bone cutter

Zhuang Yin was startled suddenly, in a panic, he hastily withdrew the flickering flickering flicker, flashed to Xie Qi's side in a few steps, held his hand forcefully without any explanation, frowned to feel his pulse, and then under his astonished eyes , Xie Qi quickly withdrew his left hand that was tightly held by Zhuang Yin as if he had encountered something dirty, grinned badly and said, "I'm just joking, the Taoist priest is so serious, I'm flattered."

Zhuang Yin's lips trembled involuntarily, his complexion sank, and it was rare for him to get angry, but the gentle habits and upbringing he had developed since he was a child made him poor at words, and he wanted to scold him but couldn't find a suitable curse word, so he had to shake it off in anger Sleeves, turned away, "Don't make fun of such things in the future..." Before he could finish his sentence, he saw that the owner of the wine shop who had already put both feet in the coffin who refused to wake up did not know when he had cheated. His two dry eyes stared straight at Zhuang Yin's angry face, as if he wanted to draw out his soul.

The old man's eyes don't have the soaring resentment and ghostly aura that wraiths and ghosts often carry, and they don't have the bloody brutality of walking dead ghosts who are so straightforward that they want to eat flesh and blood, suck bone marrow and extract energy, and they don't have the greed, anger, ignorance and suspicion that living people have. .Until now, Zhuang Yin thinks that he has seen too many ghosts, but this time his heart was suddenly chilled by the old man who just cheated, like a wave of people fleeing from a very dark place. The yin energy released was condensed behind the old man's cloudy and colorless eyes, and he looked at the intruder in front of him without sadness, joy, anger, or infatuation.

Then Zhuang Yin's body was pushed back vigorously, Xie Qi had already put away his smirk and looked at the dry old man with a guarded look, and then said coldly: "It's dead, the mute still has a voice, Give me a squeak."

When I asked this question, I froze for a long time, just when Zhuang Yin thought that the old man would never speak, a series of irregular rumbling sounds suddenly came out from the old man's throat, and the hoarse voice spun out of the shriveled mouth for several rounds He just opened his mouth, and his voice was as flat as being crushed by a boulder, "Guest, guest, official, want, some, what, what, what?" He paused every word, bigger than a big tongue, even if he opened his mouth, he spoke solemnly Yin frowned.

"In addition to wine, you have wine here. What do you think we buy?" As he spoke, a heavy bag of silver was thrown on the table, and Xie Qi kicked the smiling God of Wealth who was as drunk as a dead pig. , bent over and took a jar of wine from the ground, "I'll reward you if you have too much money." When she got up, she glanced at the old man intentionally or unintentionally - the dark back room with white curtains.

It is absolutely true that the old man is not a living person, and it is also true that he does not have any ghost aura. Zhuang Yin frowned fiercely, and for a moment he couldn't figure out what the old man was. Only puppet?But why does Little Burning Incense Village have puppets?Thinking of this, he took out a candle from his empty bag, quickly lit it, and reminded gently and politely: "The place is dark and easy to trip over, the elderly should be careful."

Leaping up from the candlelight, he looked at the old man quickly with his black eyes like ink, his head, hands, and limbs, not letting go of every inch and strand. He found no suspicious thread. He exhaled and took advantage of the situation. Candle oil was dripped on the counter, and candles were installed.

"Thank you, little friend." The old man spoke, this time he stopped stuttering, and blurted out very smoothly: "That little friend gave me a lot of money. If you don't dislike the shabby shop, why don't you stay for dinner?"