Corpse Retriever.

Chapter 113

Last night, Tan Wenbin witnessed Hu Yiwei being framed.

He had the experience of being possessed by evil spirits and knew how painful the process was.

As for enjoyment...that's just wishful thinking.

Your self-awareness has been completely replaced, and you have no idea what is happening. You don't enjoy any happiness at all, and you have to bear all the suffering.

When I woke up in the morning and saw Hu Yiwei, he looked like a family planning tool that was thrown away after use.

So all day long, Tan Wenbin kept thinking about what to do.

He had to think of a solution quickly. Hu Yiwei was seeing that he was running out of tricks. Wouldn't that evil couple want to tear the packaging bag and use him tonight?

Fortunately, although he had never actually eaten pork, he had actually seen a herd of pigs running.

He was involved in the entire Lin Shuyou incident a while ago, and he took the opportunity to figure out a way to imitate Lin Shuyou.

Just wait until night when he comes in and turns over your card, and then you and he will fight to the death.

I didn't expect that we wouldn't even have to wait until the evening before the falling out began.

In that case, there is nothing to hide, let’s get started!
When the ghost husband tried to enter his body, he went to the underworld.

If Brother Yuanzi's Yin movement is as casual as snapping his fingers, then his Yin movement is becoming more and more like a knee-jerk reflex.

One of the most direct effects of walking in the Yin direction is that one can directly confront the evil spirits that were originally invisible and intangible.

The ghost husband came out of the coffin and stuck to her back, his arms stuck to her arms, his legs stuck to her legs, his face directly against the back of her head, and his feet drilled straight under her feet, trying to hold her up completely and make her his puppet to be controlled by him.

This all-round contact and fit is like you, wearing only shorts in the middle of summer, suddenly falling into a mixture of ice and water, and spasms and stiffness of the whole body are inevitable.

But when Zeng Yinyin led Hu Yiwei upstairs, Tan Wenbin and the ghost husband began to fight for this body.

The ghost husband was very strong. Although Tan Wenbin was not strong enough to defeat him, he still struggled hard.

After gaining partial control of his body, Tan Wenbin took out a sealing talisman from his pocket and stuck it on his forehead with a "snap".

In an instant, the feeling of coldness all over the body deepened, as if the evil spirit had been connected to his flesh and blood, but the ghost husband's consciousness was also suppressed.

Hey, it actually works.

Chickens don't pee, each has its own way.

As a medium, Lin Shuyou was able to forcibly lock up the White Crane Boy and prevent him from leaving in this way; Tan Wenbin used the same method to carry the ghost husband on his back.

Although it is uncomfortable, it is at least equivalent to suppressing a huge threat.

Zeng Yinyin screamed: "Where's my man!"

Tan Wenbin suddenly stood up from the stool he was sitting on for dinner. He wanted to punch or slap the woman who tried to rape him, but he couldn't control his body anymore. He stood up too fast and fell forward, hitting Zeng Yinyin with his head.

"boom!"

With a dull thud, Zeng Yinyin was knocked to the ground, holding her chest in great pain.

Tan Wenbin stumbled to his feet again. He was now equivalent to an ordinary person who had suddenly gained more than twice the weight. Moreover, his whole body was cold and his perception was disordered, as if he was drunk.

After standing up, his body either swayed back and forth or from side to side and he couldn't straighten himself up at all.

Fortunately, Zeng Yinyin is just an ordinary person. After being knocked down by a headbutt, she couldn't get up for a while, which gave Tan Wenbin time to adjust and adapt.

However, he had gotten used to it a little bit, but there were also corpses on the second floor.

The appearance of the mummy brought a gust of cold wind. Although there was obviously not much meat left on its body, it still carried a strong smell of decay.

This mummy belongs to Zeng Miaomiao.

She squatted down, pressed her skeleton down, and then with a "pop", she jumped into the air and fell behind Tan Wenbin.

A pair of bony hands, as sharp as a knife, slashed along the back of Tan Wenbin's neck.

"hiss!"

Tan Wenbin only felt a burning pain on the back of his neck. His skin and flesh had been broken, but the pain did not go deeper. There was no blood seeping out of the broken flesh and flesh, only dead skin emitting white mist.

If it were an ordinary person, this blow would be like cutting open a fish's belly, and everything inside would be taken out.

Tan Wenbin turned around and punched Zeng Miaomiao. Zeng Miaomiao dodged and jumped onto the dining table. Tan Wenbin punched her again, and Zeng Miaomiao dodged again.

"boom!"

The dining table was smashed into pieces by Tan Wenbin's punch.

Tan Wenbin was stunned for a moment. He himself didn't expect that he could have such great strength now!
Zeng Miaomiao gathered her strength and jumped up again.

She seemed to be afraid of Tan Wenbin's strength at this time, and chose to attack from behind again.

But Tan Wenbin is a typical "pig running away" who has seen many things. Although he is not good at anything, he can still imitate a few "pig grunts".

After suffering a loss, Tan Wenbin leaned forward, straightened his waist, and lifted one leg, which was a bit like the action of fancy shuttlecock kicking. It was also a move against flexible dead fall.

Most of the dead enemies are generally not very smart, and are even worse than wild beasts. Some dead enemies known for their flexibility will often choose to sneak up on you from behind once they find that they are restricted from the front.

Wei Zhengdao had already studied them thoroughly in his books.

Zeng Miaomiao, who jumped behind him and was about to fall, bumped directly into Tan Wenbin's raised foot.

With her tiny frame and only a little skin left, she was by no means thick-skinned, and she was kicked out immediately, hitting the beam and falling down quickly.

However, it is small and agile. When it landed on the ground, it turned over quickly like a spider, and landed on all fours. Its little head was still raised high, and its squinty eyes kept flashing.

The next moment, Zeng Miaomiao began to move sideways quickly, and Tan Wenbin kept watching her turn her body.

Suddenly, Zeng Miaomiao pulled back against the trend, as if avoiding Tan Wenbin's attention by inertia, and then pounced forward, with her arms like two sharp pliers, stabbing towards Tan Wenbin's abdomen.

After losing his target, Tan Wenbin fell on his back, then grabbed with his hands and kicked with his legs.

His legs kicked in the air, but his left hand actually grabbed something. Then he flipped sideways and smashed it hard on the ground.

"Pop!" "Pap!" "Pap!"

Like the drum of a washing machine, it keeps tumbling and hitting.

Although the posture was not good-looking, the quantity was large and filling, and Tan Wenbin finally experienced the joy of Runsheng.

The same moves, when performed by people with different strength bases, will have completely different effects.

"Crack!"

Zeng Miaomiao's arm was broken, and the remaining part flew out and hit the wall. When it fell, cracks appeared on her body and the joints were twisted.

Tan Wenbin got up from the ground and looked at the piece of arm in his hand. It was like a dead stick. Just as he was about to swing it as a weapon, the arm turned into dust and fell off.

Tan Wenbin opened his mouth and exhaled, and white mist came out. In the past, he exhaled hot air in the middle of winter, but now he exhaled cold air in the middle of summer.

The wound on the back of the neck gradually turned from white to purple.

Just then, the voice of Grandma Zeng came from the second floor:

"who are you?"

Tan Wenbin raised his head and answered without hesitation:
"The 108th generation descendant of Master Zhang Tianshi from Mount Longhu!"

There was no response from the second floor.

Tan Wenbin knew that he could not waste time, so he simply picked up a bench and prepared to continue to deal with the mutilated corpse.

Unexpectedly, Zeng Miaomiao didn't dare to move forward and started to hide around the house.

Tan Wenbin chased for a while and realized that he couldn't continue like this, so when he passed by Zeng Yinyin, who had just climbed up, he threw a bench at her.

The bench broke into pieces, and Zeng Yinyin fell down again with blood all over her head.

Immediately afterwards, Tan Wenbin stopped playing the cat and mouse game, and first walked out of the kitchen and came to the living room. He did not rush to go up to the second floor, but ran to his bedroom. Otherwise, his backpack was still there.

While running, there was a slight noise coming from the roof. Tan Wenbin looked up and found that the second mummy was crawling above his head with one hand and holding a crutch in the other hand.

Ignoring her and continuing to run, Tan Wenbin leaped into the room, flipped sideways, and came to the backpack.

Just at this time, Grandma Zeng also caught up, fell down, and smashed the cane in Tan Wenbin's face.

"boom!"

Tan Wenbin pulled out the Yellow River Shovel, stretched it out, and used the shovel body to block the attack.

Grandma Zeng was blown away and landed on the cabinet.

Tan Wenbin staggered, his facial expression distorted, and he felt as if the strength was gradually leaving him.

Without hesitation, he tore off the blackened sealing symbol on his forehead and replaced it with two new ones, one on his forehead and the other on his chest.

"Buzz!"

The ghost husband, who was about to escape, stuck close to Binbin again.

Looking down, Tan Wenbin discovered that veins were exposed under the skin of his arms, and his face was also covered with dense bulges.

After all, he is not a medium, nor does he use spirit mediums. He simply relies on some tricks to create the effect and forcibly bind himself to an evil spirit.

Lin Shuyou would get hurt every time he had a spirit possession, but that was just pure injury. Tan Wenbin was not like that. If he continued, his body might mutate and gradually develop into a half-human, half-corpse. This was still a good direction.

There is a high probability that your body will be completely ruined after playing with it, and you will fall seriously ill and die soon after.

Li Zhuiyuan originally kept a girl wearing high heels as a doorman in his dormitory, but that was just a formality and did not meet the high standards required of a righteous person.

And what Tan Wenbin is practicing now is the real evil method. No, I'm afraid even those who practice evil methods would have to admire him and praise him: Brother, you are so cruel to yourself!
"Hiss, wooooah!"

Tan Wenbin opened his mouth and made a suppressed sound in his throat. This was not intentional, but an instinctive reaction of being affected.

Then, he took out the Homecoming Net from his bag, intending to close the net and solve the problem.

But just as he habitually put his fingers into his pocket to press the ink, he felt his fingertips getting hot and experiencing an intense burning sensation.

"Ooooooh!"

The pain made Tan Wenbin quickly pull his hand out and wipe his fingers desperately on the mosquito net next to him.

Oh no, I’ve become a ghost!

Moreover, it is an evil spirit that carries the blood of a black dog with it.

Grandma Zeng rushed over again with her walking stick in her hand, and Tan Wenbin fought back with the Yellow River shovel.

This kind of mummy is only agile in speed, but in terms of real strength, it cannot compare to Tan Wenbin who is now possessed by a ghost husband. In addition, Tan Wenbin really has a set of moves in his mind, and he has a Yellow River shovel in his hand to match it. He quickly slapped Grandma Zeng out of the room with one shovel.

Tan Wenbin took advantage of the situation and chased him into the hall. The one-armed Zeng Miaomiao also rushed out to try to stop him, but was slapped away by Tan Wenbin with a shovel.

Another voice came from the second floor:
"Corpse fisherman?"

There is no way, the Yellow River shovel is the standard equipment for corpse retrievers.

Tan Wenbin didn't say anything to the other person at all, and just chased him with a shovel.

The two mummies could only be chased by him, and were hit by a shovel from time to time, and more and more dense cracks appeared on their bodies.

This feeling is really refreshing!
Tan Wenbin had never thought that one day he would be able to stand on his own!
As for the consequences, who has time to think about them when they are having fun?

But the other party seemed to be aware of his own shortcomings and began to argue with him, wasting his time.

This made Tan Wenbin extremely annoyed. He did have quite a few tools in his backpack, but the problem was that most of them had to be temporarily consecrated with black dog blood.

After chasing and beating for a while, Tan Wenbin realized that he couldn't keep going any longer. He would not gain any advantage if he continued wasting time, so he had to run away.

I couldn't go for a walk before because I had to stay in Zeng's house to get clues. Even though I knew there was something wrong with this family, I had to pretend and not take the initiative to ruin the atmosphere.

But now that the table has been overturned, the constraints on Xiaoyuan's plan and instructions have been lifted, and his freedom has been maximized.

Tan Wenbin wanted to run out, but as soon as he reached the door, it closed quickly.

He held the shovel and pretended to break down the door, but in fact he was gathering his strength again, waiting for them to come up and stop him.

Immediately, two sounds of wind were heard behind me, the one on the left was faster, and the one on the right was slower.

Tan Wenbin turned to the right, completely ignoring the fact that Grandma Zeng was coming over from the left and trying to hit him with her crutch. Instead, he raised the shovel with both hands and struck Zeng Miaomiao, whose arm was already broken, with all his strength!
"Snapped!"

Zeng Miaomiao raised her one arm to resist, but her body was already broken in many places, and her one arm was also broken at this time. The shovel, with no less force, hit her head.

With a crisp sound, the head exploded like a walnut kernel.

The mummy fell down completely and stopped struggling.

It is better to cut off one of his fingers than to hurt ten of them.

Brother Yuan Zi once said that the wisdom of most evil spirits generally belongs to the stage of "how cunning and cunning beasts are".

This is why Wei Zhengdao emphasized in his book that the Xuanmen people who have turned into dead are the most difficult to deal with. Not only will this kind of dead person retain some of the means they used in life, but more importantly, they may also understand your routine.

Grandma Zeng's second crutch came and hit Tan Wenbin's body again.

Tan Wenbin didn't feel much pain. After he raised the shovel and pushed it back, he felt a sense of emptiness and strength. His body involuntarily retreated continuously. Then he propped the shovel on the ground, lowered his head, and opened his mouth:
"vomit!"

What he vomited out was not the warm rice he had just eaten, but all black water.

Zeng Yinyin did not poison herself because she still wanted to use her body to better pleasure herself and her husband.

The reason why these things were vomited out means that Tan Wenbin's body is undergoing further transformation.

But just as he was vomiting, Tan Wenbin keenly noticed that his grandmother had stopped moving, and he did not take the opportunity to attack her. In addition, a scream was heard from the second floor.

The first half of the exclamation was in the voice of a young woman, while the second half was in the hoarse voice of an old lady.

In such shock, Zeng Miaomiao and Zeng Grandma's voices were mixed and disordered.

What's wrong? Can you still feel sympathy for me in this state?

Tan Wenbin looked down and found that his shovel was standing on the wellhead that was welded shut with iron sheets.

Oh, it turns out I was wrong!
In the afternoon, Tan Wenbin was in the yard, drinking tea, smoking, and observing the well for a long time.

The conclusion was that there was definitely something seriously wrong with the well, and perhaps some dirty stuff was hidden inside.

It turns out that I do have some skills, but not much.

He couldn't understand the formation, and had to recite the "multiplication formula" every time he entered the formation. But was this a matter of the formation? He had a complete pig brain.

How can a room full of dirty things still be dirty if it can be sealed?
Especially the other party’s current reaction, it really proves the saying that what the enemy opposes is what you should do.

Without any hesitation, Tan Wenbin, while he still had strength in his body, raised the shovel and smashed it down on the iron cover.

The force of the recoil was so strong that Tan Wenbin started to roll his eyes, but fortunately there was a result.

The iron sheet was broken, and when Tan Wenbin lifted the shovel, it was lifted up as well, exposing the wellhead completely.

Attached to the inside of the iron lid was a large piece of dead fish skin.

Tan Wenbin did not go up to the second floor to see the big fish with only half of its body left, otherwise he would have guessed that the well was sealed because the big fish consumed half of itself.

The well was opened, and a cool breath filled the room.

Tan Wenbin felt an intense burning pain, as if countless steel needles were stabbing him desperately.

With a "clang", the shovel slipped from his hands and he knelt down at the mouth of the well, wailing.

The same thing happened to Grandma Zeng. White light was emitted from the cracks in her bones, as if they were about to break.

The big fish on the second floor was struggling in pain.

The pile of small fish that were originally attached to Hu Yiwei to suck his blood broke away from his body one by one, turned over, revealing their white bellies, and died one after another.

When building most old houses, even those of ordinary people, attention is paid to the feng shui layout. Rich families or those who are knowledgeable about the subject are even more particular about this.

The Zeng family not only hid the dead body in their home, but also placed an altar on the second floor, proving that until now, at least up to the generation of Grandma Zeng, the family still had some stuff.

This is also the reason why the Zeng family can still have a bite of warm food now.

Unlike the Zheng family, which was completely wiped out early on.

As for the Xue family, there is actually nothing left. Li Zhuiyuan can even use the "immortal" method to induce Xue's father to celebrate his birthday early. And when the real ancestor appears in a dream, Xue's father's first reaction is disbelief.

Li Zhuiyuan's lack of perspective led to the lack of information. If he could fully grasp these, he would have to re-examine and analyze the uniqueness of the Xue family. After all, the Xue family can still eat hot meals now.

"Ah ah ah..."

Tan Wenbin had large areas of burn marks on his skin.

The protective formation of the Zeng family's old house gradually resumed operation, and its effect of suppressing evil things gradually became apparent.

Tan Wenbin tore off the two sealing talismans on his body. Previously, he was the one who tied the man up and wouldn't let him leave. Now Tan Wenbin just wanted him to get out of here as soon as possible.

But the ghost husband did not leave, and instead stuck closely to Tan Wenbin.

He was not a ghost, nor was he the chief of officials and generals. As an evil spirit in the countryside, he had been raped twice by Tan Wenbin before, and was now exhausted.

Not to mention that the formation in the house has been activated again, causing great damage to him. Even without this formation, the ghost husband has no ability to continue to harm Tan Wenbin.

All he could do was die together with Tan Wenbin.

However, he still underestimated the richness of Tan Wenbin's methods.

Tan Wenbin follows Brother Yuanzi and has seen a lot of things in this world.

He gritted his teeth, took out a talisman, and stuck it on himself.

The moment he got close to him, Tan Wenbin's body trembled and he vomited a lot of blood. Behind him, a black shadow emerged in a nearly realistic manner and then burst into flames.

At this time, the extremely weak ghost husband was simply unable to resist the power of the evil-breaking talisman.

"what……"

Without the ghost husband's entanglement, although Tan Wenbin was still uncomfortable, at least he was no longer specifically targeted by the formation.

Just then, he saw his great-grandmother, whose skin had been burnt off, actually walking towards the kitchen with a cane.

Tan Wenbin didn't know what she was going to do, but he knew he had to stop her from doing it.

Holding the Yellow River shovel again and propping himself up, Tan Wenbin also chased after his great-grandmother.

From the second floor, a very urgent voice came:
"Corpse collector, which pier are you sitting on?"

Tan Wenbin ignored him and continued walking.

"Corpse collector, please leave now. I have a generous gift for you, a secret manual of inheritance. Don't you want it?"

Tan Wenbin was covered in wounds, but he wanted to laugh when he heard this.

Do you lack secrets?

All the books that Brother Yuanzi had read were available for him to read at will, and he also saw from Book Friend Lin how well he ate.

He really doesn't lack secrets, what he lacks is the brains to read them.

"Corpse collector, you make a condition, just..." The other party stopped talking and said again, "Whatever you want, I can satisfy you."

"You think you're Aladdin's lamp!"

The fish on the second floor began to spit out bloody bubbles from its mouth, its eyes gradually turned gray, and its body slowly took on a cooked, fluffy feel.

It had great difficulty in getting into the Zeng family, and had a battle of wits and courage with the grandmother of the Zeng family. In the end, it was able to break into the Zeng family by bewitching Zeng Yinyin and making her its accomplice on the condition of helping her deceased husband to return to life.

But it also paid a huge price for this, and Zeng Yinyin's ghost husband also sincerely protected her, forcing it to slowly accumulate strength before attacking Zeng Yinyin.

At this time, the formation was opened again, and it was located inside the house, so it really had no ability to continue to seal it, and it was even difficult to resist.

Now there is only one thought in its mind, and that is to kill Zeng Yinyin and complete its mission. All members of the Zeng family must be killed!
In fact, it had the opportunity before. It could have taken advantage of the time when the ghost husband was possessed by the corpse fisherman to let the mummy kill Zeng Yinyin, but it didn't do so because if it did, the ghost husband would go crazy and help it to take revenge.

Although it is a fish, it has its own ambitions as long as conditions permit.

Grandma Zeng came to Zeng Yinyin with great difficulty. Zeng Yinyin had been knocked unconscious by a bench hit by Tan Wenbin. Although her head was bleeding, her chest was still heaving.

Grandma Zeng raised her walking stick and pointed the tip at Zeng Yinyin's chest.

"Snapped!"

The Yellow River shovel appeared in time and hit Grandma Zeng on the head. It wasn't very hard, but she was very fragile. After her head turned into powder, her body also turned into dust.

Tan Wenbin looked at Zeng Yinyin lying on the ground.

A weak voice came from the second floor:

"As long as there is a person left in my Zeng family, I will avenge today!"

Tan Wenbin turned around and cursed upwards:

"Do you fucking think I'm retarded?"

Tan Wenbin first took a rope and tied Zeng Yinyin's hands and feet, then tore off her clothes and bandaged her broken head to prevent her from dying from excessive blood loss.

After doing all this, Tan Wenbin stood up with difficulty, leaning on the Yellow River shovel, and went upstairs.

When I opened the door to the second floor, a strong smell of sesame oil hit me in the face.

"vomit……"

Tan Wenbin vomited and vomited black water again.

Why does this smell like the cooking I did during the special training a while ago?

Tan Wenbin did not rush in, but kept the door open while using a shovel to reach the window on the other side and pry it open.

Then he silently lifted up the corner of his blood-stained clothes and covered his mouth and nose.

After waiting for a while, the smell faded.

Tan Wenbin stood up and walked inside.

He saw Hu Yiwei lying on the ground with small wounds all over his body and a few small fish lying beside him.

Not to mention, the wound caused by biting the fish lips looks like a dense network of lipstick marks.

Tan Wenbin lowered his head to check and found that the person was still breathing, not dead, and his eyes were wide open and he was conscious.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Hu Yiwei moved his fingers. The paralyzing effect on his body was gradually fading away. It would probably take no time for him to recover.

"Just think of it as a nightmare. It will be fine after a good night's sleep. Forget it if you can. You've already earned it."

According to Brother Yuanzi's line of thought, you have to die here, and then Fan Shulin will come to find me.

Tan Wenbin looked at the dead fish on the ground. It now looked like it had just been steamed and served, except for some green onions, ginger and garlic.

Picking up a shovel, Tan Wenbin fiddled with it. Even though it was obviously dead, Tan Wenbin still considerately gave it a piece of separation of flesh and blood.

After doing all this, Tan Wenbin felt relieved and his whole body gradually lost strength. He wanted to go down the stairs, but because his legs were weak, he rolled down.

After rolling to the bottom, Tan Wenbin lay there, grabbing the shovel beside him, but he was unable to use the force to stand up.

At this time, a voice came from outside the house:

"Hahaha, let's enjoy the feast! Hahaha, let's enjoy the feast!"

Tan Wenbin glanced at the surroundings, rolled his eyes, and cursed:

"How dare you...steal my words."

"Squeak!"

The courtyard door was pushed open from the outside. The fish was dead, so the sealing effect of the door naturally disappeared.

The fool came in skipping and looked at Tan Wenbin.

Seeing this, Tan Wenbin gritted his teeth and tried to lift the shovel, but in the end he could only move the shovel to his chest.

Now, he is wary of everyone.

But the problem is that he really doesn't have the strength to fight now.

The fool entered the room, walked up to Tan Wenbin, bent down with a smile, put his face close to him, and while looking at Tan Wenbin carefully, he kept poking him all over with his hands.

"you……"

Tan Wenbin squeezed out the last bit of his strength, raised the shovel a little higher, then moved it sideways, grazed the fool's face, and then fell down dejectedly.

The intensity of this attack is no different from tickling.

But Tan Wenbin felt that he had resisted after all, and he had maintained his last dignity before his death. The fool said:

"A monster in human skin, a monster in human skin..."

Tan Wenbin's eyes changed, and his first reaction was:
"Brother Xiaoyuan?"

The fool continued: "I am a corpse retriever, I am a corpse retriever..."

"Did Brother Xiaoyuan ask you to come?"

Tan Wenbin felt relieved because his body was not picked up by others and this person was one of their own.

"Take me to Zhengmen Village and get that thing! Take me to Zhengmen Village and get that thing!"

"Okay, take me there..."

The fool bent down and carried Tan Wenbin on his back. Although he was foolish, he was very strong.

Just as he was about to leave, Tan Wenbin on his back reminded him, "Shovel..."

The fool picked up the Yellow River shovel and was about to walk out again when he heard a voice from behind:
"The mountaineering bag in the house, the bag..."

The fool followed the instructions, walked into the room and picked up the backpack.

This time, the fool thought he could leave, but just as he reached the door, he heard another voice behind him:

"The woman in the kitchen... take her along..."

After saying this, Tan Wenbin fainted.

He didn't know what the woman's specific use was, but he believed that Brother Xiaoyuan should know.

Midnight,

A fool was walking in the alley, carrying a person on his back, holding a bag in his left hand, and dragging a woman with his right hand.

……

"Meng Meng, what are you going to do?"

"Never mind, help me open it, and pour it all on the ground."

"okay."

Zheng Jiayi opened the bags of snacks she bought from the canteen one by one and scattered them on the ground.

Yin Meng also piled the food she bought from her neighbors there.

This is the corner of the town, quite remote, with not many people around. If others saw us, they would probably point at us and scold us: You will be struck by lightning for wasting food like this!

After the food was spread out, Yin Meng took Zheng Jiayi to sit aside and wait quietly.

But no matter how long I waited, I never saw the person I was waiting for.

Yin Meng couldn't help but wonder if all the rats in this town had been eaten?
Last night, she hung from the beam and listened to the gnawing sounds coming from the two rooms.

In one night, this family of three would consume two bags of fertilizer containing mice. No matter how fertile the mice are, they probably cannot withstand such eating.

No wonder the Zheng family had to go into the mountains to catch mice.

"Ugh."

Yin Meng stroked his forehead and sighed.

She didn't sleep all night because the second half of the night was even crazier than the night before.

Three pairs of eyes kept looking into the room from every corner of the house, looking for any possible gaps.

It's no use shining a flashlight on someone. At first, he knew to avoid it, but later on, he just gave up and looked you in the face with the flashlight, deliberately rolling his eyes.

Yin Meng actually wanted them to take action first, so that she would have a reason to tear apart this false atmosphere and fight back.

But when it was dawn, the family of three retreated and did not rush in to attack.

But judging from the changes in the process, they will definitely rush in tonight.

"Hahaha, let's enjoy the feast! Hahaha, let's enjoy the feast!"

At this time, a fool with disheveled hair and wearing a torn cotton coat ran out, went straight to the food on the ground, picked it up and put it into his mouth.

"Hey..." Zheng Jiayi wanted to speak out to stop him.

Yin Meng picked up the remaining snacks in the bag, walked over and handed them to the fool.

“The ground is dirty.”

The fool looked at the little bit in the bag, then looked at the much bit on the ground, shook his head, and then continued to eat what was on the ground with his head down.

"Eat this!"

Yin Meng opened the bag and handed it to the fool, but the fool waved his hand and refused.

"Eat this first!"

Yin Meng raised her voice louder, scaring the fool so much that he shivered. He had no choice but to raise his head, take the food from the bag and start eating.

Zheng Jiayi asked in a low voice: "Mengmeng, do you know him?"

Yin Meng asked back: "Shouldn't I be the one asking you this?"

Zheng Jiayi waved her hands and said, "I don't come back very often."

"That's the village guard. Almost every village has such a person."

In the past, such people with damaged brains were very common in the village due to various reasons such as lack of attention from parents and inadequate medical conditions.

As they grow older, their family members either grow old or pass away, and they gradually lose people to take care of them. Many of these people are abandoned early and become wanderers.

Village Guardian is a title that carries with it good wishes. Although there are certainly some gifted individuals, where the line between genius and fool is not clear, the vast majority of them are really just fools.

The titles given to them and the various mythological roles they play are a tacit agreement that binds them to the village.

From another perspective, the fact that there are people who guard the village and that they can live healthily proves that the village's basic living standards have reached a certain level. At the same time, the folk customs must be simple, which is in line with the villagers' simple desire for a better life.

Yin Meng didn't think she had met a "treasure" at first, but as the fool was eating, a "chi chi" sound was heard nearby, and more and more mice appeared from nowhere and started eating the food on the ground. Yin Meng's eyes changed when she looked at the fool.

It seemed like I really met a "village guardian".

The mouse was attracted, and Yin Meng started to work.

"Jiayi, open the bag."

"Okay." Zheng Jiayi opened the bag of fertilizer in her hand.

"Don't shake your hands, just bear with it."

"it is good!"

Yin Meng pulled out the whip, swung it and then pulled it back. A mouse was rolled up by the whip and thrown into the fertilizer bag.

One, two, three, four...

Zheng Jiayi had already closed her eyes and her hands were shaking, but she was still holding up the increasingly heavy fertilizer bags.

"All right."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Jiayi opened her eyes, looked down and saw a bunch of rats crawling on their companions in the bag. She felt her stomach begin to twitch.

Yin Meng took the bag, tied it up with a rope, and then carried the bag on her shoulder.

"gone."

"Okay, Mengmeng." Zheng Jiayi wanted to get close to Yin Meng like she did before, but looking at the bag that was constantly swelling, she still kept a little distance away.

When passing by the fool, Yin Meng stopped, looked at him again, and said:
"Thanks."

The fool seemed not to hear and continued eating what was in his hand.

Yin Meng did not go home directly, but stopped in front of a private house, took out some money, hoping that the other party could lend her the kitchen and some ingredients so that she could cook a dish and take it away.

The host was very polite and asked Yin Meng to stay for dinner without charging any money.

Yin Meng refused the invitation and insisted on paying, but the host still refused to accept it. After helping Yin Meng light the stove, she brought out the lard can and pointed to the condiments on the table and the dishes in the cabinet, signaling Yin Meng to use them as she pleased.

Yin Meng really did it casually. She took down all the smoked bacon hanging on the beam, without washing it, and just cut it and poured it into the pot.

The host's expression finally changed.

Yin Meng took out the money again and asked if it was enough.

This time, the host accepted it with an embarrassed look on his face, and kept saying "Enough, enough, too much."

This time, the special training had just ended, and she and Runsheng followed Xiaoyuan to the river. Normally, they would go back to the school store to help after the special training.

She and Runsheng are both people who have lived a life of hardship, and making money itself can bring them happiness.

Zheng Jiayi put the rat bag aside, then happily went to the back to help light the stove, and said with a smile:

"Every time I go back to my hometown, I love to cook on this stove. It's so fun."

Yin Meng said as she stir-fried the food: "When you have to cook on the stove every day, it won't be fun anymore."

After moving to the city, she still liked the gas stove, but unfortunately Runsheng did not allow her to enter the small kitchen in the basement of the store. When the two of them had supper at night, Runsheng would cook for her and would not let her interfere, even for salt and MSG.

Even her master, Aunt Liu, praised her after tasting the dishes she cooked: "Meng Meng, you are so lucky to be a young lady."

He added another sentence at the end:
"If I had your cooking skills, the old lady would be reluctant to let me cook for fear of fuming my face and dirtying my hands."

In fact, there is still half a sentence left out, which is:
"I'm more afraid it will cost her life."

While Yin Meng was frying, she started cutting vegetables, pouring them into the pot and frying again. Then, she started adding seasonings when she thought they were right. During this time, she took out a bunch of small bottles and jars from her pocket and added them in. Finally, she thickened the dish with starch.

"Okay, stop burning it."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Jiayi immediately stood up and walked to the stove, facing this pot of food that looked terrible and had more colors than a rainbow.

Praising:
"Wow, it smells so good, Mengmeng you are so awesome!"

Yin Meng's lips curled up slightly.

This was the first time someone praised her cooking skills while she was cooking.

"I'll have a taste first."

Zheng Jiayi picked up the chopsticks and wanted to get a piece to taste.

She is the one who cooks the food, and it burns very brightly. No matter how strange the dish is, the ingredients are always cooked.

"Snapped!"

Zheng Jiayi's chopsticks were knocked down by Yin Meng.

"Don't eat, just live well and continue to praise me."

Yin Meng enjoys the feeling of cooking, but she is not so crazy as to think that the dishes she cooks are suitable for eating by herself.

The bowl was not big enough, so Yin Meng planned to buy a spoon and a small jar from the host.

The host waved her hands and refused to take the money, saying that they were worthless things and she could just use them. At worst, she could go to Old Zheng's house to get them back in a couple of days.

Yin Meng put the delicious food she had made herself into the jar, and then left some money before leaving.

Back at Lao Zheng's house, I put the jar and the fertilizer bag under the bed.

At dusk.

Yin Meng stood at the window by the stairs on the second floor, watching the three members of the Zheng family go home one by one.

Everyone carried a fertilizer bag on their shoulders, but they were obviously much smaller.

It was night time, and Zheng Jiayi, who was supposed to be sleeping, sat on a chair in front of the dressing table, not daring to go to bed.

"go to bed."

"Meng Meng, I'm not sleepy."

"obedient."

"okay."

Zheng Jiayi got on the bed and hugged her knees with her hands. When she thought about the big bag of mice under the bed, she really couldn't lie down.

"Meng Meng, aren't you coming up to sleep?"

"I'll be in a minute."

Yin Meng stood at the door.

Late at night.

The sound of gnawing was heard outside again. It's time for dinner at the Zheng family.

Only this time, the sound didn't last long.

Yin Meng walked back to the bed and sat down.

She didn't pretend to sleep, but even so, an eye appeared in the gap between the beams above her, eyes also appeared on the wall, and an eyeball was also moving in the round hole in the floor under her feet.

The three of them were like geckos, clinging or clawing, trying their best to peek inside.

And this time, perhaps they were hungry and no longer satisfied, so they began to bite with their teeth and pry with their hands, trying to enlarge the gap for peeking.

"Meng Meng, what's that sound?"

"Don't worry about it."

Soon, they were no longer satisfied with this method, but became more direct. The door began to be pushed, and the voices of uncle, aunt and Daqiang came from outside:
"Jiayi, be good, open the door, auntie has something to tell you."

"Jiayi, open the door. Uncle wants you to say a few words to your father."

"Sister Jiayi, do you still remember when you came home to visit the graves and we played together when we were little?"

Zheng Jiayi didn't open the door. This time she felt something was wrong directly.

"Mengmeng, what's going on in my uncle's family?"

"Didn't you hear me?"

"They, they'll be okay, right?"

"fine."

"Huh..." Zheng Jiayi breathed a sigh of relief when she heard that.

"They're already dead."

Zheng Jiayi: “…”

"If you don't want your parents to become like them, help me pull the tank out from under the bed."

"it is good!"

Zheng Jiayi got off the bed and used both hands to pull the cylinder out.

Yin Meng untied the fertilizer bag and used a spoon to scoop the vegetables she had cooked from the jar into the bag, spoonful by spoonful.

The mice in the bag enjoyed their meal happily.

Finally, all the vegetables in the jar were scooped in, and the pushing of the door over there turned into banging on it.

The tables and chairs against the door are about to collapse.

"Go to bed."

"it is good."

Zheng Jiayi obediently returned to bed.

"boom!"

The door of the room was pushed open, and only a big man was standing at the door.

Zheng Jiayi held the quilt in front of her: "Brother Daqiang...you..."

"Sister Jiayi, why didn't you open the door just now?"

After Zheng Daqiang finished speaking, he turned around. Behind him was his mother:
"Jiayi, you are not a good kid. You made me knock on the door for so long."

Zheng Daqiang turned back again, reached out, and tore off the skin on his face, revealing his uncle's face:

"Jiayi, you kept uncle waiting for a long time."

Yin Meng had long noticed the strangeness of this family of three. No wonder they only appeared individually, never in pairs, let alone in family photos.

Because they could only keep one person like a living person, and the other two were like leather clothes.

So, when they were talking in the house, they were sticking close to the door, and when they were eating mice, they were also sticking close to the door, because at that time they were like a piece of clothing, hanging behind the door.

Looking at Zheng Daqiang's actions, this was a real physical fallout.

Yin Meng breathed a sigh of relief, which meant that she no longer had to be restrained and could move freely.

She raised her foot and kicked the fertilizer bag over.

All of a sudden, the mice that had just had their snack swarmed out and crawled all over the floor.

Zheng Jiayi didn't scream this time because she had just seen a more terrifying scene. In comparison, the mouse was nothing.

The two human skins in front and behind the uncle separated from him, and like two paper men, they grabbed the mice on the ground and put them in their mouths to eat.

The uncle even knelt on the ground, hugged the mouse with his arms, held it in front of him, buried his whole face in it and started to eat it.

If you look closely, you can see that the eyes of these mice have changed color, and some have stripes on their bellies or tails.

They ate happily, and while enjoying the delicious food, they did not forget to occasionally look up at the two people on the bed, as if silently saying, wait until they finish their meal, it will be your turn.

Yin Meng was waiting quietly. For the first time, she was full of expectations for her cooking skills.

"what!"

At this time, Zheng Daqiang couldn't bear it anymore. His thin body began to twist and the twisting became more and more intense, until it started to get tangled.

His mother was the same, her body was twisted into a knot.

But even at this point, they still continued to twist their bodies. Finally, there was the sound of skin breaking, and the two of them exploded like burst balloons, turning into a large number of fragments.

The uncle was stunned. He was covered in the face and body by his wife and son.

At this time, he also began to react. His body twitched and his mouth stretched open to an extremely exaggerated amplitude. As if that was not enough, he actually reached out and grabbed his upper and lower mouth and began to exert force.

"His..."

Like peeling a pomegranate, he opened his mouth completely.

"Pfft..."

A big fish jumped out, with a rat tail still in its mouth.

Yin Meng picked up the shovel and wanted to chop it.

The big fish blinked its eyes constantly, as if it was begging her to help end its pain, and even shed fish tears.

Yin Meng put away the shovel, took out a talisman to break the evil spirits, and stuffed it into the fish's mouth.

The big fish stopped trembling, but its body continued to swell.

Seeing this, Yin Meng pulled the dressing table over, then pulled Zheng Jiayi to her side, and the two hid behind the dressing table.

"boom!"

There was a loud bang, and wherever the pus had splashed, the walls, the floor, and even the dressing table in front of him, all showed varying degrees of corrosion.

Yin Meng breathed a sigh of relief, but Zheng Jiayi was a little distracted.

At this time, the fool's voice came from the yard:
"Hahaha, let's enjoy the feast! Hahaha, let's enjoy the feast!"

Yin Meng pulled Zheng Jiayi to the next room. When they opened the door, they saw a fish hook hanging behind the door.

She opened the window and looked at the idiot downstairs.

The fool jumped up and down and shouted:
"A monster in human skin! A monster in human skin!"

Yin Meng frowned: Is he going to die?

"I'm a corpse retriever! I'm a corpse retriever!"

When Yin Meng heard this, she immediately asked, "Did Brother Xiaoyuan ask you to come?"

"Take me to Zhengmen Village and fish it out! Take me to Zhengmen Village and fish it out!"

"Okay, I'll go with you right now!"

Yin Meng picked up her backpack and went downstairs. When she reached the courtyard, Zheng Jiayi chased after her: "Meng Meng, where are you going? I'll go with you. Can you let me follow you?"

"Jiayi, your parents are fine now, you can go home now."

"No, I don't dare to stay here alone, I don't dare to go back alone, please let me go with you, Mengmeng, please!"

She was really scared just now, and the only person she could rely on was Yin Meng.

"I can't take you away. Brother Xiaoyuan will be angry."

She knew that she couldn't be too soft-hearted. She could take care of her before, but now that everything was fine, she couldn't bring a "burden" to see Xiaoyuan.

"Meng Meng, please let me go with you."

Faced with Zheng Jiayi's pleading, Yin Meng felt very embarrassed, but then she changed her mind and thought that it would be the same if she asked her to go back when she saw Brother Xiaoyuan. The worst that could happen was that she would get glared at by Brother Xiaoyuan.

Finally, Yin Meng could only nod helplessly: "Okay, just follow me first."

"Yin Meng, you are so nice, thank you!"

Midnight,

The fool walked in front, singing and dancing, and behind him, two young girls followed silently.

……

"Is Uncle Xue okay?"

Li Zhuiyuan was preparing new red ink using the blood he had just taken from Xue's father.

"Don't worry, Xiaoyuan, it's okay, just get some sleep and you'll be fine. I was very gentle."

"Ah."

Li Zhuiyuan made the red ink and put it in his bag. Before leaving, he went to Xue's father's room to check and confirmed that what Runsheng said was correct, that Xue's father was sleeping soundly.

The wound on the palm of his hand was also carefully bandaged.

Li Zhuiyuan put his hand on Runsheng's shoulder, and Runsheng carried him on his back. The two of them went up to the roof and then jumped over the courtyard wall from the roof without disturbing Xue Ma and the relatives and neighbors downstairs.

However, he left a letter saying that he had a sudden inspiration and was going to go sketching, and thanked him for the hospitality and asked not to worry about him.

As soon as he landed outside the house, the fool ran over happily while eating candy, holding up three fingers with both hands, and waved at Li Zhuiyuan and said with a smile:
"I'm a corpse collector! I'm a corpse collector!"

Li Zhuiyuan said: "You are the village guardian."

"I am a village defender, I am a village defender!"

"This town is lucky to have you."

The fool walked forward with a smile on his face, and Li Zhuiyuan followed behind.

Runsheng came forward and asked, "Xiaoyuan, what about Binbin and Mengmeng?"

Li Zhuiyuan pointed at the three fingers the idiot was still holding up:
“He’s leading the way for all of us.”

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