The best mysterious doctor

Chapter 1665 Being Chased Again
These big feet are extremely thick, and if you look closely, every step can leave a footprint on the ground.

Even because of the softness of the soil, it can be seen that the strength of the soles of the human feet is very strong.

This man was about forty years old, wearing a leather vest on his upper body, bare arms, strong muscles with sharp edges and corners, a pole was placed on his shoulders, under the pole, a bamboo basket was carried on one side, and on the bamboo basket There is a bench, and on the bench is a pot.

On the other side, there is a small stove hanging!

The man walked all the way, and the pole on his shoulders swung steadily as he stepped up and down.

When the old man Zhou Benchu ​​saw this person, he actually took off his thin bamboo pole from his back waist, then drew a line on the ground, and said to me and the little beggar: "Don't step on it." Cross this line!"

Then, he took a step and walked towards the man.

In an instant, the old man's stooped body suddenly stood up straight, and in the blink of an eye he turned into that imposing murderous figure again!
"Hey, what is this for?"

The old man put his hands behind his back, and the bamboo pole in his hand shook slightly, he stopped the man with a smile and asked.

The man chuckled: "Master, I sell deep-fried dough sticks, and I'm waiting to go to Jiangyu City to sell breakfast!"

The little beggar and I stood behind, and when we heard the other party say they were selling deep-fried dough sticks, both of us couldn't help swallowing our saliva.

From last night to now, I have eaten half a steamed bun, and the little beggar is worse than me, he only ate half a bun.

I have been running for most of the day, and I am too hungry. When I heard that there is something to eat, this hunger rolls up from my stomach, and my mouth starts to turn sour.

The old man picked the rim of the big iron pot with a thin bamboo pole like a rascal, and said, "Oh? Fried dough sticks? Okay, okay, don't go, first fry a few for the old man here, I, the last I love fritters."

The man smiled shyly: "This, isn't it good? I'm still rushing to Jiangyu City, or I can't make it at night, and it's not easy to walk at night when it's dark!"

The old man shook his head and said: "What's the hurry, here is not far from Jiangyu City, I'll just eat a few, come and fry some for me."

The big man seemed to be in a dilemma, he hesitated for a moment and said: "Okay, then I'll fry up some for you!"

As the man said, he put down the pole very neatly, and then set up the stove. With a flick of his finger, the stove cover was lifted.

This guy leaned down slightly, and blew fiercely at the stove fire. Seeing a layer of white ash mixed with sparks flying, the fire in the stove was soaring!
Then the man patted the ear of the iron pot with one hand, and the iron pot spun around in the air and landed on the stove without any mistakes.Then he took out a bucket of oil from the bamboo basket and poured it into the pot.

A panel, a plate of ready-made noodles, the man put the panel on his lap very familiarly, and said in a generous voice: "Master, if you want less, I will not set up a table, and I will simply make a few for you. "

The old man nodded silently, his eyes were fixed on the man's thick hands, and he never moved away!

There were already cut long strips of noodles in the plate. The man pinched one piece of noodles with both hands and put it on the second strip. The oil in the pot immediately rolled and made a sizzling sound.

The man then pinched two deep-fried dough sticks into the pan. I don't know if it was because of the uneven dough or something else. The deep-fried sticks he pulled out were so long that they could barely squeeze into the oil pan.

Then the man looked up at the old man and asked, "Master, is that enough?"

The old man shook his head: "Not enough."

The big man was stunned: "You are alone, how much can you eat?"

The old man pointed at me and the little beggar with a bamboo pole and said, "Then, there are two more!"

The man glanced at Xiao Begfan and me, and seemed to have lost his patience: "The two of them are small, and they can't eat that much, and one for each of you is just right.

As he said that, the man pulled out two long chopsticks from the bamboo basket, and grabbed the fried dough sticks in the oil pan.

But the old man suddenly stretched the bamboo pole under the man's chopsticks, blocking the man's chopsticks, then shook his head and said, "It's not cooked yet, why are you so eager to pick it up?"

But the man smiled: "Master, you really know how to joke, since you have already seen the flaws, why don't you just say it straight, why are you torturing me here?"

As he said that, the chopsticks in the man's hand flipped violently, piercing the old man's chest at an extremely fast speed.

On the two chopsticks, there were still two drops of hot oil flickering.

The old man frowned slightly, made a wrong step, dodged the two drops of oil, then turned around, pushed the two chopsticks away with the bamboo pole, and said coldly to the man: "Old man, I don't have any other hobbies, I just like eating Fried dough sticks, so you say you are fried dough sticks, I will let you fry two, and we are on the way here, have not eaten, and you just delivered it to your door, how can I not beat the autumn wind?"

The big man raised his eyebrows: "Are you happy old Zhou Benchu?"

The old man clicked his mouth: "Since you have recognized me, are you going to leave, or are you going to leave?"

The old man asked the same question twice strangely, which made me feel that this old boy was really naughty and ruthless.

The expression on the man's face obviously became extremely weird, and he said bitterly: "I'm not our palace master, so I dare not act wild in front of you."

The old man nodded: "You are much better than those two ignorant things."

The man cupped his hands: "Ghost-faced Rong Hao, thank you for not killing the old man!"

After Rong Hao finished speaking, he turned around and walked away, but when he reached the oil pan, he suddenly swung the long chopsticks in his hand, and the chopsticks hit the oil pan!In the oil pan, a stream of oil and water splashed out, barely falling on the line drawn in front of us.

Seeing that the pair of chopsticks were about to touch the frying pan again, Rong Hao threw himself to the side and fell to the ground.

There was a red spot on his throat, just like the two people from the Palace of Sorrowful Souls.

Zhou Benchu ​​knocked on his slender bamboo pole, sighed and said: "Old man, I hate killing people the most. If you don't leave if you give me a way to survive, you insist on smashing my pot of fried dough sticks. Aren't you looking for death?"

"grandfather!"

The little beggar ran over, looked up and down at the old man, and asked nervously, "Are you okay?"

Zhou Benchu ​​smiled and said: "Stinky boy, do you think my old man seems to be busy? But I think we should have something to do soon. Sanghun Palace, Sanghun Palace, looking all over Guanshan Fifty Dragons, is more difficult than Sanghun Palace How did you two offend the Palace of Souls? Is there something else you haven’t told me?”

What did you not tell him?Is it about the key?

I was startled, and immediately seemed hesitant, and seemed to think about it on purpose: "No!"

"Really? Think again, think carefully! What if the two of you missed any important clues?"

Zhou Benchu ​​didn't quite believe it, so he continued to ask.

The little beggar said with a smile: "Oh, it's good that the two of us can come out alive, so we don't care about the clues or not. Now that you killed the people in the Palace of Souls, didn't you also offend the Palace of Souls? If the two of us follow you, we will not be afraid of anything."

Zhou Benchu ​​stared at me meaningfully, and smiled wryly: "It's good that I really have such a great ability, why do I need to wander around?"

The old man spoke very modestly, but I saw a proud fighting spirit in his eyes.

Then, under the urging of this fighting spirit, he reached out to pick up Rong Hao's two long chopsticks, took out the golden fritters fried in the oil pan, bit them lightly with his teeth, nodded and said: "Yes, quite Take all the incense, let's eat while walking."

The old man seems to be free and easy, but I feel jealous. This old man, what does he mean when he always asks me if I have any clues?
What is that key for?

Is the little beggar and this old man really related to grandparents?No matter how I see them, they don't seem like the kind of relationship where blood is thicker than water. I don't know why, but my intuition is wrong.

(End of this chapter)