"The Death Roulette is still alive, the Fate Star enters the palace, and the ghosts seize the souls, but they are suppressed by the remaining purple energy in themselves, haha...Old rat, everyone around you is a bit interesting."
Yan Yongnian on the side was talking about Lang Hongyi, but his eyes were looking at me.
Uncle Wu unhurriedly helped me put Lang Hongyi under the quilt on the kang, "It's okay. Just tell him to slow down and he'll be fine. You guys should be careful in the future and don't play around all the time."
After saying that, he took out the cigarette case from his pocket, held one in his mouth, and handed one to Yan Yongnian. He lit it and took a sip, enjoying it very much. He narrowed his eyes at the smoke and was still happy.
in it.
"I said, old loach, what are you looking at? I am a young girl and a young boy. Show off that you have the ability to see something. I tell you to keep your fart in your stomach. Don't let it come out. Just treat it like it is.
What a good thing!"
These two half-a-hundred-year-old people talked like they were bickering. It gave me the feeling that they were indeed friends, but they were at the level of hurting each other. It was a bit like Zhang Wei and I, who couldn't talk unless we were fighting or arguing.
"This is the new makeup artist of the old Ye family, the successor of Mr. Ye Chuanhai."
Uncle Wu explained my identity. When he heard my grandfather's name, Yan Yongnian seemed to recognize him, and the look in his eyes changed from a scrutinizing look to a...kind one!
I couldn't understand the way inside, so I could only stay silent and listen obediently.
Yan Yongnian looked at me with that weird look for a long time, and finally looked away, as if to formally introduce himself, and said, "I am a corpse fisher from wild waters, the successor of Yanjiashui Sect, and I will stay here.
For the first half of the month, I will try my best to help you with the rest."
As he spoke, he took off the red gloves on his hands, revealing his pale and withered hands. I could see at a glance that there was black air lingering on them, which was corpse air and Yin air. No wonder he was wearing those gloves, otherwise he would be like this
You really can't touch living people and creatures with your hands.
How to put it, if you touch a living person, others will get sick and unlucky; if you touch fresh vegetables and fruits, they will rot immediately; if you touch a living kitten or puppy, you will basically die on the spot.
Maybe it was because my eyes were wandering back and forth between his hands and the red gloves, Yan Yongnian actually explained, "These hands are caused by touching corpses and fishing for corpses for many years. They are also the symbol of us fishermen, and it is our destiny. These hands
The gloves are made of old fox fur, which can isolate the corpse air."
Uncle Wu did not tell me this anymore, but began to take the opportunity to popularize the knowledge of the Yin and Yang Sect to me, "People who fish for corpses all rely on water to survive, but they basically never leave the waters they are familiar with. This old loach
He is one of the few people who specializes in fishing for wild water, and he is not a picky eater."
Yan Yongnian was obviously dissatisfied with Uncle Wu's evaluation, and said in a bad tone, "I'm not picky about food. It's like you, an old mouse, are picky about dirt. What kind of things are you not going to touch?"
Looking at the two old comrades who were choking again, I could somewhat understand the origin of their nicknames.
It can even be said that this is my truth!
The reason why Yan Yongnian is called Old Loach is probably because he dares to dive into any water and fish out any corpse. He is a top-notch person in the water, so he got such a nickname.
And Uncle Wu, the nickname of Old Mouse is probably related to another righteous deed of our makeup artists, that is, in order to accumulate virtue, we will help people pick up bones and help those in need to reassemble the bones of our ancestors and bury them.
Indispensable in the process is digging graves, so Uncle Wu got the nickname "Old Mouse", which is quite appropriate, as both of them are related to their professions.
While he was talking, Lang Hongyi had already opened his eyes from the kang, sat up, and was moving his joints. It could be seen that he had almost recovered. The amulet given by his master was almost tailor-made for him, and the medicine arrived.
Disease relief.
We all watched with great interest as the two half-century-old men standing underground chatted like primary school students. I introduced in a low voice to Lang Hongyi, the newest member of our gang.
Zhang Wei also ran in from the outside panting at this moment, still sweating on his body. It is not difficult to see that he is also worried about whether there will be a fight here. It is obvious that he has experienced these two brothers who love and kill each other before.
The fighting power of the two is up.
He pushed the door open and came in, shouting incoherently, "What's going on, who's going to win, who's going to lose, who's up and down? Hey... Brother Lang, are you okay?"
Lang Hongyi knew that it was Zhang Wei who went back to get him the amulet, so he slightly raised his lips to him, nodded, and said, "Thank you, I'm fine, I'm tired."
But the two old gentlemen were not as polite as Lang Hongyi. One of them reached out and slapped Zhang Wei, "Whose side are you guys on? Who do you want to win and who loses?"
"Little bastard, don't forget that I am your godfather!"
I stared at this scene with my mouth agape, and couldn't help laughing out loud. I stretched out two fingers and shook my fingers at Zhang Wei in gloating.
The meaning is obvious. Your child is so happy and enjoys double the love and care from your family!
I really don’t know how this works. Not only does Zhang Wei have an extra godfather, but he also has Yan Yongnian who doesn’t get along with Uncle Wu?
Maybe it was because of this that Yan Yongnian was finally able to take advantage of Uncle Wu. He pulled Zhang Wei into his arms with a proud look on his face, and lovingly rubbed the hair on Zhang Wei's head that was blown up by the wind, "Child.
Don’t you know, this guy is my godson, and if there wasn’t an old man who stopped me from marrying Zhang Wei’s mother back then, I might have been my biological father!”
"Fuck...godfather..." Zhang Wei struggled, but couldn't escape from Yan Yongnian's arms. He looked miserable, trying to salvage his long-lost image. Well, why did godfather bring this up?
!
Lang Hongyi and I said oh in unison. Uncle Wu looked at the two fake father and son who were in love with each other with a dark face, and said unconvinced, "Dad, he has done it for a long time, and now, besides, you old loach doesn't know
Mother and uncle!"
With these two old urchins around, the atmosphere in the room became much more relaxed. Uncle Wu sat on the edge of the kang, crossed his legs and stopped talking to Yan Yongnian. Instead, he asked me seriously, "Sanman, what's going on on the phone?"
It’s not clear. Tell us the whole story and what happened last night. Zhang Wei will tell you after a long time that he often says he’s too scared to open his eyes and it’s just like nonsense.”
I knew it. I glanced at the shy Zhang Wei and began to tell exactly what we had experienced last night, as well as following the water damage back to the village, what happened in the village, what I saw, and everything I found out later.
once.
Finally, he said helplessly, "If we are going to the reservoir tonight, I think Zhang Wei and Lang Hongyi should stay here to avoid any further trouble."
"Great!"
"No, I want to follow. I am your partner."
The two people had completely different attitudes. Zhang Wei looked excited to escape, but Lang Hongyi's unyielding eyes also told everyone that it was absolutely impossible to ask him to stay.
In the end, Yan Yongnian made a decision, "Then let's all follow. It's just a good time to use this incident to open the eyes of the little guys. Ten years of sinking corpses is rare. Zhang Wei, it's just right for you to follow."