Bird Dude Nie Bufan

　　 Ghost Festival is not a big festival for Xishancheng. Early in the morning, I saw that many vendors displayed all kinds of weird ornaments and exotic clothes. Many people were dressed in fancy clothes and painted highly impactful colorful facial makeup, or directly put on ghost masks and pretended to be ghosts in the street. Have fun.

　　 It is said that this allows real ghosts to treat them as the same kind and enjoy themselves with others without causing harm to others. On this day, even if someone really sees a ghost, they must be treated as a person. Once the identity is broken, you will be haunted by ghosts.

　　 As the sun rises, there are more and more demons on the street, and the atmosphere is getting more and more enthusiastic. People who sell and drink, perform shows, pray for gods and worship Buddha, watch dramas, wrestle, and crowded in endlessly.

　　 At this time, a man wearing a mask and a red robe came to a grocery vendor and seemed to be checking the goods.

　　 The hawker greeted warmly: "What does this customer need? The stuff here is made by hand, absolutely exquisite."

　　 The man did not speak, but picked a blood-stained bone fan.

　　 "Twenty-five articles, thank you." The vendor said with a beaming smile.

　　 The man slowly took out the money from the purse and handed it over. The hawker stretched out his hand, his gaze naturally fell on the opponent's hand, his smile froze for an instant. I saw that the man’s hand holding money was gray and white with blue and purple. The back of his hand was cracked and it seemed to have been scraped by some sharp blade. There were still some black blood stains on the wound, which looked particularly hideous against the red sleeves. terror.

　　 The peddler's hand trembling when he took the money, but he was forced to calm down. Most people pretend to be ghosts and only make fuss about their faces and clothing, and never spend time on their hands and feet. The makeup color is mainly rich and beautiful, which looks strange, but has a special sense of beauty. But the cut on his hand in front of him is too realistic.

　　 Did you meet a real ghost? The hawkers were directly cold, and the surrounding excitement could not dissipate the slightest. His gaze slowly moved upwards, paused for a moment on the mask of the other party's teeth and dancing claws, and then noticed that his neck was oozing blue-gray, with green veins exposed, and bloodshots intertwined in the latest chapter of the blood inheritance boundary.

　　 The hawker froze, until the other party put the money in his hand and turned to leave without making a sound.

　　 After a while, he looked down at the money in his hand, and the result was another panic. The copper plates were mixed with paper dust, and some of them were stained with blood.

　　 He excitedly pulled the acquaintance on the other side of the stall, and said incoherently what had just happened.

　　 The person listened, and immediately whispered: "You are crazy, even if you are a ghost, don't make a casual statement, be careful to get caught in him."

　　 The hawker paled, and he dared not say anything.

　　 However, what he said was spread inadvertently. Many good things were conclusive, but they only dared to talk quietly. Although the rhetoric became more and more exaggerated, the costume of that person was well known by many people.

　　 Mask, red clothes, blue and gray skin, and coins with paper dust and blood stains.

　　 Nie Bufan stopped at a steamed bun shop and silently looked at the steaming steamer.

　　 "Guest, what do you want to order? Our shop sells stuffed buns, dumplings, and bean porridge porridge." The shop asked through the hazy mist.

　　 "A meat bun," Nie Bufan said quietly.

　　 "Okay." The shopkeeper wrapped the buns and handed it to him, "Three coins, thank you for your patronage."

　　 Nie Bufan took the buns and did not pay, but opened the mask halfway, revealing his horrible chin and a dark mouth.

　　 Seeing that the other party hadn't given the money, the store leaned over and looked around. He happened to see him taking a bite on the bun with his mouth wide open, and his face became pale with fright, and he finally managed to resist not yelling.

　　 After eating the meat buns, Nie Bufan said again, "Here is another vegetable bun."

　　 The shopkeeper handed him the buns tremblingly. After taking a few bites, he was silent for a while, and then said: "One more candy packet."

　　 Can't you order it all at once? The shopkeeper was frightened, irritable, and afraid to attack.

　　 At this time, another customer came over to buy buns, and the store hurriedly went to greet him, but after seeing Nie Bufan, the other party immediately ran away.

　　 The same thing happened again and again, and no one dared to approach Nie Bufan. The steamed bun shop was almost occupied by him, and the store wanted to cry without tears.

　　 After eating three buns, Nie Bufan felt full, so he fumbled and handed the money over.

　　 The shopkeeper was crying and said almost imploringly: "No, I'll treat you, you go."

　　 Nie Bufan felt that it was immoral not to pay for food, so he gave the bronze mirror with ghost heads engraved on it to the store, and then floated away.

　　 The shopkeeper looked at the bronze mirror with only a fuzzy ghost image printed on this side, and even the heart of crying—please don't come again!

Wang Shichan, who has been following Nie Bufan not far away, shook his head secretly. This guy is so damaged. He actually put on makeup once on all the skin that may be exposed on his body, and the makeup is lifelike. If you don’t look carefully, you almost see it. Nothing is fake. If it was at night, it would definitely scare people to death.

　　 Watching him wandering all the way, shuttled through the crowd, from time to time scared others to death. Even if the scared person received the coins, he didn't dare to say anything. Wang Shichan suddenly felt dumbfounded.

　　 The street market in Xishan City is not big. After one morning, rumors about Nie Bufan, a "real" ghost, have gradually become known. As a result, all the people in red clothes received special attention.

　　 Li Yi, Zhang Junshi and others are also wandering in the market, looking for a guy who has run away from home. The winner of the end is the king. Read the full text. With such excitement, with Nie's extraordinary character, it is impossible not to come out and pretend to be scary. It's just that most people put on makeup, which makes people dazzled, which undoubtedly increases the difficulty of finding someone.

　　 On the other side, Wei Di went to Ji Wo Village and met Si Chenyu. He was lucky. When he went, most of the chickens were moving outside the village, so he didn't embarrass him.

　　 After discussing good things, I wanted to see the village head of Jiwo Village, but unfortunately he was not there, so he could only temporarily return to Xishan City.

　　 "Did you find Duan Yu?" Wei Di asked as soon as he returned to his residence.

　　 An attendant bowed and replied: "Not yet."

　　 Not waiting for Wei Di's attack, he immediately added: "However, we caught Duan Yu's chicken."

　　Wei looked around, and saw another attendant holding a brown hen in his hand, with a fierce look in his eyes. It was indeed the chicken named "Langya" beside someone.

　　 He frowned: "What can I do if I catch this chicken?"

　　 Attendant said: "We can take it on the street. If it is seen by Duan Yu, we will definitely find a way to steal the chicken back."

　　 Wei Di pondered for a moment and then agreed.

　　The attendant took out a string, looped Langya's neck, and then pulled the other end, forcibly pulling it out.

　　 Wei Dian put on the mask handed by the maid, and followed far behind.

　　 After they left, Ms. Flower and Jin Jin walked out from the dark, their eyes were sharp and murderous. They glanced at each other and at the same time turned and disappeared into the alley.

　　 In the afternoon, Nie Bufan was tired from walking around, so he found a step to sit down and rest. Wang Shichan was leaning on a tree not far away.

　　 As soon as he sat down, everyone nearby moved away without a trace, but a vacuum zone was isolated after a while.

　　 Nie Bufan didn't care at all, holding the cake and raising it upward.

　　 "There are biscuits, do you want to eat?"

"No need to."

　　 Nie Bufan ate it by himself, and a lot of the makeup on his mouth was swallowed. The furrows and gully were distorted and looked very strange.

　　General rouge is poisonous. The reason why Nie Bufan feels relieved to eat is because the makeup around his mouth is basically made from the juice of various vegetables and fruits and some half-baked meat. There is no need to worry about being harmful to the body.

　　 In order to increase the effect, he secretly contains a few mouthfuls of sesame paste or red sugar water prepared in advance. After eating the cake, you can see the red liquid flowing out of the corner of his mouth...

　　 At this moment, there was a commotion in the distance, screams, screams, and collisions one after another, like a wave, from far to near.

　　Nie Bufan stood up, and saw dust everywhere in the distance. Many people rushed towards this side in a panic. It seemed that they heard the roosters in the chaos.

　　 Chicken cry?

　　 Nie Bufan hurriedly climbed onto a beast-shaped stone statue next to him, looking far away, and he saw many chickens running and jumping in the crowd. He recognized at a glance that it was a chicken from his chicken coop village. It is impossible for an ordinary chicken to fly over the wall, as fast as lightning!

　　 They move uniformly, there are about thirty or forty, and they seem to be chasing some people.

　　 Among the people chased, one was still holding a chicken in his arms. Look at their dressing, they should be Wei Di's people.

　　 Nie Bufan was a little surprised, and Wei Di caught his chicken in order to find him.

　　 This person has high martial arts skills, and generally fighting chickens are not its opponents, so they will find a group of chicken friends from the chicken nest village to help out.

　　 is also unlucky for the group of attendants, who is not good at catching who is not good, but catching Langya, as a lover of the flower girl, although it is a bit big cock, but it is very short-term, except for Nie Bufan, no one can bully its hen emperor into the latest chapter!

　　 It is the first mutant chicken in Ji'o Village. It is extremely clever. Its prestige in Ji'o Village is second only to Village Chief Nie. In addition, this group of chickens are the masters of the disaster, so naturally they joined the rescue operation without hesitation.

　　Wei and others were strolling in the street for less than an hour, when they saw a group of chickens rushing towards them aggressively.

　　 Then happened the scene Nie Bufan saw. The whole street market was swept by chickens, the dust was fluttering, and there was chaos.

　　Wei's attendants fled in embarrassment, with claw marks on the cuffs and hem.

　　 Seeing them getting closer, Nie Bufan dropped his mask and yelled, "Let down that chicken!"

Everyone followed the prestige, and saw one man standing on a ferocious stone statue, with fluffy hair, green face and fangs, glaring eyes wide, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, holding a blood-stained bone fan, and a bright red robe following the wind. Dancing, in the sunset, looks like a charm.

　　 Everyone fell silent for an instant, and looked up with bated breath.

　　 Hongyi Yunmei pointed at the crowd and shouted: "Come here all!"

　　 Everyone thought they were calling them, and they all dared not move.

　　Who knows that the chickens that were in the riots came out of the crowd one by one, and walked obediently to the side of the red ghost.

　　 Everyone watched this scene blankly.

　　 Hongmei Meimei pointed to the few people in the front again, angrily: "Don't let go of that chicken!"

　　 The attendant did not respond in a daze, and the chickens became restless, spreading their wings and crowing at the man together in a terrifying manner.

　　 The attendant was startled and hurriedly let go of Langya in his arms. Langya kicked him and ran into the flock of chickens arrogantly.

　　 In the startled gaze of everyone, the red-clothed Yunmei stood tall, with fluttering robes. At this time, the sun just set, the sky gradually dimmed, gusts of cloudy wind passed by, and the surrounding was deadly silent, adding a little more ghostly.

　　 Just listen to his yin: "Let me see you catch chickens again, and I will feed you chickens!"

　　 The attendants shuddered.

　　 Hongmei Yunmei waved his sleeves, "It's all gone!"

　　 The chickens obeyed their orders, bounced and flew, scattered around, but disappeared in the lane after a while.

　　 Hongmei Yunmei put on her mask again, jumped off the stone statue, and returned to low-key.

　　 The dust settled, and someone trembled quietly, "Have you seen? He can command the chickens."

　　 "So, he... is he really a ghost?"

　　 "Oh my god, I sold him that fan."

　　 "He still ate my buns?"

　　 "What should we do? Are we going to pretend not to see anything?"

　　 "I didn't see it, I didn't see anything!"

　　 "Yes, it's gone, it's gone, it's gone."

　　 "Oh, I will never eat chicken again..."

　　 The crowd dispersed, but before leaving, the corner of his eyes still looked at the red figure standing still beside the stone statue from time to time.

　　 Since then, there has been a legend about the chicken **** in Xishan City. Every Ghost Festival, everyone no longer kills chickens and eats chicken.