I have a long pupil

Chapter 42
Duh!duh duh!

In the darkness, the noise continued.

It was that precious big cock of Papa Zhou.

In just a few days, the rooster seemed to grow bigger again, the blood-colored comb drooped like a sarcoma, and the tail feathers became more gorgeous.

Duh!duh duh!

After a few pecks, the holster was completely torn, revealing the sharp beak shining with cold light.

Duh!duh duh!

Grass clippings flew around and the hemp rope broke.

This handsome big rooster was freed, the blood instinct made it stretch its neck, and wanted to sing loudly, but it shook its head and forcibly held back.

The door of the firewood house was locked, and there were no windowless earthen walls around, but the rooster circled leisurely a few times, then flapped its wings, flew up the beams, broke through the tiles and thatch with its sharp beak, and got out from the roof.

Under the night wind, it spread its wings to its heart's content, as if it would soar into the sky in the next moment.

But when it came, it stopped.

It turned to look at the wing,
The eyes are full of murderous bloodthirsty...

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"Ah! Damn beast!"

The shrill scream broke the tranquility of the night.

Zhang Biao opened his eyes suddenly, turned over and got out of bed, removed the horizontal knife on the wall, opened the door and rushed out.

Outside the courtyard, the night wind was blowing, and it was pitch black.

The movement came from Zhou's house next door.

The crowing of cocks, the meowing of pigs, accompanied by the wailing and cursing of old man Zhou, made a mess.

Zhang Biao didn't hesitate, he rushed to the base of the wall in two steps in three steps, stepped on the jujube tree to take advantage of it, and soared into the air.

He stood on the wall and took a closer look, suddenly stunned.

In the courtyard below, Father Zhou's clothes were disheveled and rolled in the soil, his eyes were bleeding profusely, he touched them with his hands, howling and cursing.

Under the bright moon, a big rooster was so handsome that it flapped its wings and flew up and down, chasing Zhou Jia Dalang.

Zhou Jia Dalang originally had bad legs and feet, but now he stumbled and was extremely embarrassed, his body was covered in blood from being pecked.

"Good beast!"

Zhang Biao didn't hesitate, he directly buckled the stone on the wall, turned his wrist inward, and flung out his forearm with a flick.

This is the migratory locust stone technique.

Walking in the rivers and lakes, you must know some hidden weapons and throwing knives. Zhang Biao is not good at this, but he is still proficient.

With a bang, the feathers flew.

Contrary to Zhang Biao's expectation, the big rooster was very vigilant and escaped the flying stone at the last moment, only breaking its tail feathers.

Immediately, the wings fluttered and flew into the night.

"what?"

Zhang Biao's eyes narrowed slightly, and he chased after him.

This rooster was obviously not right, not only was it fast, but it would also dodge around without landing at all.

If it weren't for the innate limitations, I'm afraid it would soar into the sky.

Zhang Biao lowered his body and galloped over the eaves like a civet, throwing locust rocks one after another in his hand, but he dodged them all.

After chasing and catching up, he reached the side of the square after a few breaths.

The walls of Yujingfang are usually framed by burnt wood, rammed loess, and bricks are laid on the outside, up to two feet high.

The rooster landed on the wall of the square, and was not in a hurry to escape, but stared down at Zhang Biao, eyes full of viciousness and resentment.

Zhang Biao also stopped, his face darkened, his eyes of spiritual vision turned far away, and a message flooded into his mind:
chicken monster (fan)
1. It was originally an ordinary poultry. It ate a lot of centipedes and poisonous insects. Its physique is far stronger than that of its kind. It survived for more than seven years. Under the influence of unknown forces, its blood burst.

2. Restore the wild nature, fierce and aggressive, and must be repaid. Because the time is too short, it has not yet entered the product.

3. I like to peck my eyes the most.

4. It's angry...

Strange?
Zhang Biao was stunned.

Fang Xiangzong of the shamanism classifies this thing specially, and there is even a school responsible for the research and confrontation, which is called "the tiger eats the stomach".

Unexpectedly, ordinary poultry can also mutate into "monsters", which can hurt people before they enter the product.

After confirming its roots and feet, Zhang Biao was no longer in a hurry to catch up. Instead, he hugged his hands and said "tsk tsk" in his mouth, making the sound of feeding.

Sure enough, the chicken monster's eyes suddenly turned blood red, and it flew down with flapping wings, trying to peck his eyes.

Roosters are aggressive and fight endlessly, and some even die of anger after losing.

Mutations in bloodlines also do not change instincts.

And at this moment, Zhang Biao turned his left hand lightly, and it turned out that he had already secretly taken out the enchanting mirror.

The mirror flickered and was shrouded in coldness.

The chicken monster flying in mid-air lost its mind and flew crookedly.

Zhang Biao had already seen the right time, turned sideways and swung the knife upwards, directly chopping off his head.

Puff puff!
Although the chicken head fell off, the chicken body was still turning and writhing in place, making dust everywhere and spraying blood.

Zhang Biao picked it up directly and returned to Zhou's house.

At this moment, the courtyard was in a mess, and the Zhou family boss was enduring the pain and helping the blind old father Zhou.

"What, dead?!"

Hearing that the chicken monster was dead, Father Zhou suddenly collapsed and wailed: "It's over, it's over, you... you accompany me auspiciously!"

I see…

Zhang Biao suddenly understood the cause and effect, and angrily scolded: "Stupid! Take this thing as an auspicious offering, let alone whether it will work, if you hurt someone in the palace, will you two survive?!"

After hearing this, Father Zhou was stunned for a while, then suddenly lost his mind, and murmured: "It's all because of my greed. From now on... what should I do?"

Zhou Jia Dalang quickly comforted him, "Father, there is still me, don't worry, the child is only lame, and it's no problem to earn a living."

After Zhang Biao saw it, he was also moved with emotion.

He understands Father Zhou very well. The people's lives are difficult. Facing the opportunity to stand up, not everyone can maintain their rationality.

Some people take an opportunity, and it is very likely that their families will be destroyed...

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It was another morning, the sky was dim.

gurgling...

In the kitchen room, the thick soup was tumbling, and the aroma was overflowing.

Naturally, the chicken monster would not be wasted, and Zhang Biao directly boiled it with tiger bones, turning it into Bazhen Qi and Blood Soup.

Check it with the eyes of spiritual vision, as he expected, although it has not yet entered the product, the efficacy of the medicine has improved a lot.

After the decoction was swallowed and refined, it immediately turned into a torrent of heat, which rose from the dantian and rushed to Ren Du's second channel.

After a long time, Zhang Biao stopped thinking.

Although what happened last night was a tragedy, it opened his mind.

There is no elixir at this stage, but the chicken monster has already appeared, so there is no guarantee that there will be no other abnormal changes.

In "Three Yang Classics", Bazhen Qi and Blood Decoction is only the most basic decoction, and then there is "Dragon and Tiger Buqi Decoction", if you can find tiger monsters and basilisks, and replace the elixir with some rare medicinal materials, it may also be effective.

It's just that I'm afraid it's hard to find this thing...

Zhang Biao thought of Cui Laodao inexplicably.

It may be more convenient to use the Tiandimen channel.

But after that night, after seeing Zhang Biao's embarrassed appearance and the charming figure in the water behind him, Cui Laodao may have developed fear, and he hasn't contacted him these days.

Forget it, let's find a place to live first.

Thinking of this, Zhang Biao changed into casual clothes, rushed early in the morning, and went directly to Fengyifang...

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"Three coffins?"

"Or the coffin of mother and child?"

In Fengyifang, inside the Chen family's coffin shop, the shopkeeper Chen Chuba repeatedly asked the shopkeeper.

The clerk hurriedly said: "Shopkeeper, I don't dare to talk nonsense. They came over last night and made a deposit in a hurry."

Chen Chuba's face was ugly, "Is it still Yi Chonghui?"

The buddy nodded, his face turned pale, "Shopkeeper, I have never encountered such a wicked thing. In less than half a month, there are eighteen coffins, is Yi Chong doing something..."

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Chen Chuba gritted his teeth, "We can't afford to offend those people. Since the deposit has been paid, we can just pretend we don't know about it."

"Do it today and send people away early!"

At this moment, he suddenly raised his head, and saw a man standing at the door, he suddenly said in his heart, "Guest officer, what do you want?"

It was Zhang Biao who came.

He didn't seem to have heard the conversation between the two just now, and said with a smile: "Shopkeeper, please find out, whose property is that ruined Taoist temple in the depths of the bamboo forest?"

The shopkeeper Chen Chuba lost interest as soon as he heard it, but seeing Zhang Biao's tall and powerful man, he didn't dare to offend him, so he scratched his head and said, "I heard from Fangzheng that the place was originally the Chongyang Temple property, but later it was abandoned because of the lack of incense."

"Chongyang Temple...Thank you!"

Zhang Biao arched his hands, turned and left.

As soon as he went out, his face darkened.

He has heard all the words of the shopkeeper and the buddy before, and he has already guessed in his heart.

People were killed one after another in Yichonghui, most of them sent people into the cave of Wushen Temple.

Mother-child coffin, one corpse and two lives.

This kind of ghost, as mentioned in Nuo Mian Jiangliang, is called "鬾", which means that children form ghosts, and they like to harass pregnant women and children the most.

If I'm not mistaken, it should be that little ghost, A Guang, who followed me out...

(End of this chapter)