False evidence

Chapter 362 The Pocket of Misfortune
After leaving the ward, Officer Wang asked me privately: Is the incident involving Qin Shengming's family related to Lin Xiaohua and others?
I shook my head. The four women who were killed by Qin Shengming were not bad people; they wouldn't do anything heinous. As for why Qin Shengming met such a tragic end, it can only be said that karma is karmic, and retribution is inevitable.

Arriving at a hotel on the outskirts of the city, the old man was squatting in a fish basket, sprinkling water into it.

I asked my grandfather: Where did that quack doctor go?

Grandpa rolled his eyes at me: "Kid, don't be ungrateful. If you hadn't run into Little Luo Liu, even if you had kept your life, your manhood would have been useless."

"Luo Liu? He's also from the Kumu Hall?"

I remember my grandfather once said this in front of a quack doctor.

The old man was somewhat surprised: "You also know about Kumu Hall?"

I said I met a man last year who called himself Li Si, and that he was from Kumutang.

The old man asked Li Si about his appearance and age, then sighed:
"Those old geezers, whether they should have left or not, they've all gone."

The old man stood up and beckoned to Pidan: "Daughter, come here, let me take your pulse again."

Seeing the old man press on the egg's pulse point, his face changing color, I didn't dare to breathe.

After a long pause, the old man released his grip, frowned, and asked me, "You entered the body through the Three Yin channels just to find the remains of the Imperial Spirit?"

I hurriedly said yes, but unfortunately fate played a trick on me, and I ultimately failed to get it.

After I recounted my experiences in Consort Li's tomb, the old man shook his head and sighed, "Fortune and misfortune are predetermined by heaven; gains and losses are beyond human control."

He then muttered to himself, "Looks like I can't avoid meeting those guys this time."

I unbuttoned my coat and took off the leather pouch from my waist.

Before he even took out what was inside, the old man's eyes lit up: "Hey kid, where did you get this 'miserable bag'?"

The old man took the leather bag and examined it carefully, saying, "It's an old item, a good one."

I can't see anything special about this skin. I asked you, "What is this 'miserly pocket'?"

Grandpa countered with, "What's your favorite food?"

Without thinking, I said, "Badger Dog!"

Having studied in the south for the past few years, I've tasted many different regional cuisines, but what I truly crave is still the taste of my hometown.

"Bao Ba Gou Zi" is what I call it in my hometown; it's actually just a badger.

This thing is about the size of a half-grown mongrel, but with fine bones and fatty meat. You don't need to put anything in the pot, just peel and clean it, then roast it over low heat, and you can roast half a pot of fat.

To say that badger meat is so delicious you'll bite your tongue is no exaggeration. And using the rendered fat from badger meat for hot pot is absolutely divine!
The old man said, "This bag is made from the skin of a badger dog."

I said, what's so special about that? Although there are fewer badgers now, it's not like you can't find them.

Grandpa said that this bag was not made from ordinary badger or dog skin, but from blood collected from a car.

The so-called "blood cart" was called "earth cart" in its previous life.

It is said that badgers only have one mate in their lifetime. If the mate dies, the other one will either commit suicide or have to work as a laborer to survive.

Badgers are burrowing animals. The mate digs the burrow, and the lone badger lies on its back with its belly covered in the dug soil. Then, the mate's two badgers, one holding the tail and the other pushing from behind, transport the soil out of the burrow like a cart.

The earthen cart got its name from this.

Famine isn't just a human problem; animals suffer from it too. Another tragic aspect of the earthen cart is that during famines, its mates will work together to disembowel it and eat its flesh.

When all that's left after they've eaten their prey is a pelt, they still use it to carry soil. This kind of badger pelt, hollowed out by its own kind, is called a "blood cart."

After Grandpa explained, both Pidan and Anxin said it was cruel.

I grunted and said that the badger dog eats its own kind to survive. Compared to Qin Shengming, who is more cruel?

Grandpa said, "A bag made from the skin of a blood-soaked cart is called a 'misery bag.' Anything put inside will be kept away from rats and ants, and mosquitoes and other insects. This is because everyone knows that this thing suffered too much in its life, and no one wants to waste it any further."

In the past, ordinary families would use these blood carts to store perishable food. But for shepherds who hoarded treasure, they were essential treasures.

It's like the saying that a ginseng that has become a spirit can burrow underground. But if you put it in this bag, not only will it not be able to run away, it will also remain in the state it was just dug up for a long time.

I cautiously asked Grandpa, "Have you ever heard of the Four Generations of Susan?"

Grandpa stared at me for a while, then realized what was happening, hurriedly opened his pocket, and after just one glance, exclaimed in surprise.

I thought to myself that the old man was really regressing as he got older; he had never been so easily startled before.

The old man suddenly tightened his pockets and hurriedly said, "Erpang, hurry up and fetch a bucket of well water; Xiao Sanzi, don't just sit there, go find the shopkeeper and borrow a charcoal stove and a clay pot!"

"Can the boss let us cook hot pot inside?"

The old man glared at him: "Then don't lend it. Go out and buy one secretly and bring it back. Remember, the clay pot has to be big enough to fit the whole dragon head pot inside!"

The mention of the dragon head zongzi immediately stirred my heart, and I quickly called Yan Fengwei to come out.

When we returned with the charcoal stove and pot, Grandpa was taking the dragon-headed lizard out of the fish basket.

An Xin curiously stepped forward and said that the fish looked strangely cute, and it would be a pity to stew it.

Grandpa said, "What good is being cute? If it weren't for Little Sanzi helping it through its tribulation, it would have turned into a roasted fish long ago. Now it's being used to save Little Sanzi's wife; consider it its way of repaying a debt of gratitude!"

Seeing that one of the carp's gills was still opening and closing, Yan Fengwei gave Grandpa a thumbs up: "Grandpa, your fish-catching skills are truly superb."

Pidan asked me quietly what the bow-fishing technique was.

I explained that the bow-fishing technique is a method traditionally used by fishermen. As the name suggests, it involves tying the fish's head and tail together with a rope, flexing its body into a bow shape. This allows the fish's gills, which are open by the rope, to absorb oxygen to the maximum extent. The restricted movement also reduces the fish's oxygen consumption, allowing it to survive out of water for a considerable period.

Pidan's mom blurted out, "Then why not just keep the fish in the water?"

"This is no ordinary fish, it's a dragon's offspring! Once the heavenly tribulation is over, how can it survive in ordinary water?"

As he spoke, the old man cut the rope and put the carp into the bucket.

Erpang burped, "Master Yao, didn't you say we can't put it in water?"

Grandpa didn't say anything. He opened the bag of misery I had given him before, grabbed a handful of mixed rice grains, and threw them into the water.

After a day and two nights, the carp was somewhat listless, but as soon as a grain of rice was thrown in, it immediately became lively again.

The old man nodded in satisfaction, then grabbed another handful and sprinkled it in. "Eat up, eat more, and I'll send you to heaven soon!"

He straightened up, supporting his back, and said to Erpang:

"What Xiao Sanzi has in his bag is not ordinary rice, but the five grains used to offer to spiritual objects and treasures. It has extraordinary spirituality and is naturally suited to the dragon's appetite. Feeding it with spiritual grains will double the medicinal effect, and with the fourth generation of pine lily as a medicinal guide, it can cure incurable bloodline diseases."

Erpang exclaimed happily, "So, there's hope for Xiao Sanzi's wife's melanosis?"

(End of this chapter)