snake coffin

Chapter 202 Give a Bowl of Soup
Mrs. Fan obviously didn't read many books. She made elixirs from the King of Huainan, mixed gypsum water with soybean juice and accidentally made tofu. She took another batch of ten elixirs and ascended to heaven. Chickens and dogs competed for food, and she also ascended with the day. He said it awkwardly.

From time to time I would put a piece of tofu into my mouth, and she would point to the spot where she stuttered.

She heard that I knew these things, but it was like a child reciting something. When I pointed it out, she continued to talk, and I continued to listen.

All she wanted was this feeling, two people, a stove, a pot of soup, chattering about the stories that Teacher Fan often told, as if Teacher Fan was still sitting here.

He didn't look at me until he finished speaking, "I'm not very smart. I haven't remembered what Lao Fan has been telling me for decades."

Now there was only half of the watery tofu left in the bowl. She opened the lid of the pot, poured the tofu in, and lightly stirred the soup: "Then do you know that loach and carp are the easiest to transform into dragons?"

"Why?" I didn't expect Mrs. Fan to be addicted to storytelling.

But when I heard "Hualong", my heart felt inexplicably tense.

"Because there are beards." Mrs. Fan put half a shovelful of lard into the jar on the side with a spatula, and then put the lid on the pot: "Old Fan said that you will know it after hearing it. Seeing you like this, there is no need for it." Understood."

We caught loach when we were young, and my grandma also told me that loach and carp have whiskers, which are easier to transform into dragons than other fish. If you see a big loach with long scales, you can’t catch it, you have to put it back, because it is Xiaolong.

Unexpectedly, drinking loach soup today and hearing such words again, I suddenly felt that it seemed a bit sinful for a person whose surname was "Long".

I looked at Mrs. Fan's finger with the Band-Aid on it: "Did you cut your finger on purpose just now?"

"Yeah." Mrs. Fan turned her finger towards me, feeling a little proud: "I'm not one of you. I chop pigweed every day. Even if I close my eyes, I can't cut it. That's what Old Fan Liu said..."

Now the pot boiled again, and the "cuckoo" sound of cooking tofu became louder, and the water vapor permeated the air, filled with fresh and sweet.

"After finishing this bowl of soup, I'll see you off." I added a piece of firewood to the stove and said with a wry smile, "It's not safe in this town."

"I know." Mrs. Fan lifted the lid of the pot and threw the onion into it: "Old Fan said that if you come, I will cook you a bowl of loach tofu soup. If the livestock at home go crazy, or he will come back , or the whole town will die."

"But I don't want to go." Mrs. Fan waited for the onions to be cooked, and motioned for me to take out the firewood and sprinkle the chopped green onions in the soup: "Okay. You can leave after drinking the soup. I won't keep you at night. .”

She didn't let me go to the table either, she just sat by the stove, holding two thick porcelain bowls and two pairs of chopsticks, and drank the soup with me.

The whole pot of soup, without any ingredients, tastes really fresh.

It was just that I was eating hot tofu, but Mrs. Fan ate it in big mouthfuls. She didn't even feel that the hot tofu was hot, so she just picked it up and threw it into her mouth.

I finished my soup and got up to leave.

When she sent me to the door, her pig was screaming in the pigsty, and kept hitting the wall of the pigsty. His head was bleeding, and even the pig's mouth was crooked, but it kept hitting.

With a low growl unwilling to be reconciled, there was a "bang bang", hitting the wall non-stop.

Mrs. Fan took a flashlight and took a look, half of the wall was covered in blood.

Sighing, he dragged me out: "I have a motorcycle, do you dare to ride it? Just put it in Aunt Liu's noodle shop next to your house, and just ride it back when I go to the market."

I looked at her with deep eyes. She and I might not survive until the next time we go to the market.

Just as he was about to speak, he heard a scream from the pig in the pigsty, followed by the sound of whining and gasping.

Mrs. Fan scanned it with a flashlight, and the hooves of the pig had already weakened and fell into the pigsty.

Bright red blood flowed on the newly added straw, and there were strands of something in the blood swimming along the straw.

Mrs. Fan sighed: "Tomorrow, I'll burn the pig. You can go on the motorcycle."

She knew that the whole town might be about to die, but she still spoke as if she would still live well, as if she didn't know that she was going to die.

I looked at her seriously, took the key she handed me, slowly raised my hand, and tapped the back of her head.

Qin Mi Po taught me to read acupuncture points. I am very strong now, and it is not difficult at all to knock people unconscious.

Mrs. Fan didn't even hum, and fell softly to one side.

I carried her on my back, put the glasses and mobile phone on the window sill into her pocket, took out my mobile phone, sent a message to Yu Xinhe, and went to the stream with Mrs. Fan on my back.

The creek I always like to use to cross the border is in Zaoshan Village. It can be passed quickly without using the magic walking talisman.

As soon as I arrived at the stream with Mrs. Fan on my back, I saw Yu Xinhe standing by the stream: "Why do you ask Xin Heyue, why don't you change your name."

"Please." I threw Teacher Fan over from here and looked at Yu Xinhe across the stream: "The last thing Teacher Fan cares about is her."

The gift of glasses, specifically saying that the teacher's wife needs to settle down, he must be referring to the latter matter.

That pot of loach tofu soup was specially left for me by him, in exchange for sending Mrs. Fan out of town and alive.

So when Qin Mipo sent me out of town, she specially brought Teacher Fan's glasses so that I could have a chance to send them back. She probably also knew that Teacher Fan had news.

After all, Teacher Fan can use sugar to enlighten people, so he probably did a lot of research on snake coffins, black brutality and the like.

Yu Xinhe followed Mrs. Fan, led out Ba Snake, and looked at me deeply: "Do you... still have a chance to come out?"

I waved to her, turned around and left with the amulet.

It didn't matter now whether or not there was a chance to get out of town.

When I returned to Mrs. Fan's house, the dead pig was already stinking.

I filled a bowl with the loach and tofu soup left in the pot, and I took the bowl of soup and went to my house in the town again with the magic amulet.

The magic talisman was very fast, but when it arrived, the soup was still blown cold by the wind.

Half a day has passed. When I carried the bowl of soup downstairs, the two-headed snake had already poked its head out of the window.

She looked at me and gave me a strange smile: "Oh, she's really back. Go tell the master that she's here."

I held the soup in one hand and opened the rolling gate with the other.

Go straight up the stairs, and you will encounter a double-headed snake at the top of the stairs on the second floor.

"You're back, you're not afraid of death." Their snake tails were broken, which would obviously hurt a lot, but they still had a seductive smile on their pretty little faces.

I thought about how during the day when it was dark, I saw that they could still follow Long Ling's instructions and perform actions that could only be done by secretly watching movies on the computer. For a moment, I admired their ability to endure pain.

Holding the soup, follow them to the third floor.

When they reached the entrance, they tapped the tail of the snake lightly, and the entrance and exit appeared again.

I was a little curious, looking at the extended stairs: "Is this a mechanism?"

"No, this is a technique." One of the two-headed snakes looked at me and chuckled: "You have no chance to learn it."

I went down the steps and saw that Mo Xiu was not wrapping the white wood coffin with the snake's tail like before, but was sitting on the side playing with his mobile phone.

Long Ling was also lying in the coffin playing with his mobile phone. The two seemed to be playing some game, and the sound was very intense.

But I don't play games, so I can't hear what they are playing.

Both of them were very serious. I came and ignored me.

I walked over, put the bowl of loach tofu soup on the table beside me, and took out my phone to swipe and poke.

In fact, I really have no intention to play at this time. After looking at all the social software, almost no one has contacted me.

But we can’t be embarrassed, let alone lose our place.

But after a while, the game was over, Long Ling poked the screen: "Alas! Alas! You idiot, alas... listen to me, go!"

But then he threw the phone into the coffin in annoyance: "It's really a brain problem. This is giving away the head and dragging me in."

But Mo Xiu was obviously still playing, so he didn't look up at me.

Long Ling pouted his face and was angry for a while, constantly scolding his teammates.

It seems that she is an ordinary person who is annoyed when she meets pig teammates while playing games.

"Hey, the people in this game are interesting. I asked Mo Xiu to play with me. Do you want a piece?" She immediately changed her mood.

He gently tapped his hand and held the phone in his hand: "People in real life will not violate me in the slightest when they see me, so it doesn't mean anything. People in the game are interesting, and they won't do it because of I am the dragon spirit, and worshiping me feels real.”

These words were a bit too Versailles, so I didn’t know what to say, so I just pointed the bowl of loach and tofu soup at her: “I drank a bowl of good soup, and thinking that you have the same name as me, I specially brought a bowl to you. Taste it.”

"Is this for me?" Long Ling held the phone and looked at me in surprise.

He looked at Mo Xiu again, looked at me uncertainly and said, "I thought you were for Mo Xiu, hurry up! Give me a taste."

"Did you two quarrel? Let me just say, you just jumped into the cracks in Longjia Village, Mo Xiu hurried over, and then went to Yinyang Lake, why didn't there be a spring breeze, it turned out to be a quarrel." Long Ling half body Protruded from the coffin.

Looking at the bowl of soup: "It smells delicious, let me taste it."

I carried the soup and walked towards Long Ling, it seemed that Qing Zhe's pine needles made of fallen leaves did not cover my breath, as soon as I came back, Long Ling knew it, but he didn't have an attack.

And Moxiu, who was playing the game, saw me carrying the soup step by step towards Longling, towards the white wooden coffin, but he was trying to operate the game without even raising his head.

(End of this chapter)