After pompom enters Hades
Chapter 18 18
Everyone present was shocked!
After all, eating ghosts is one thing, but eating gods is another... Even Zhang Yujin's expression changed, and he rushed over and gently took the pompom from the bewildered Xu Wei.
Xiao Zhu would feel drowsy if he sucked a ghost, and his teeth would hurt if he took a bite, so what if he swallowed the whole fairy all at once and something happened?
Sure enough, the pompom, who was yawning comfortably, began to cough violently, as if he had choked a jujube unsuspectingly:
"Puff! Puff! Puff..."
Zhang Yujin patted and comforted: "Spit it out, it will be fine!"
Amidst the panic-stricken chaos, an extremely faint old voice came out:
"Help, help...it's my little old man who doesn't have enough mana...from now on, all the earth escape techniques for the next hundred years will be free! Free!!!"
Following Zhang Yujin's hard pat, the little pompom spit out a little old man the size of a hand puppet.
This land old man was originally only one meter high, but now after being digested and absorbed by the pompom, there are less than twenty centimeters left. Coupled with that flushed round face, he looks like an auspicious clay figurine.
As a little fairy, the old man in the land was ashamed. He suddenly felt that the surrounding scenery was getting bigger, so he said badly. After he saw the uncontrollable expressions of the mortals, he guessed what happened .
The old man's anger was about to spurt out from his eyes, but seeing the little pompom that was close at hand seemed to have the tendency to yawn, the little old man suppressed his anger abruptly, and squeezed out a Laughing like a toothache:
"Last time it was the little old man who didn't have my mana, so I'm willing to bet and lose! It's just that the 5000 sticks of incense that I owed last time can be divided into 100 years to burn? If there is no incense in these [-] years..."
……
Five minutes later, the palm-sized little old man Kuhaha used his shrunk golden circle of light to escape four people and one pompom to the Miao Village Cultural Experience Village five times.
After the little old man tried his best to push the weighty ball out of the soil, he fell to the ground with a thud, and he lost all the strength to drill into the soil. It was the little pompom who kindly blew, and finally scraped the land master. Into the soil.
This is not so much a Miao village cultural experience village as it is just a village.
Row upon row of dilapidated houses on stilts are dotted among the dark green mountains, and the chickens and dogs bark in the early morning.It’s just that for some reason, the neatest rows of stilted buildings at the head of the village are covered with smoky ashes.
Zhang Yujin and the others stepped on the dewy muddy path, and finally found a slightly larger wooden building with the signboard of the Miao Village Resort.
A person came out from inside. After seeing several people from the Special Investigation Department, he was pleasantly surprised for a moment, and then warmly welcomed the arrival of several tourists.After a few conversations, I learned that this person is called Wang Xian, and he is the person in charge and tour guide of the village's tourism project.
A few people from the special mediation office have been working continuously for several days, and now they are already too sleepy, so they decided to ask about the situation here first, to see if there are any clues about the Blue Butterfly Gu and the enemy of the passengers who fell off the cliff, and then catch up on sleep during the day, and formally investigate the situation at night. After working hours, explore the village again.
But after Wang Xian heard that they were going to stay, he put on a bit of difficulty: "The room is not big enough these days."
It turns out that this cultural experience village is a Miao family village. Each family pooled some money and set up a collective project for tourism. Instead of building a hotel alone, they took the form of farmhouse and stayed in the wooden houses of the fellow villagers. In the building, to experience the culture of the Miao family... In fact, it is to save costs.
"There was a small accident in the village a few days ago, and several rows of wooden buildings were burned down. Now those houses are still renting in other people's houses." Wang Xian mentioned vaguely.
Zhang Yujin glanced at the wooden building in the distance: "Is it on fire?"
"No, no, it's not that serious." Wang Xiansheng was afraid that this rare business would fail, so he quickly explained:
"Old Liu fought with her daughter-in-law, and I don't know which tendon was wrong. In the middle of the night, he chased his daughter-in-law with a torch and burned it. The couple fought... and his daughter-in-law hid in another house. After chasing and hiding, she ran a few rows. The wooden buildings are all burned."
When Xiong Cheng behind heard this, he immediately became energetic: "Is the person alive?"
"Of course!" Wang Xian promised quickly: "The sparks on the firewood pile at the door were extinguished within ten minutes. The wooden house is still in good condition, but there are ashes from the smoke."
Xiong Cheng: "I'm asking, when Lao Liu chased and killed his wife, was he still alive?"
Wang Xian was frightened, and looked at the 1.9-meter tall man in front of him with crazy eyes: "If he is dead, can he run around and beat his wife?"
Xiong Cheng muttered in a low voice: "That's not necessarily..."
After 10 minutes, Xu Wei made Wang Xian believe that Xiong Cheng was mentally sound and just joking.Then a few people from the special mediation office went into the wooden house restaurant and ordered a large table for the expensive ones.
After looking at the more than 1000 yuan dishes, Wang Xian felt no dissatisfaction, so he enthusiastically volunteered to ask the fellow villagers in the village which one would be willing to receive this rare distinguished guest.
After a while, several large plates of dishes were served, such as Miaojia hot and sour salted fish, tender beef tendon with millet pepper, dry pot duck with mountain mushrooms...all of them are hot, sour, fresh and delicious dishes, which are good for dinner.
Xiong Cheng's eyes were straightened, he picked up the bowl and was about to pick up vegetables, but Xu Wei knocked off the chopsticks with a slap.
"Sister Xu Wei, what, what's the matter?" Xiong Cheng had no yin and yang eyes, and was suspicious all the way: "Is this dish made by a ghost?"
"Can you change it for me?" Xu Wei simply convinced Xiong Cheng's rich imagination: "It's a causal line, very weak, but it seems to be connected to..."
The little pompom had just gritted its teeth and swallowed another land master, and lost interest in the delicious food on this big table. Hearing this, he followed Xu Wei's fingers and looked curiously.
Among the dishes, there was indeed a trace of very thin pale golden lines, winding and winding towards... Zhang Yujin's direction.
But Zhang Yujin was not very surprised. He reached out and took out the soul nourishing box from his bosom and opened the lid. The faint golden thread was connecting to the ghosts of the mother and child.The case finally made progress!
Old Wu was swallowing greedily at the table, now he had to put down his chopsticks and pinch his fingers to make a fortune, then pointed to the golden thread regretfully and confirmed: "It's the cause and effect of life and death."
How dare Xiong Cheng move his chopsticks again: "There is poison in the dishes? Why poison such a good table of dishes? Just put some poison in the tea!"
Old Wu was still thinking about the hexagram, and murmured: "...But it's not quite right, it shouldn't be so light."
Xiong Cheng was surprised: "There is less poisoning?"
The five colleagues at this table have different fields of expertise, and the discussion is simply not right.
Old Wu glanced at Xiong Cheng with disdain: "What a mess, I mean, if it wasn't for the tragic and unjust death, the causal line would not be seen by our naked eyes. This line of life and death should not be the life and death of the mother and child... Eh, there is one for every table?"
Everyone looked carefully, and sure enough, there were a few faint golden threads on each wooden table.
From this point of view, this causal line does not seem to indicate the cause of death of the mother and son and the two ghosts, but it seems that the mother and son killed a person in a restaurant.
And this is obviously impossible!
After all, eating ghosts is one thing, but eating gods is another... Even Zhang Yujin's expression changed, and he rushed over and gently took the pompom from the bewildered Xu Wei.
Xiao Zhu would feel drowsy if he sucked a ghost, and his teeth would hurt if he took a bite, so what if he swallowed the whole fairy all at once and something happened?
Sure enough, the pompom, who was yawning comfortably, began to cough violently, as if he had choked a jujube unsuspectingly:
"Puff! Puff! Puff..."
Zhang Yujin patted and comforted: "Spit it out, it will be fine!"
Amidst the panic-stricken chaos, an extremely faint old voice came out:
"Help, help...it's my little old man who doesn't have enough mana...from now on, all the earth escape techniques for the next hundred years will be free! Free!!!"
Following Zhang Yujin's hard pat, the little pompom spit out a little old man the size of a hand puppet.
This land old man was originally only one meter high, but now after being digested and absorbed by the pompom, there are less than twenty centimeters left. Coupled with that flushed round face, he looks like an auspicious clay figurine.
As a little fairy, the old man in the land was ashamed. He suddenly felt that the surrounding scenery was getting bigger, so he said badly. After he saw the uncontrollable expressions of the mortals, he guessed what happened .
The old man's anger was about to spurt out from his eyes, but seeing the little pompom that was close at hand seemed to have the tendency to yawn, the little old man suppressed his anger abruptly, and squeezed out a Laughing like a toothache:
"Last time it was the little old man who didn't have my mana, so I'm willing to bet and lose! It's just that the 5000 sticks of incense that I owed last time can be divided into 100 years to burn? If there is no incense in these [-] years..."
……
Five minutes later, the palm-sized little old man Kuhaha used his shrunk golden circle of light to escape four people and one pompom to the Miao Village Cultural Experience Village five times.
After the little old man tried his best to push the weighty ball out of the soil, he fell to the ground with a thud, and he lost all the strength to drill into the soil. It was the little pompom who kindly blew, and finally scraped the land master. Into the soil.
This is not so much a Miao village cultural experience village as it is just a village.
Row upon row of dilapidated houses on stilts are dotted among the dark green mountains, and the chickens and dogs bark in the early morning.It’s just that for some reason, the neatest rows of stilted buildings at the head of the village are covered with smoky ashes.
Zhang Yujin and the others stepped on the dewy muddy path, and finally found a slightly larger wooden building with the signboard of the Miao Village Resort.
A person came out from inside. After seeing several people from the Special Investigation Department, he was pleasantly surprised for a moment, and then warmly welcomed the arrival of several tourists.After a few conversations, I learned that this person is called Wang Xian, and he is the person in charge and tour guide of the village's tourism project.
A few people from the special mediation office have been working continuously for several days, and now they are already too sleepy, so they decided to ask about the situation here first, to see if there are any clues about the Blue Butterfly Gu and the enemy of the passengers who fell off the cliff, and then catch up on sleep during the day, and formally investigate the situation at night. After working hours, explore the village again.
But after Wang Xian heard that they were going to stay, he put on a bit of difficulty: "The room is not big enough these days."
It turns out that this cultural experience village is a Miao family village. Each family pooled some money and set up a collective project for tourism. Instead of building a hotel alone, they took the form of farmhouse and stayed in the wooden houses of the fellow villagers. In the building, to experience the culture of the Miao family... In fact, it is to save costs.
"There was a small accident in the village a few days ago, and several rows of wooden buildings were burned down. Now those houses are still renting in other people's houses." Wang Xian mentioned vaguely.
Zhang Yujin glanced at the wooden building in the distance: "Is it on fire?"
"No, no, it's not that serious." Wang Xiansheng was afraid that this rare business would fail, so he quickly explained:
"Old Liu fought with her daughter-in-law, and I don't know which tendon was wrong. In the middle of the night, he chased his daughter-in-law with a torch and burned it. The couple fought... and his daughter-in-law hid in another house. After chasing and hiding, she ran a few rows. The wooden buildings are all burned."
When Xiong Cheng behind heard this, he immediately became energetic: "Is the person alive?"
"Of course!" Wang Xian promised quickly: "The sparks on the firewood pile at the door were extinguished within ten minutes. The wooden house is still in good condition, but there are ashes from the smoke."
Xiong Cheng: "I'm asking, when Lao Liu chased and killed his wife, was he still alive?"
Wang Xian was frightened, and looked at the 1.9-meter tall man in front of him with crazy eyes: "If he is dead, can he run around and beat his wife?"
Xiong Cheng muttered in a low voice: "That's not necessarily..."
After 10 minutes, Xu Wei made Wang Xian believe that Xiong Cheng was mentally sound and just joking.Then a few people from the special mediation office went into the wooden house restaurant and ordered a large table for the expensive ones.
After looking at the more than 1000 yuan dishes, Wang Xian felt no dissatisfaction, so he enthusiastically volunteered to ask the fellow villagers in the village which one would be willing to receive this rare distinguished guest.
After a while, several large plates of dishes were served, such as Miaojia hot and sour salted fish, tender beef tendon with millet pepper, dry pot duck with mountain mushrooms...all of them are hot, sour, fresh and delicious dishes, which are good for dinner.
Xiong Cheng's eyes were straightened, he picked up the bowl and was about to pick up vegetables, but Xu Wei knocked off the chopsticks with a slap.
"Sister Xu Wei, what, what's the matter?" Xiong Cheng had no yin and yang eyes, and was suspicious all the way: "Is this dish made by a ghost?"
"Can you change it for me?" Xu Wei simply convinced Xiong Cheng's rich imagination: "It's a causal line, very weak, but it seems to be connected to..."
The little pompom had just gritted its teeth and swallowed another land master, and lost interest in the delicious food on this big table. Hearing this, he followed Xu Wei's fingers and looked curiously.
Among the dishes, there was indeed a trace of very thin pale golden lines, winding and winding towards... Zhang Yujin's direction.
But Zhang Yujin was not very surprised. He reached out and took out the soul nourishing box from his bosom and opened the lid. The faint golden thread was connecting to the ghosts of the mother and child.The case finally made progress!
Old Wu was swallowing greedily at the table, now he had to put down his chopsticks and pinch his fingers to make a fortune, then pointed to the golden thread regretfully and confirmed: "It's the cause and effect of life and death."
How dare Xiong Cheng move his chopsticks again: "There is poison in the dishes? Why poison such a good table of dishes? Just put some poison in the tea!"
Old Wu was still thinking about the hexagram, and murmured: "...But it's not quite right, it shouldn't be so light."
Xiong Cheng was surprised: "There is less poisoning?"
The five colleagues at this table have different fields of expertise, and the discussion is simply not right.
Old Wu glanced at Xiong Cheng with disdain: "What a mess, I mean, if it wasn't for the tragic and unjust death, the causal line would not be seen by our naked eyes. This line of life and death should not be the life and death of the mother and child... Eh, there is one for every table?"
Everyone looked carefully, and sure enough, there were a few faint golden threads on each wooden table.
From this point of view, this causal line does not seem to indicate the cause of death of the mother and son and the two ghosts, but it seems that the mother and son killed a person in a restaurant.
And this is obviously impossible!
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