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Chapter 15 Catch but not eat, almost demon
Yu Chen basically had a clear understanding of how the Durenjing judged the "fulfillment of last wish".

That is "at the moment when the last wish is fulfilled".

Just like the old beggar who never forgets the cinnamon cod, after eating the cinnamon cod, his last wish is fulfilled.

Just like when Rogue Li Er handed over the silver to Sun's widow, his last wish was fulfilled.

But these were all done by Yu Chen himself.

Now, what he wants to verify is, if the deceased's last wish is fulfilled by someone else by mistake, how will the Durenjing judge it?
"But if the gangsters of the Zhengqing Gang kill the big bug, wouldn't the bounty be wasted?"

Yu Chen chewed his food, thinking in his heart.

"Forget it, let's set off tonight, let's take a step and see."

Shaking his head and not being entangled anymore, Yu Chen swallowed a few mouthfuls, cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks, and lay down on the bed.

Big insects are nocturnal beasts, mostly active at night, if you want to find it, it is better to go at night.

But at the next moment, he suddenly opened his eyes, as if remembering something, he released a paper crow and flew towards the direction of the county.

At the same time, in the old street in the south of the city, Zhengqing Gang, in a rather old attic.

Several quacks who had met Yu Chen before, are preparing in full swing.

The headed burly man in short shirts was flipping through a rather old map.

Beside him, there were more than a dozen quacks scattered around, dressed in rough clothes, muttering in low voices.

"If you say that Mr. Wang is unlucky enough, he encountered heavy snow blocking the mountains and tiger attacks one after another. God wanted his life!"

"However, if there is no such thing, then Mr. Wang probably won't offer a huge reward—a hundred taels of silver, even the always calm boss can't help it."

"Are you stupid? Do you really think that the boss is going for the hundred taels of silver?"

"Huh? Then what?"

"Although a hundred taels of silver is a lot, it's nothing to our gang. How can we risk our lives to hunt down that man-eating worm?"

"What the boss really likes is the promise of Mr. Wang—as long as we kill the big bug, all the herbs in the Wang's shop will be halved!"

"In recent years, we have controlled more than half of the labor force in Weishui River. Whether it is daily bruises or childhood injuries, we have to use the ointment from Wang's shop. The small half of the profits we make go to his old man. pocket!"

"But now, as long as the big bug is killed, the medicinal herbs and plasters will be halved - the saved money is much more than a hundred taels of silver!"

"..."

A few quacks revealed the grievances and resentments between the Zhengqing Gang, which controls [-]% of the labor force in the Weishui River, and the Wang family, a family of herbs.

Just when they were talking vigorously, the burly man in short shirt known as the boss coughed, "Is there nothing else to do? Your mouth is so broken?"

All the bohemian quacks immediately changed their faces and shut their mouths.

"That big bug is not an easy guy to deal with."

Seeing that it was quiet, the burly man in short shirt just opened his mouth and ordered:
"A few years ago, the innate master of Dongzheng Martial Arts Academy was invited by the yamen to take action to get rid of the big bug, but it was just a fight, and finally the big bug escaped.

If we go up the mountain this time, if we don't prepare well, we may be the winner! "

"Boss is right!" All the quacks said in unison.

"One-eyed, have you prepared all the things I asked you to prepare?" The burly man in short shirt waved his hands, and looked at a thin one-eyed man among the gangsters.

"Don't worry, Boss." The one-eyed man snapped his fingers, "Torches, bird dung incense, pork, wound medicine, needle blowing arrows, everything is safe."

"Okay!" The burly man in short shirt nodded, "Go and rest, go up the mountain at night!"

"Yes!"

All the guests from the rivers and lakes dispersed in one embrace.

However, what they didn't realize was that outside the window, after listening to their words, a pitch-black crow flapped its wings and flew towards the Qingfeng Mausoleum.

In a trance, the sun sets and the moon rises.

The dusk of cold winter came very early, after everyone in the Zhengqing Gang had dinner and emptied their stomachs, it was already dusk.

As Xiaoxue flew, in the old street in the south of the city, a brawny man in short shirts led seven or eight people up to Fanghua Mountain.

"I got the location where Mr. Wang was attacked from Mr. Wang, and it's in the Forest of Refuge in Fanghua Mountain."

In the snowstorm, the burly man in short shirt was carrying a big axe, without turning his head, he said:

"It's freezing cold, and the big worm would not hunt too far away from its nest, so most of its nests during this time are in the forest of no return.

When you go up the mountain later, you must not be sloppy in the slightest. If anyone makes a mistake, don't blame the gang for handling it! "

"Yes!" The crowd responded in unison.

Then I saw a group of people stepping in the wind and snow, leaving a few lines of almost invisible footprints.

It was enough to see that they were all Lianjiazi.

And when the gangsters of the Zhengqing Gang went up the mountain, Yu Chen on the Qingfeng Mausoleum also woke up, and cooked in the earthen house, filling the back of the five internal organs temple.

Mind a move.

The eerie and weird face of Sen Luo covered it from under the flesh, and countless black mist stretched out from under the face, turning into a big robe, completely covering Yu Chen's figure, and together with his breath, disappeared in the darkness among.

Blow out the lights, open the door and go out.

In Weishui at night, except for the singing and dancing around Tianqiao and the shadows of the old streets in the south of the city, the whole county fell asleep.

Even the bustling and bustling market on weekdays was deserted.

Even if the county is like this, Fanghua Mountain is even more uninhabited.

In the mountain forest, a black shadow shuttled through the darkness, with his footsteps lightly touching the snow, he leapt out of the ground.

Fanghua Mountain is hard to return to the forest.

A vast primeval jungle, where insects and beasts are everywhere, and thousands of medicinal herbs, although there are dangers, it also supports many herbal collectors and hunters in the county.

And the top "hunter" among them is the silver-white worm called "White Ghost".

As night fell, the Forest of Hard Return became quiet.

An incomparably strong silver-white animal shadow walked slowly between the mountains and snow, like an emperor patrolling his territory.

All of a sudden, that huge tiger claw stepped on the snow, and a hundred jun huge force burst out suddenly, propping up the strong body and flying into the air, rushing towards the open space in front of it!
A miserable howl!
However, on the open space, an elk that was originally extremely agile was thrown down by the huge monster like a hill almost without any reaction.

The bloody mouth opened wide, and under the thorny scarlet tongue, there were sharp fangs with a bad smell!
Facing the fragile neck of the elk, bite!
Seeing the bright red blood of the deer flowing out, the snow was dyed bright red.

But after killing a plump elk, the silver-white worm pounced on it, but didn't bite.

There was a look of doubt in those deep green eyes.

As if, this is not the taste it wants.

——It’s all meat, and it’s all bright red blood, but these fur guys, compared with the hordes of two-legged sheep, have a very different taste.

Of course, the silver-white worm didn't have such dexterity and wisdom, it just instinctively felt that the beasts in the mountains and forests had become less palatable these years.

And what makes it miss is the kind of frail creature that walks on two feet.

After a pause, the silver-white worm still didn't take a bite of the fat venison, but turned around and walked away with swaying steps.

After half an hour.

A group of gangsters from the Zhengqing gang stepped into the forest of no return, and came to the place where the silver-white tiger hunted and killed its prey just now.

The strong smell of blood penetrated into everyone's nostrils, mixed with the wind and snow, making people frown uncontrollably.

"Yo!"

One of them, Gao'er, looked at the carcass of the elk and said, "Looks like we won't need the fresh pork we brought over!"

After all, the rest of the quacks also nodded.

——Before everyone went up the mountain, they specially bought half a fan of fresh pork, in order to lure the big worm out with the smell of blood.

But now, with a fresh deer carcass in front of him, it seemed that there was no need to waste that pork.

"Alright, just take it back for a drink later!" Someone in the crowd echoed.

Except for the headed brawny man in short shirts.

He remained silent, walked forward, squatted near the deer carcass, observed it for a while, and suddenly his face changed and became gloomy.

"Boss, what's the matter?" The one-eyed man with a lot of things came over and asked.

The burly man in the short shirt ignored him, stood up quickly, looked at the crowd in a deep voice, and said, "Go down the mountain!"

All the quacks were taken aback.

I haven't seen the shadow of this big worm yet, why did it go down the mountain?
"Go!" The burly man in short shirt shouted while turning around!
The gangsters did not dare to defy, and reluctantly followed.

The tall man who spoke earlier came up and asked with a blank face, "Boss, what's the matter?"

The burly man in short shirt walked quickly, and said in a deep voice, "You can see the deer carcass, it's fresh, and the bite mark on the neck was also caused by the tiger's mouth."

After hearing this, all the Jianghu guests were still puzzled.

The brawny man in short shirt continued: "It's cold in winter, and there's not much food to eat, but after the big worm killed the elk, it neither ate it nor dragged it back to the nest for storage. What does that mean?"

"Does it mean it's not hungry?" Yi Leng Touqing blurted out.

"Idiot!" The brawny man in short shirt scolded, "If it wasn't hungry, it wouldn't have hunted and killed this elk! If it wasn't hungry, it wouldn't have attacked Mr. Wang's convoy!"

"Why is that?" Someone asked among the Jianghu guests.

"Big worms are not like beasts like apes. They don't have the habit of simply playing with and killing their prey." The brawny man in shorts said in a dull voice:
"It attacked the elk, indicating that it was hungry. But it killed the elk without moving a bite, indicating that it no longer wanted to eat these prey. This elk meat, which is extremely fat for wild animals, is no longer suitable for its appetite Already!"

All the quacks were stunned.

That big worm didn't eat the elk, but it ate Mr. Wang's body before.

This shows that its recipe has changed from birds and beasts all over the mountains to... people.

In Daxia, this kind of thing that eats people can no longer be called a beast.

People call it - demon.

(End of this chapter)