The enemy has a crush on me

After leaving the back kitchen, Qing Ze showed his figure.Because of the appearance of the bewitched cook, he decided not to go to Yin Luo, but to settle the matter in the inn by himself.

He walked to the counter: the shopkeeper was a quarter taller than the counter, if he was standing, he would be a bit short.If he is sitting, it is too high.

The shopkeeper should have taken some more orders just now, and yelled at the back kitchen to serve a few more dishes that the customer added just now.The back kitchen was silent, without any echo.The shopkeeper called Xiao Er and asked him to go to the back kitchen to inform.Xiao Er agreed, nodded and left, the shopkeeper then turned his head, wiped his sweaty forehead with his sleeve, looked at Qing Ze standing in front of him, and said cheerfully: "Master, you have come here for the third time ...Do you also want to order food? There are so many meat dishes available today, but our fried side dishes are also delicious, do you want to try it? "

Qing Ze also smiled with eyebrows and eyes crooked, lowered his voice, and whispered to the shopkeeper: "Shopkeeper, I don't order, but I have something to say to you, please move your head closer."

The fat shopkeeper nodded in agreement, and moved his head forward.

Qing Ze leaned closer to his ear: "You are already a dead person, if you obediently go to reincarnation, you might be able to give birth to a good family, so why are you greedy for money that you have no chance to spend again?"

The fat shopkeeper said, "My lord, are you talking to me?"

"It's not talking to you," Qing Ze straightened up, "...but to whom."

He looked frivolous and cold, but if he looked closely, there was an indescribable sigh in his eyes.

The shopkeeper stared blankly at him, the brush in his hand was suspended in the air for a long time, the thick ink from the tip of the pen dripped on the ledger, and a small ink ball fainted out.

He lowered his head in a panic, his hands were shaking, and said, "Oops, my account book."

The numbers in the smudged area of ​​the ink blot were blurred, and he wiped the ink blob with his sleeve, but the ink blot spread further and seeped down, making it stand out on the yellowed paper.

He just hung his head like this, rubbed and stopped, as if seeing something unbelievable, his lips trembled.

He said, "Where are my legs?"

His voice was loud, but no one around heard it.

He added: "Where's my leg?! Where's my leg?! Where's my leg—?!"

His voice became louder and louder, and finally it sounded like a scream of pain.The originally noisy hall fell silent, and the diners looked at each other, and they all heard the fat shopkeeper who was still cheerful just now howling like a pig waiting to be slaughtered.

The fat shopkeeper seemed to feel the pain at this moment. He stretched out his two chubby hands, supported the counter, and struggled to stand up, but fell down with a bang due to his unsteady center of gravity, and hit the ground with a dull sound.

The diners began to whisper, and a few more courageous men stood up first, and walked towards the counter with puzzled expressions.

The shopkeeper had been "sitting" on a wooden stool, and when he fell, the stool also fell to the ground, and there was a layer of oil on the surface of the stool.The shopkeeper was wearing a copper-pattern gown with a belt loosely tied around his waist, wriggling on the ground.His upper body was still bulging and round, but the area below the thighs was empty, with only a few layers of fabric left on it, which seemed to have been completely cut off.

This scene is not bloody, but it seems completely paradoxical in this inn lobby where there are so many people talking and changing glasses.

It was probably because the fat shopkeeper usually gave people a decent impression. Seeing his appearance at this time, all the diners who came to watch were shocked.

Qing Ze walked up to the fat shopkeeper.

The fat shopkeeper squirmed and struggled on the ground for a long time, and finally raised his head when he lost all strength.

That white dough-like face was completely pale, blue blood vessels emerged under the skin, the under eyelids were flushed, but the complexion was as pale as paper, clearly the appearance of a ghost with a miserable death.

He took a few breaths, and slowly stretched out his fat carrot-like knuckles toward Qing Ze.

—like a drowning man reaching out to the last straw he sees.

"Help me..." he groaned, "It hurts...help me..."

Qing Ze looked at him, and heard a terrified scream in his ear.

The young people who were less courageous had already fainted from fright, followed by the sound of a series of ping-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong tables and chairs moving and colliding, and many diners had rushed out of the inn.

Clang clang clang.

The table was covered with leftovers, and the tables and chairs were overturned and scattered everywhere.

More diners stayed in the inn, gathered around Qingze and the shopkeeper, whispering, good intentions and malice intertwined, worries and speculation interspersed, converging into a vortex of yin and yang.

The storyteller who has always loved to tell stories in the inn is the most familiar with the shopkeeper. Hearing the sound, he came over and stooped to push away the crowd.

He drank some wine and was a little tipsy at this moment. Seeing the shopkeeper lying on the ground, he was not afraid, but laughed.

"Xiao He, what's the matter? It's rare to be so busy that you get tired? Today's young people..."

After finishing speaking, he ignored Qing Ze, knelt down unsteadily, and reached out to wipe the blue veins that spread like a map on the fat shopkeeper's face.

Not wiped off.

The storyteller said, "I don't believe it anymore, poured a sip of wine, wet my hands, and washed them with clean water."

The blue veins spread faster and faster under the skin, along the fat shopkeeper's neck and into the collar, and even gradually protruded out of the skin.

The fat shopkeeper kept shaking his head, shook off the storyteller's hand, and spat out a pool of dark red blood mixed with pus.

The storyteller was thrown with pus and blood on his face, fell backwards, sat on the ground, pointed at the fat shopkeeper with his finger, and said, "You, you..."

After he said these two words, he put down his hands, he should have woken up from the fright, turned his head to look at Qing Ze and the diners behind him, and said, "He, he..."

Qing Ze looked at him expressionlessly.

The storyteller got up and shouted hoarsely to the curious diners who hadn't had time to see the shopkeeper's appearance: "Shopkeeper He... Shopkeeper He has turned into a monster!"

With his actions, there was a lot of noise behind Qingze, the people who were originally surrounded by worry, curiosity, teasing and other reasons but did not dare to approach, stumbled and hurriedly ran out like frightened birds up.

The fat shopkeeper's face has become more and more dismal, and his body is like a balloon that has been punctured. The skin hangs loosely on his body, and the yellow oil drips out.

After hearing this, Qing Ze went completely quiet behind him, swung his sleeves to close the inn door, and asked, "How did you become like this?"

The fat shopkeeper whimpered.

"I'm so hungry, I'm so hungry." He said, "The butcher in the town suddenly came to the inn late at night some time ago, and brought me a piece of meat, saying it was left over from the previous sheep."

Qing Ze asked: "You bought it?"

The fat shopkeeper shook his head.His face was no longer sweat, but oil.

He said: "The business of this inn has been poor for three years. I don't have any money to buy it. But he said that he doesn't need money for it. If you have money in the future, just remember to patronize his business. I happily accepted it and stewed mutton that night. Soup."

"My father, my daughter-in-law, the cook at the inn, the mistress, and the cashier, we sat in this lobby with the doors and windows closed tightly, just like Chinese New Year, chatting while eating, and there was no last piece of meat or soup left."

"Everything was different after that."

"Don't look at me as fat now, but I was born thinner than others when I was a child. A few years ago, because of malnutrition, I developed this disease of edema and puffiness. I have been unable to take medicine, and it has become more and more serious. Yu Xing rarely leaves the inn."

"Even though we were poorer before, the whole family was happy and happy. No matter how hard the days are, we can overcome them together, so we don't feel bitter anymore."

"But ever since I drank that pot of soup...my father began to say that eating this kind of wild vegetable stalks every day would make life worse than death. My daughter-in-law began to dislike me for being weak, so I could only sit and eat in this inn. Not only did the accountant not keep accounts properly , and stole the money from the inn, and I kicked him out. The cook swung his knife at the empty cutting board every day, and looked at me like a piece of meat that could walk. Sell ​​it and go to the butcher to buy some mutton."

"Only the waiter in the inn, he is the most reliable person, busy as always. One night, he saw that I was really distressed, so he suggested that I go to the butcher again. Since we run an inn, we can Cooperate with him, he sells more meat to us, we give a small amount of money first, make the meat into vegetables and sell it at a high price, and then pay him the rest."

"I figured it was a really good idea."

"I went to the butcher...but...he didn't agree. I knelt on the ground and begged him, but he didn't agree. I was disheartened and was about to leave, but he stopped me and said he didn't need me For the money, he has another cooperation proposal.”

"Later, I came back to the inn. This morning Xiao Er went to the butcher to bring over a dozen catties of meat. We had a good meal after a long time. But I thought, this meat will always be finished, so I took it cruelly. Order meat and sell it at a high price to those who can’t buy meat, thinking about saving more money in the past few days, and buying it next time.”

Qing Ze asked: "What is the cooperation proposal put forward by that butcher?"

The shopkeeper has turned into a thick, oily yellow skin.

He was silent for a long time, and Qingze almost thought he was out of breath, only to hear him weakly say: "I remembered. His cooperation suggestion is: 'I first saw such a fat sheep like you'."

After he finished speaking, there was no sound, the ground was in a mess, and oil even flowed to Qing Ze's feet.His clothes were covered with patterns of copper coins, which were wetted by grease, showing a very dark color.

After a while, several wisps of thin souls timidly floated out from his seven orifices, gathered together, and condensed into a small white ball, with a few dark spells drawn on it.

Qing Ze stretched out his hand to the little Bai Tuanzi.

Bai Tuanzi seemed very timid, moved forward hesitantly, and retracted when he was about to touch Qingze's fingertips, looking at the corpse of unknown shape lying on the ground, a few small drops of water overflowed ,Dropped on the floor.

It has no facial features, and it can't make a sound, only the few drops of water fell down, as if it had been greatly wronged.

Qing Ze said: "Don't be sad."

How could he comfort others, Bai Tuanzi's water droplets dropped even more after hearing his lukewarm reassurance.

Qing Ze was not a very patient person, so he simply forcibly grabbed the Bai Tuanzi and said, "What's the use of crying."

Seeing that Bai Tuanzi was also crying non-stop in his palm, and a small pool of water trickled out, Qing Ze said again: "I will send you to reincarnation, you just have to live a good life in the next life."

Bai Tuanzi's convulsions stopped, and no water dripped out.

Qingze made a seal, removed the spell on it, and put Bai Tuanzi into his hands, his hands gradually closed, and while reciting the curse of rebirth, he clenched his hands into fists.

White radiance seeped out from between the fingers, drifting into the air little by little, and when he opened his palm again, the white ball had disappeared.

Qingze turned around and looked at the hall that looked like a murder scene, went upstairs and returned to the room, closed the door, and released Yin Luo from the barrier.

He didn't explain to Yin Luo in detail, he just asked him to check in the room for any unpacked luggage, and after he had packed it, he asked him to come down. After that, he walked down the stairs, thinking about how to deal with it In this messy scene, the door creaked and was kicked open from the outside.

"My lord! It's this monster! I don't know what kind of magic was cast on shopkeeper He, so that his appearance changed drastically, and he died here!"

As an emotional accusation pierced the sky, two rows of priests with swords and soaps cleared the way, surrounded by a middle-aged man with a ruddy complexion and a cloud-pattern brocade robe and black gauze on his head.

The middle-aged man stood at the entrance of the inn, he did not continue to walk in, pointed at Qing Ze, and said to the attendant beside him: "Grab him."

More than a dozen Zaolis drew out their knives in unison, and surrounded Qingze, looking like they were ready for battle.

The man said again: "Take him back to the officer."

He is not old, but his voice has a vibrating, lazy and lifeless tone, as if the things that were once burning have been eaten away.

The Zaolis raised their long knives in unison and moved slowly towards Qing Ze.The middle-aged man raised a hand and was about to wave it down when he heard the sound of the door opening from upstairs, followed by a stern shout:

"I'll see who dares to touch him."