Chapter 113: Careful Death in a Coffin

Lanshan Town, under the locust tree.

The smell of fishy mutton from stretching the noodles in mutton soup hit your face.

Today, there were very few diners at the stall. Most of them had gone to have a meal. There was only one Taoist priest in Qingyi who ordered a bowl of mutton soup noodles and chewed it carefully.

"...The Taoist Master didn't know that this He Tiaozi was really evil. He was paralyzed. After moving to his second son's house, he didn't live there for only two days. In the blink of an eye, the good guy's face turned red and he became lively again. He looks like a countryman who can still have a rosy complexion in the lean years, so he must have... eaten human flesh! People say that He Tiaozi is the descendant of the second son's family!"

The stall owner had no business, so he just sat on the horse, lowered his voice, and talked mysteriously, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

"Is there still this matter? What does He Tiaozi say?" Qingyi Taoist asked.

"He Tiaozi said he was saved by an immortal, bah! Even if the immortal saved him, he has mud legs. Why did the immortal save him? To eat his wild vegetable wontons? Besides, since there are immortals, what about the immortals?"

"As a result, he couldn't explain it himself. When his second daughter-in-law saw this, she cried and made trouble, looking for life and death. She even wanted to take her son back to her parents' home. It's a shame that his second son was filial. Otherwise, he would have been abandoned by other people. He was beaten to death. Then He Tiaozi probably knew that he was wrong and went to find a hut outside the town to live in."

"In the end, he didn't stay for two days, but he went to his parents' grave and drank poisoned wine and died. Everyone said that He Tiaozi's parents were afraid of having an offspring, so they deliberately lured him there in the middle of the night... and took him to the underworld!"

"Hey, Taoist priest, where are you going? You don't want to eat any noodles?"

As the stall owner was talking, he saw the Taoist priest in Qingyi dropped the copper coins, got up and walked out of the town.

The Taoist ignored his greeting and just faced the setting sun and left by himself. His back was bleak and his reflection was like a line.

"Old man, old man, why don't you tell me?"

Mo Chuan murmured, his steps a little heavy.

When eating wontons that day, he didn't notice anything was wrong with He Tiaozi. His cheerful appearance made him really think he had met a strange person.

Unexpectedly...

well!

He Tiaozi survived years of famine, but he did not escape rumors after all.

While my thoughts were wandering, I saw the townspeople coming back from the funeral. They were all in small groups, either whispering or chatting and laughing.

Stripped of the weird and demonic color, the death of He Tiaozi can be regarded as a joy and a loss, and there is nothing to be sad about.

It was just He Tiaozi's second son who was walking behind the crowd, his head drooped, silent, and looking haggard.

Seeing this scene, Mo Chuan suddenly stopped.

In my mind, I subconsciously recalled the voice I heard outside the hospital that day, and suddenly understood He Tiaozi's decision.

well!

When a wild man sees injustice in anger, he wears away the eternal knife in his heart.

Going?

No!

Mo Chuan thought for a moment and walked up to the second son of the He family, raised his hands and asked, "May I ask, sir, are you the second son of He...?"

——At this time, Mo Chuan was shocked to realize that he had never known He Tiaozi's real name from beginning to end.

"Ah? Yes, it's me."

He Tiaozi and his two sons stopped in confusion.

The accompanying mourners also subconsciously stopped chatting and looked over.

"Mr. He was very kind during his lifetime. He solved the mystery with a bowl of wontons, and the injustices of thousands of people were redressed! Pindao wanted to come to the door to thank him, but he returned to Daoshan. Hearing that the old man said that the second son is like him the most, He Tiaozi's blessings have accumulated. Give it to you!"

As he spoke, Mo Chuan raised his right hand with the palm upward, as if holding a heavy object.

Suddenly, the sky and the earth suddenly darkened.

No, that's the afterglow of the setting sun twisting into one stream and falling into Mo Chuan's palm. This is the Taoist method of three scenes, Yu Yi summons the sun!

Holding the glow in his hand, Mo Chuan pursed his lips and vomited slightly.

【Spray】

The sunlight falling on the two sons of the He family actually repaired their bodies with the technique of spraying.

When the daylight dissipated, the second son of the He family looked haggard and looked ten years younger. His skin was still dark, but he was strong and strong.

"If you have a son, you can pass on your legacy, and you have to die carefully. If you are destined, I hope you can still taste that bowl of shepherd's purse crust wontons under the locust tree in Lanshan Mountain."

As the sound fell, Mo Chuan's figure shone brightly and suddenly disappeared without a trace, like smoke and dust.

The world returned to its original state again, but there was silence all around.

The townspeople of Lanshan looked at the second son of the He family who was ten years younger with their mouths open. After an unknown amount of time, someone finally murmured in shock.

"It turns out there really are immortals!"

"Could it be that... He Tiaozi is not trying to live up to his long life?"

The next moment, the sound of hustle and bustle echoed through Lanshan.

I don’t know how many townspeople were shocked by the appearance of the immortal;

I don’t know how many townspeople are secretly feeling ashamed in their hearts;

Maybe no one will admit that they are the murderer, but they must admit that He Tiaozi has no living descendants.

——The food man was originally a guest in the mortal world, but now he has become a fairy in the painting. [Note 1]

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"Click——"

Mo Chuan suddenly appeared in the living room, walked to the refrigerator, took out a can of Coke, opened it, raised his head and drank it all in one breath.

As the carbon dioxide surges through my nose, I feel a little bit of desolation.

He sat down on the sofa, picked up the mobile phone on the desk, turned on the screen, and after making sure no one was looking for it, he put it down.

Looking at the increasingly dark sky, he simply leaned on the sofa and fell asleep.

When he woke up, Mo Chuan's energy improved a lot, and yesterday's depression seemed like a big dream.

He immediately got up and took a shower, changed into modern clothes, picked up his mobile phone and went out.

Outside the door, there is a lot of traffic.

He reached out to hail a taxi and headed for the suburbs.

He especially remembered that there was a forest park in the southern suburbs of Xingnan City. It was called a park, but in fact it was just a wasteland enclosed and artificially transformed.

However, the place was sparsely populated, which was suitable for him to do some experiments.

Mo Chuan got up early and hadn't caught up with the morning rush hour yet, so he quickly left the city and drove for half an hour to the park.

The parking lot at the entrance of the park is completely empty, except for three or five elderly people who get up early and are doing their morning jog.

Mo Chuan paid the fare, entered the park, and walked straight into the depths.

When they reached a deserted place, they stopped.

"The art of boiling stones is not only an auxiliary art, but also a killing art, and it is also an analytical art. Whether this world is in the underworld or not, you can naturally know by checking its ingredients."

Mo Chuan murmured, his heart pounding with nervousness.

He checked the surroundings again, and after making sure that there was no one around and no cameras, he suddenly activated the stone boiling technique.

In an instant, the vegetation underfoot quickly withered, as if it had been a severe cold.

Mo Chuan raised his eyebrows:

……This is?

Just at this moment, a piece of incense spread across the two realms, curling up and hitting the front door.

I turned away the incense and took a closer look. I saw a skinny woman, with a sad face, praying while offering incense and muttering incessantly.

"My ancestors and ancestors, please protect your family and let it go through this..."

Before the prayers ended, the man sitting next to him at the dilapidated table, who had been keeping his head down and silent, felt an unknown evil fire rising from his head.

He stood up with a cry of "Ouch" and shouted angrily:

"Bye, bye, it's useless! It's really useful. Why don't you guarantee a good harvest this year, or are you still afraid of the autumn tax?"

"Tell me, during the festivals, when did you lose the incense, just a little fine noodles, it was paid first, and then it was the baby's turn. As a result, the situation was not as good as the previous year, and this summer rent almost paid all the grain.

If we go up there, we can still dig wild vegetables this summer, and this winter..."

The man pointed at the sky and cursed the earth, his eyes suddenly turned red, and he said for a long time: "Sell the girl, there is no other way, the girl has gone to a rich family, maybe she can still have enough to eat!"

[Note 1, the original sentence is: The fisherman was originally a guest in the mortal world, but now he has become a fairy in the painting.]
Chapter completed!