The years of reselling the haunted house

Chapter 533 Scorpio Lone Star
There must be something wrong with the old stall's death, at least he didn't die normally.Now that the mourning hall has not been withdrawn, the old stall's soul should not have left here either.These snakes may have been attracted by the soul of the old stall.

But Fat Dahai didn't dare to be negligent, and continued to throw those fine gnocchi into the air.It is said to be gnocchi, but it has been kneaded into small balls the size of rice grains by the fat man.

The large group of snakes retreated quickly after devouring the gnocchi mixed with lamp oil.

After the fat man spilled the last handful of gnocchi, his body softened and he sat down on the ground.

In the yard, the traces on the ground left by those snakes swimming out are still there, and those gnocchi that have not been swallowed are also scattered in the yard.

At this moment, I noticed that the remaining gnocchi in the yard were quickly swept away by a large swarm of black ants.Those black ants are each nearly two centimeters long, and they gather together in groups, which makes people get goosebumps when they look at them.

They didn't know where they came from, and they came and went quickly. After plundering the remaining gnocchi, the scene was empty again.

Looking back at everything that just happened, we really suspected that we had experienced a dream.

I glanced back, and thankfully the coffin lid was back on.

The little fly was also covered in sweat, and he who looked extremely calm before now looked in shock.

The three of us each found a stool and sat in the mourning hall.

I wiped the sweat from my brow and asked Little Fly: "Tell me, what's going on? How did Mr. Tan die?"

"Ill... died of illness..."

"Nonsense. If Mr. Tan really died, he wouldn't have died normally. Otherwise, his corpse wouldn't have undergone a deadly change. You can't hide this from us."

While Pang Dahai yelled at Little Fly, he kept wiping the sweat off his face with his hands.

But he had just grabbed the flour and lamp oil with his hands, and when he wiped it on his face, it made a gaudy face, almost like a grimace.It was supposed to be funny, but now we look at him, no one is happy, and we are all worried.Coupled with Pang Haihai's intentionally ferocious expression, in the atmosphere of this mourning hall, he looked hideous, and I trembled when I saw it.

The little fly didn't dare to look at Pang Dahai, lowered his head and said in a muttering voice: "Master...Master...has been poisoned by the corpse..."

Fat Dahai stood up from the stool and shouted at the little fly: "You still talking nonsense? Don't think I don't know. Your master is a bone picker. He deals with corpses all day long. He will be poisoned by corpses? Your master If he told you that, then either he lied to you, or the two of you made up nonsense together to deceive me and my boss."

Unexpectedly, the little fly also stood up from the stool this time, and confronted Pang Haihai: "You can say anything about me, but don't say anything about my master. My master will never lie to me. Whoever tells you that the bone picker will not Will you be poisoned by corpses? Let me ask you, if a doctor contacts patients every day, will the doctor not get sick? Will the doctor not be infected with a cold?"

"You..." Pang Dahai was rendered speechless by the rebuttal of the little fly, and remained silent for a long time.

Then, the fat man said to me again: "Boss, this little fly... seems to make sense..."

I was amused in my heart, so I quickly pulled the fat man to sit down again, and complained: "Can you listen to the little fly and know how to roar, what are you roaring?"

There was nothing wrong with the little fly's refutation of Fatty's words.It is precisely because the old stallhead deals with corpses all day long that he is more likely to be infected with corpse poison than ordinary people.However, the old stall has been picking bones for many years, and should have taken quite strict precautions, but this time it was suddenly infected with corpse poison. The news is indeed shocking.

I asked the little fly again: "Mr. Tan has been infected with corpse poison, is it serious?"

After asking this sentence, I felt that it was unnecessary to ask. Mr. Tan is lying in the coffin, can it be serious?
Little Fly was not serious about my questioning. With a sad expression on his face, he slowly recounted a past event a few days ago: "Master came back from outside that day, and his face was ugly. I thought it was him. Tired, I cooked a table of meals and warmed a pot of wine for him..."

I looked at Xiao Yingzi and interjected, "So, you are really Master Tan's apprentice?"

The little fly glanced at me, smiled wryly and said, "You still don't believe me."

I shook my head and said honestly: "I just think that Mr. Tan is used to being lonely. When I came last time, he never told me that he wanted to accept apprentices. In less than a year, he will accept Without you, I just feel weird."

Little Fly nodded: "You're right, Master really has no intention of taking apprentices. It's purely by chance that I met Master. I was picked up by Master."

"I picked up the bone and picked it up?"

"That's right." Little Fly slowly told us about his life experience.

It turns out that Xiao Yingzi's life experience is also very pitiful. He originally lived in a village eighty miles away from here. His parents died shortly after he was born. No one would take him in without his parents.At that time, a wandering Taoist priest came to the village. Seeing that the little fly was pitiful, he took him in.There was no place to live, so the Taoist took him to live in the Earth Temple.People in the village occasionally send them some food.The Taoist priest was kind-hearted, and kept raising the little fly, but he refused to let the little fly recognize him as his master.That's because at that time the Taoist should have figured out the fate of the little fly, and it would indeed kill the people around him.

Even so, the Taoist priest died of a serious illness when he was a little fly.The little fly felt sad, not only killed his parents, but also killed his benefactor.So he decided to stay away from the village and live in the mountains.Since then no contact with people.

It is indeed rare to make such a decision at Xiao Feizi's age.But the life in Shenshan was even more difficult. Within half a year, he caught a cold.In the process of going up the mountain to collect medicine by himself, he fell into the valley.

Just at this time, the old stall owner came here to pick the bones and found him, and rescued him back home.

When he learned of his fate, the old stall was not worried but happy, saying that he thought he would be lonely in this life, but he did not expect to meet him.Because the old stall owner has a job of picking bones, he is doomed to live a lonely life.You can't keep people around, otherwise you will kill your relatives.He and the little fly can just complement each other. They will live alone without each other, but they can complement each other when they are together.

So the old stall took Xiao Feizi as his only apprentice.

(End of this chapter)