As soon as he saw Xu Tong, Wang Gong was so excited that he almost jumped up. He didn't know where he got the strength to break away from the woman's hand, ran behind Xu Tong, and pointed with his hand: "She... they! Bully me."
Wang Gong's aggrieved eyes were about to burst into tears. How could he not be aggrieved? He kindly gave them a bowl of soup, but they wanted to chop him into pieces. Is there any way for Wang Gong to do it? Is there any justice?
Xu Tong patted him on the shoulder, comforted the little brother, and handed him the half-drunk soup: "Add more soup, and add more chili."
Wang Gong took the bowl and quickly hid behind the soup pot, not daring to come out.
The woman looked Xu Tong up and down, then turned her head and the man turned around, raised the kitchen knife and walked towards Xu Tong.
"If you chop one, it's a chop. If you chop two, it's a chop. If you like soup, I'll cook it for you tonight."
Xu Tong watched the man walking over to the woman, frowned, and before the kitchen knife fell, he raised his hand and slapped it.
The slap was as fast as the wind, and the man's head was instantly turned into a top.
He casually picked out a piece of yellow paper with his fingers. He didn't know how to fold it. He just held the yellow paper in his palm, kneaded it a few times and pinched out a little yellow duck.
The duck has a small head and a big belly, and looks naive and silly.
Wang Gong, who was hiding behind the soup pot, couldn't help but become suspicious when he saw this, wondering why the master was pinching the duck at this time?
Just when I was suspicious, I saw the master take out a bell, raised his hand to grab it, and actually grabbed the man and woman into a ball, and stuffed them into the duck.
After a while, the duck twisted a few times and seemed to come to life. It began to roll back and forth in Xu Tong's hands. If you look carefully, the outline of a human face squeezed out of the duck's belly from time to time.
After a while, the original beige paper duck turned red.
"Is the soup ready?"
Wang Gong was startled by the sudden voice and hurriedly brought the soup bowl to them, but his eyes never left the pair of ducks from the beginning to the end.
"Throw this into the stove and burn it."
Seeing Wang Gong's curious face, Xu Tong threw the duck to him and motioned for him to burn the duck.
“Burn it??”
Wang Gong was stunned for a moment and looked at the duck in his hand curiously: "Master?? Do you really want to burn it??"
As he spoke, Wang Gong looked at Xu Tong subconsciously, but he didn't know that this look frightened him. He saw Xu Tong looking at him with squinted eyes, half-smiling, sticking out his tongue and licking his lips before whispering.
: "You can keep it too."
Before Wang Gong could feel secretly happy, Xu Tong continued slowly.
"Then when they rush out of the duck, they cut you into pieces and throw them into the soup pot. Your head, arms, legs, and intestines will be cooked and cooked together with the pot. It will taste delicious."
Xu Tong's voice was very low, but to Wang Gong's ears, it was a different picture.
In a trance, he seemed to really see the scene of a huge human head rolling out of the boiling soup in the big iron pot. For a moment, Wang Gong shivered, and his stomach couldn't stop churning.
.
"vomit!!"
For a while, he lay down at the table and retched several times. Then he regained his breath. When he looked up again, he saw Xu Tong holding a soup bowl and squinting at him.
"I'll burn it, I'll burn it now."
At this moment, the little thoughts in Wang Gong's heart suddenly disappeared, and he no longer dared to think anything wrong about this thing.
He quickly walked under the iron pot and threw the duck in his hand into the stove.
Fire and water were ruthless, and the duck was tainted by the fire. A burst of red light suddenly appeared, trying to resist the burning of the flames. At the same time, Wang Gong could vaguely hear the woman's pleading in his ears.
If it hadn't been for Xu Tong's words just now, Wang Gong might have secretly put away the duck because of his curiosity and soft-heartedness. But at this moment, when he thought of his head tumbling in the iron pot, Wang Gong's eyelids twitched.
Tiao silently turned on the blower on the side.
As soon as the blower was turned on, the flames glowed blue, and the duck was instantly wiped out in the flames without even being able to hold on for a second.
As soon as the duck was cooked, Xu Tong, who was drinking soup, suddenly felt something special.
I can't say anything specific, but I can feel that my soul has improved a bit, and I thought: "Sure enough, in addition to comforting the dead, killing such evil ghosts can also quickly improve the moral character of the papermaker."
It's a pity that evil ghosts don't come across often. These two are just a pair of people who hate each other. The woman died holding the man's head, and the man hated her for tearing him into pieces, so they became entangled and became evil ghosts.
This kind of fierce ghost will not be accepted by the city. When the ghost messenger sees it, he will be beaten to death with a stick.
So Xu Tong sat in the soup restaurant for another night and didn't see anyone else.
At two o'clock in the night, a group of starving ghosts ran in. Xu Tong gave them some money from the underworld as usual so that they could bribe the little ghosts to lead them to reincarnate in the underworld. Those who came after that would become normal people, drink the soup and leave.
Xu Tong didn't come here just to drink soup and gain experience. What was important was the information exchanged between him and Gao Zhuo on the Drum Tower.
He took out a piece of paper. When he opened it, it showed the message Gao Zhuo had recently left for him.
After reading it carefully, he picked up the bowl and took a sip of the salty soup: "It's a bit interesting."
Gao Zhuo left four messages. After Xu Tong read them one by one, he looked relieved at first, then frowned, and finally smiled coldly and stopped reading.
The first thing was that Gao Zhuo followed the two eldest brothers to meet the so-called leader of the beggar gang. The relationship was not bad. From the leader of the beggar gang, he learned about the cause of death of the old storyteller Mr. Feng Lai upstairs.
At that time, the old gentleman said that Gao Zhuo was there when he was doing storytelling, so he was surprised by his death. After he returned, he met the leader of the beggar gang. When he mentioned this, the leader of the beggar gang laughed and said frankly that the old man deserved to die.
It turns out that Fenglailou occasionally takes in some artists from the martial arts world, but the focus will be on the four directions of color, drama, phase, and criticism.
It is said that if you become a resident artist, you will earn less than fifty bucks a month. This salary is the only one in the world that a scorpion earns.
Who wouldn't be tempted by such a high salary, but there's one thing: it's not easy to get money. Whatever you sing and say every day, there is a board with the content written on it before you go on stage, and you have to sing accordingly.
The content is also very strange. Sometimes there is only one, but sometimes there are two, three, or even four.
You don’t know which song is right to sing, but if you pick the wrong one, your life will be lost.
According to the beggar leader, this is the trick of the boss of Feng Lailou. He wanted to know the secrets of heaven, but did not want to pay the price, so he came up with such a bad trick and let the artists on the stage choose. No matter whether it is right or wrong, the cause and effect will be the same.
on these artists.
The old storyteller obviously made a mistake and died on the spot.
Although the beggar gang leader's explanation was not comprehensive, it could still explain why the old gentleman died on the spot after seeing the note.
Xu Tong nodded and continued to look down.
The second piece of news was nothing more than Feng Lailou releasing the news, saying that he had an immortal treasure on his body and was seriously injured by Qian Shu, so that many people are now looking for him.
The third message is about fairy treasures, but the content is similar to what Qianju said, so it can be ignored.
What really caught Xu Tong's attention was the fourth piece of news.
Because this news is about my master Xue Gui.
The Beggar Clan News Network is not much worse than Feng Lai Lou, it is even worse.
He overheard the beggar leader talking about Xue Gui during their meeting, saying that someone saw Xue Gui in Hanzhong, and that he also killed two low-level masters in the street.
It sounds like the leader of the beggar gang is having trouble dealing with Xue Gui, and is planning to send someone to cause him some trouble. Gao Zhuo doesn't know the specific reason.
"Hanzhong!"
He crumpled the note into a ball and held it in his hand, thinking in his mind that he had to rush from Hanzhong to City L. The distance was not short.
Transportation in this era is not that convenient. Even if there are trains, they are far from being as convenient as connecting east, west, north and south in reality.
As for the trouble caused by the Beggar Clan to his master, hehe, he is not worried at all.
To put it in real terms, my master is at the peak of his career at this moment, and he is just seeking death if he encounters a monster or a snake god.
"jingle!!"
At this moment, the bell on the door beam suddenly rang.
Wang Gong, who was lying on the table and still thinking about how Xu Tong folded a little duck, suddenly trembled, and when he looked up, he saw a middle-aged man walking in.
The man looked very tolerant, and he bowed his hand to Wang Gong as soon as he entered the door: "Store, it's raining outside, can you come in and hide for a while?"
Wang Gong first looked the man up and down, and when he saw that he really didn't look like a fierce ghost, he dared to nod. Then he didn't forget to ask if he wanted some soup.
The man shook his head: "Just sit down for a while and get out of the rain."
As the man spoke, he sat aside without saying a word, just like a statue.
Xu Tong and Wang Gong looked at each other. Wang Gong swallowed and remembered the rhetoric Xu Tong taught him, and asked again: "Sir, are you passing by here, or do you miss your family?"
Passing by refers to wandering spirits. As for missing family members, most of them are poor ghosts who have not had anyone to worship them for a long time.
When the man heard this, he waved his hands and uttered only two words: "Waiting for someone."
Seeing this, Xu Tong nodded, and Wang Gong stopped asking any more questions. At about five o'clock in the morning, the golden rooster croaked outside, and the man's figure disappeared without a trace. Xu Tong stretched out and slapped on his face as usual.
I left the soup restaurant with a pot of hot soup to take away.
But after what happened last night, Wang Gong begged Xu Tong to come every night as much as possible.
Xu Tong did not refuse this matter, because after the last street walk, he also discovered that the power of Baishankou was still not enough. There was such a place to gain experience, which was just right to help him practice.
When he returned to the gate of Shangqing Palace, he saw that Fool was already standing at the door waiting for him, inviting Fool and Chang Miao to drink soup and have breakfast.
As a result, Chang Miao lowered her head and refused to drink the soup. She ate the pork belly that she didn't have time to eat last night with sesame cakes.
"belch!!"
Killing a big elbow early in the morning was also the first time in Chang Miao's life.
After eating and drinking, Chang Miao hurriedly left. Xu Tong looked at the back of Chang Miao running out the door and couldn't help but feel weird. This guy was a little unusual today.
In the past, when Chang Miao saw the fool, she wouldn't give him any good looks, but today she didn't even look at the fool, with a guilty look on her face, and she almost choked on her elbow. Didn't this make it clear that something was wrong?
As a result, while he was thinking about it, he saw the fool walking out of the kitchen with a sad face, holding a blackened box in his hand. When he opened it, he saw that Taoist Pig was gone, leaving only a pinch of ashes.
