.
After Xiao Fu'er finished eating the noodles, he left Jingkou Town, went up the mountain, and entered a dilapidated Taoist temple, never to come out again.
A bowl of alkaline water is the last good thing in this poor child's life.
Why did Wang Fu go to such great lengths to plan and kill people?
Only in this way, the noodles made will be the most beautiful bowl of alkaline water that is close to the memory.