fairy family

Chapter 56: Insulting Mother, Deep-Fried Master

When Yu Que and others rode on the ghost carriage, driving towards the outside of the city with excitement and nervousness.

In front of the gate outside the county school, the crowd had thinned out after two exams.

The candidates walked out one by one cursing and screaming in pain, and the crowd and vendors watching outside burst into cheers as if they had watched the last monkey show, and then dispersed.

In the end, those who should go home go home, those who should go out to drink go out, those who should go to the clinic go to the clinic, and those who should go to the crematorium go to the crematorium.

Fang Mulian gathered his sleeves and tied up his head. He leaned against a wall, kicking the stones on the ground with his feet, and occasionally looked up at the gate of the county school.

It was not until all the candidates for the martial arts examination had left and the county school creaked shut its doors that Fang Mulian's numb face showed a change of expression.

Closing the door means the third level of the exam will begin, which will last at least until dawn, and may even last two or three days longer.

Now, everyone who is still lingering outside can disperse completely.

"Come on, let's have some tea!"

Only a few people who were sure that their relatives and friends had entered the third level were still lingering there.

But they no longer waited at the gate of the county school. Instead, they walked in groups of three or five, happily into roadside stalls and tea and wine shops, waiting with great anticipation.

"Haha! Brother, you are so lucky. Both your son and daughter have entered the third level. Now, someone will definitely make the list!"

Fang Mulian's eyes were dim, and he was like a drowned dog. He crawled out of the corner tremblingly and walked on the street without knowing where to go.

When he came to his senses again, he found that he was heading in the direction of home.

Realizing this, Fang Mulian became frightened. He quickly put his head back, turned around and walked somewhere else.

But after walking around, he seemed to have encountered a ghost wall and walked back to the same place.

Fang Mulian realized that she had nowhere to go, and subconsciously thought of Zheng Lao's black ghost shop, which she didn't want to go to even more.

With a conflicted and even ferocious look on his face, he finally avoided going home. Not wanting to see his mother, he walked towards Zheng Lao's black ghost shop.

They stopped and walked along the way, and encountered a late-night ghost car on the road. Fang Mulian did not choose to get on it, but relied on her own legs to walk to the door of the ghost shop.

Two lantern monsters are hanging on the door of the haunted shop. There are no customers tonight, and they are squinting their eyes as if they are sleepy.

When Fang Mulian walked to the threshold, the two lantern monsters raised their eyelids, glanced at Fang Mulian, and then, without even bothering to utter a word, let him in.

For some reason, Fang Mulian opened and closed the door very cautiously, not as quick and diligent as usual. He just wanted to find a hiding place and nestle, but he didn't want Zheng Laohei to find out that he came to work.

Just as she heard some rustling sounds, Fang Mulian walked to the front hall and suddenly heard bursts of groaning sounds in her ears.

"You bitch! Tell me, are you a bitch or not!"

There was also the sound of Zheng Laohei scolding, as if he had eaten shit in his mouth and kept chattering. There were also bursts of crying sounds.

Upon hearing the noise, Fang Mulian knew that she had come at a wrong time, as Master Zheng was in the process of subduing the female demon.

He moved even more cautiously, walking through the front hall and heading towards his backyard.

But when he walked to the counter, he seemed to be aware of something for some reason, so he paused and did not rush over.

At this time, a figure climbed up from under the counter. The other person was lying on the counter with a frown and painful look on his face.

The woman sobbed, "I am a whore, a whore...ah, Mulian!"

The female demon who was being subdued by Master Zheng suddenly looked up and saw Fang Mulian standing still, and she screamed immediately.

Zheng Laohei, with his short and stocky body, swayed behind the counter like a tumbler, behaving in an extremely vulgar manner.

He heard the demon girl yelling and laughing: "Good yelling! Yell more..."

"You, you!" Zheng Laohei raised his eyes and was also stunned. He saw Fang Mulian standing there in a daze.

But this fellow calmed down, and there was no sign of nervousness on his dark red face. Instead, he asked in surprise and doubt:
"You, you came back from the county exam a long time ago... and you didn't even pass the second exam?"

Zheng Laohei seemed extremely surprised about Fang Mulian's return, even more surprised than Fang Mulian's mother.

But he was only surprised for a moment, then he suddenly straightened his body and scolded Fang Mulian: "You bastard, get out of here and go back to the backyard!"

The woman under the other person screamed, then trembled all over and buried her head in her black hair.

The trembling woman tried to pick up the clothes beside her, but Zheng Laohei grabbed her neck and she could not struggle.

Zheng Laohei panted heavily, leaned behind the woman's ear, and whispered excitedly:
"Good boy, if you don't miss your precious son, just quit your job."

Fang Mulian widened her eyes, looked at the step in front of her in disbelief, and stepped back subconsciously.

The front hall of the haunted inn, where he had tried every means to stay as long as possible, now turned into a ghost cave in his eyes where evil spirits were ferocious, roaring and whispering, making him feel cold all over and at a loss.

At last.

He seemed to be sleepwalking and had no idea when and how he walked out of the front hall, came to the backyard, and squatted in front of the frying pan.

Feeling cold all over, Fang Mulian was dazed, and unknowingly crawled to the bottom of the pot and started a fire in the backyard.

He hid in front of the stove downstairs and used the raging fire to keep warm, but his body was still shaking.

As soon as Fang Mulian closed her eyes, the overlapping and horrifying images of black and white would appear in front of her eyes.

His face was in pain, the corners of his mouth were stiff, and he finally wailed: "Mom, mom, I'm sorry!"

Now, Fang Mulian finally understood.

Why is it that in recent years, my mother has come to see him from time to time, but he is always nowhere to be seen?

Compared with the past, my mother has been bedridden more often in recent years, but we don’t know what illness she has and she will be fine after hiding in the house for a day or two.

He thought it was because his mother was tired from working hard.

It happened that when my mother was sick, Zheng Laohei was in the haunted shop. Although he was very nice to him, he was definitely not too harsh or picky.

There were many times later when Fang Mulian even had the unrighteous thought that if his mother got a few more strange illnesses and stayed at home more often, would he be able to have more free time?

Thinking back on all these things now, Fang Mulian felt even colder, trembling all over, unable to even hold a piece of firewood.

He muttered numbly to himself: "I should have known, I should have known it long ago..."

Looking at the raging fire in the stove, his voice changed from low to high, from self-pity to hatred. He not only resented himself, but even resented his mother out of shame. His face was as distorted as the fire and looked extremely weird.

Thinking of everything that happened in the county examination, Fang Mulian's eyes were filled with despair.

He stared straight at the fire, unconsciously moving closer. The flames in the furnace would pop out from time to time and lick his face.

The flames singed his hair and blackened his cheeks, burning them.

But he didn't feel any pain at all. Instead, he was getting closer and closer to the fire like a moth to a flame.

At this moment, Fang Mulian's eyes were shining, red, and burning with fire.

He felt that if he only fell forward, gritted his teeth and kept silent, all the pain in his life would be over at once, and he would never feel pain again.

He no longer had to face his own mother or deal with that disgusting Zheng Laohei.

But suddenly, when Fang Mulian was about to dive into the fire, a sobbing voice called out in his ears: "Mulian, Mulian!"

The voice was like a cat's meow, trembling, and a tone he had never heard before, but it was his mother's voice.

Fang Mulian turned back hesitantly. He lay on the stove like a dog, looking back blankly. But he didn't dare to go forward to answer the voice. He let the voice call him more than ten times, but he didn't dare to go out.

"Master Zheng, Mulian is an introverted child. Thank you for your concern." The woman on the ground lowered her head and spoke in a flattering manner. She chattered for a while before leaving.

Zheng Laohei responded lazily in the yard. When the woman walked out of the door, he suddenly opened his eyes and shouted:
"Fang Mulian, get out here!"

The fellow cursed, "Who the hell told you to light the stove? You're wasting my firewood.

If your mother hadn't served me well just now, I would have peeled your skin off and burned it as firewood."

Fang Mulian, who had just been called by her mother but did not dare to come out, was now scolded by Zheng Laohei. She did not dare to hesitate and immediately crawled out from the ground and stood trembling in front of Zheng Laohei.

"Master, I, I was wrong." He fell to his knees on the ground, not daring to look up.

When Zheng Laohei saw his look, a surprised smile suddenly appeared on his originally impatient face.

The fellow laughed loudly: "Good kneeling, I have been your father for many years for free, and I have taught you for so long, so I am half your real father."

"Raise your head." Zheng Laohei pointed at Fang Mulian and shouted:

"Call me dad, and I'll forgive you!"

Fang Mulian raised his head in fear, his face flushed, but under the pressure of the other party's glare, he actually lowered his head and called out, "Dad."

This time, Zheng Laohei became even more excited. He circled around Fang Mulian like an old dog, and slapped his thigh hard. He seemed to be regretting something, and looked towards the front hall with regret.

"Scream louder!"

"father!"

"Louder."

"Dad, Dad!" Fang Mulian hit his head, his body and mind seemed to be completely broken. He kowtowed to Zheng Laohei three times and could not get up.

Zheng Laohei was excited for a while, then his face became kind. He squatted down, stroked Fang Mulian's head like a dog, and said gently: "Okay, call me daddy, daddy won't blame you for boiling the oil in the pot."

The fellow sighed, "I have no children, you bastard, are no different from my son.

Since you have caught me today, I will bring your mother over some other day, and you two will live with me."

Fang Mulian sobbed all over when she heard this, not because she was excited or something else.

But in Zheng Laohei's opinion, the little dog must be extremely happy.

This fellow pinched his beard, squinted his eyes and looked around, then changed the subject and said:

"Now that the oil pan is burning, firewood, corpse oil, etc. can't be wasted. If you can't manage the household frugally, my family property will be ruined by you sooner or later."

Zheng Laohei pulled Fang Mulian up from the ground, pointed at the several large jars of ghosts and gods next to the oil pan, and ordered:
"You are on leave today to take the county exam, so we were originally planning to finish this batch of goods in the next few days. But since you are back and have lit the stove, let's work overtime and finish this batch of goods together."

This guy was driving Fang Mulian. Seeing that Fang Mulian had remained silent and not as smart as before, he paused and said temptingly:

"If you work well today, I will take you to the front hall to show you how to deal with the fried stuff."

At this time, Fang Mulian finally became a little angry. He nodded woodenly and took the initiative to hold the ghost jars placed on his left and right.

But then, something happened that made Zheng Laohei angry.

For some reason, Fang Mulian was clumsy today and messed up two jars of ghost things in a row, which made Zheng Laohei so angry that he started cursing and was furious.

Fang Mulian fried the last jar of ghost creature into a half-cooked state, and even the jar was broken by the edge of the oil pan.

Ghosts came out of it, and could only be released but not taken in. They were sticky and looked like a large piece of rice cake, frying back and forth in the oil pan.

"Trash!"

Zheng Laohei was furious. He quickly pushed Fang Mulian away, rolled up his sleeves, ran into the wok himself, and then stirred the boiling oil with a grin to cook the half-cooked fried dough sticks.

While dealing with it, Zheng Laohei cursed: "You are such a vicious kid, you have wasted my life!
Even if I sell you and your slutty mother and make you work as a duck or a hens, it still won’t make up for our deficit.”

Fang Mulian stood behind this guy and finally spoke:
"Don't you dare scold my mother?"

Zheng Laohei had his back to Fang Mulian, feeling extremely distressed about his two ghosts, so he had no time to care about him.

The fellow continued to curse:

"How dare you talk back? I was so stupid that I accepted you as my apprentice!"

Zheng Laohei shook his body and suddenly waved his hands: "Come and help me quickly, I'm a little weak, I was shaking too much on your mother just now..."

Bang!
Zheng Laohei's words came to an abrupt end before he could finish them.

He stood still, covered the back of his head, and turned to look at Fang Mulian in disbelief.
Fang Mulian had a blank expression on her face. She was holding a long black iron spoon in her hand, which was used to stir the oil in the pan. The mouth of the spoon was as big as a bowl. She was staring at the other person.

Zheng Laohei looked stunned and his expression was stiff. He touched the back of his head, then put his hands in front of him and looked at himself. Suddenly, his pupils shrank.

Sizzle, sizzle, drops of blood flowed from his head, making a sizzling sound in the oil pan.

"You, you..." Zheng Laohei pointed at Fang Mulian tremblingly, with gray eyes surging.

But before he could utter a few words, he was greeted by Fang Mulian's lifeless eyes.

There was another bang.

The dark iron spoon hit Zheng Laohei's face hard again, knocking out his teeth. His body fell and rolled in the oil pan, and he screamed in pain:
"Ah!"

With a hissing sound.

Zheng Laohei's body was covered in blood, and his body was indeed weak. He couldn't even activate the spirit in his body, and his ghost energy was still being dissipated by the oil pan.

The guy was struggling in the boiling oil and was entangled by the half-cooked fried dough sticks. He immediately screamed: "Help me, help me!"

Fang Mulian stood beside the oil pan, looking at the scene in the pan with extremely strange eyes.

Fang Mulian didn't say anything, but every time Zheng Laohei tried to climb out of the frying pan, he would take action and hit the other's head with an iron spoon, making a banging sound.

The harder the other person struggled, the harder he hit him.

When Zheng Laohei's skull was shattered and his brains were smashed out, they were fried into tofu in the frying pan.

Fang Mulian then stopped hesitantly, and the iron spoon in her hand fell to the ground with a clang. She stepped back several steps with a look of horror on her face.

Wow!

At this time, Zheng Laohei's ghost suddenly jumped out of the oil pan again, his face full of despair and grief:
"You killed me, you killed me!"

The beast cried and was about to pounce on Fang Mulian to take revenge.

But he was only a ninth-rank cultivator, the kind who had no desire to make progress. He was old and weak, his soul was rotten and his spirit was decayed, and his yin spirit was just a ninth-rank quality.

At this moment, he turned into a ghost and pounced on Fang Mulian, which was simply asking for trouble.

Fang Mulian didn't even need to think about it. She instinctively turned over, drooling, and hit Zheng Laohei's body. Then she grabbed him and fry him in the oil pan.

Ahhhhh!
In an instant, after Zheng Laohei's physical body died tragically, his soul also fell into the oil pan, wailing even more miserably than before.

Fang Mulian was holding this guy down, but he didn't care about the consumption of his energy at all. Although his face was pale, he was extremely excited.

Fang Mulian stared with eyes wide open, staring closely at the miserable image of Zheng Laohei, and tremblingly muttered to herself:
"Ghosts will die if they are blown up. People will die, too, too, if they are blown up... Haha!"

He laughed strangely, his face twisted with pleasure, and he couldn't help laughing madly.

(End of this chapter)