Here Lies The Wicked

There are many taboos about dead people.

For example, not everyone can eat a meal for the dead.

The older generation mentioned taboo. Unless the deceased was an ancestor or a direct elder, outsiders would not be able to enjoy the life of the dead, or else they would lose their yang shouts, damage the Yin de, have something to follow you, and cause big trouble.

This woman!

This is about letting everyone in the house go!

In the gloomy room, Fang Zheng was calculating whether he should go straight to the front, have some confidence in winning, and have some confidence in avoiding hurting ordinary people, but soon found that in this small space, it was almost impossible to avoid hurting the two grandmothers.

The atmosphere was eerily stalemate.

"Hmm?"

Suddenly, Fang Zheng was startled. He suddenly found out something.

Soon, fang zheng's face lit up with smiles, as if he had made a major discovery.

At this moment, the most nervous and scared person in the whole house was sun Yu Shu, who had a debt to pay. After Zheng Mei died, he became entangled with him. His face was pale and his body was stiff. He was scared and scared. He was shocked by Fang Zheng's sudden surprise. He was scared and said, "What, what, what?"

Sun Yushu's expression was uglier than crying.

Fang Zheng looked relaxed and smiled, "It's okay. Sit down. Sit down. Since it's aunt Mei's specialty, we must try aunt Mei's cooking. Don't let aunt Mei down on us."

After saying that, he did not hide from the dead and sat down beside Zheng Mei.

"Aunt Mei, do you mind if I sit directly with you?"

After Fang Zheng sat down, he shivered and felt that the magnetic field around him was particularly dark and cold, like a high-power freezer beside him.

Sun Yushu's face turned ashen.

His body trembled, and he was about to cry out with an ugly face. It was over. It was over. Even Fang Zheng, who was the only straw, had fallen into the trap of evil.

This is food for the dead!

Could it be eaten alive?

At this time, sun's mother had also sat down at the dining table, and Sun Yushu could only sit with her stiff hands and feet. He was very scared and wanted to pull up his mother and turn around to run, but he couldn't forget zheng mei's grim eyes when she looked at him with a fish-killer in her hand.

However, at this moment, the sound of eating made Sun Yushu's mouth grow wide as if he had seen a ghost.

Fang Zheng had already eaten it!

A braised fish of five or two sizes was swallowed in two or three mouthfuls, with its head and bones.

A plate of fish balls was almost wiped out in an instant.

Then look at the fish head chopped with chili peppers.

There was not a drop of fish soup on the table and not a single fish bone was spat out.

Sun Yushu's brain was in a daze. In this scene, he thought of the starving ghost.

"Sure enough, Fang Zheng is possessed! He's unreliable!"

Looking like a demonized starving ghost reincarnated into Fang Zheng, Sun Yushu's face was ashen and his hands and feet were icy cold. Then he was horrified to find that Zheng Mei, sitting right across from him, raised his head at some point and looked at him with a pair of dead fish eyes.

His scalp was numb from the sight, and the wind behind his back was swishing.

Sun Yushu gritted his teeth. He knew that he had to eat this meal of death. Even for the sake of his mother, who was sitting next to him, he gritted his teeth, picked up a piece of fish, and closed his eyes to deliver it to his mouth.

"Don't move!"

Sun Yushu's hand trembled in fright when he yelled, and the fresh and tender fish caught in his chopsticks fell onto the table.

Then he saw fang zheng, a chopstick caught the crucian carp that was caught by Sun Yushu, and ate the whole fish with a few mouthfuls of relish.

Before Sun Yushu could react, a table full of fish and meat was swept away by Fang Zheng in less than four or five minutes.

At this moment, Sun Yushu was so shocked that her eyes were about to pop out.

This damn thing is not a starving ghost!

This is a glutton monster!

No one eats fish and even fish bones! Aren't you afraid to live and become a puffer fish?!

At this moment, it was as if even the cold and gloomy atmosphere that had been suppressed in the room was suddenly suffocated and frozen at this moment.

Sun Yushu hesitated and wondered if fang was really possessed. Or is it fake?

He looked like he was possessed by evil and suddenly lost his composure. But Fang Zheng seemed to have saved his life, eating all the fish on the table by himself.

"Aunt Mei, your cooking is amazing. The food is so delicious that it can be considered as the most delicious in the world. I unknowingly ate all the food by myself, so that aunt Mei and Sun Yushu didn't get a bite of the fish. Why don't... Aunt Mei cook it again? I'll eat slower this time." Fang Zheng's face was still full of meaning.

After hearing Fang Zheng's words, Sun Yushu almost fell to his knees.

Brother!

Can we stop messing around?

It's too late for other people to avoid a meal for the dead, but you still have the initiative to chat up and ask for another meal for the dead!

You can't take it easy!

My mother and I still want to live!

Sun Yushu was about to cry.

Zheng Mei, who was sitting next to Fang Zheng, turned his head, gave Fang Zheng a deep, lifeless look with his empty eyes, then stood up and walked to the kitchen without saying a word.

Soon, the smell of food oil and fish wafted from the kitchen.

Then there was another big meal.

Smack, smack...

Five minutes later, Fang Zheng swept them all away.

Zheng Mei stood up.

Zheng Mei went to the kitchen.

Zheng mei just sat down.

Zheng Mei went to the kitchen again.

Zheng mei had just sat down for less than five minutes.

Zheng Mei went to the kitchen without stopping.

...

"Mom, I remember you don't like fish. It's rare for us to see you buy fish. We have so many fish in stock today. Crucian carp, grass carp, black fish, baby fish, and all kinds of freshwater fish in the river."

Taking Zheng Mei to the kitchen again, Sun Yushu secretly asked his grandmother.

"Oh, aunt Mei, why are you so pale? You look like you're walking unsteadily. Are you too tired? Is it okay?"

When another table of fragrant "Delicacies" came to the table, Fang Zheng was kind enough to care about Zheng Mei, who was sitting quietly beside him, while his hands kept moving, and all kinds of wind and cloud swept across the table of fish.

Zheng Mei was still as dead as ever, silent and sitting still.

But his face was paler than it had been in the beginning.

Even the gloominess around him was getting weaker.

At this moment, Sun Yushu's scalp was numb and he felt his hair stand on end.

This time, he was not afraid of a dead man who had come back from the dead.

It was the creepy taste of Fang Zheng.

He suddenly realized that he was starting to sympathize with Zheng Mei.

It's so edible.

Dozens of times, a dead man was forced into a living chef, cooking until his hands cramped, his limbs numb, his face pale, how could a person's stomach be so big?

Sun Yushu was shocked that the style of the painting was changing.

Horror movies turned into variety shows?

If Sun Yushu knew that Fang Zheng had always been able to eat a buffet for six or seven hours, he would be more sympathetic to Zheng Mei.

Fang Zheng had long noticed that Zheng Mei was weak.

So he ate more happily.

There was no need to fight, no need to expend excess physical strength, no need to bleed, no need to risk your life, just need to quietly make a food, you can eat a ghost to weak, I'm afraid this is the easiest time in history to eliminate demons.

It's time for a new record.

And all the fish meat, fish soup, and fish bones in his stomach were completely wiped away by the sun god fire in Fang Zheng's body, as well as the vigorous qi and blood.

There was not a trace left.

The sun god fire, was originally the divine fire to ward off evil spirits.

The qi and blood that "The Voldemort King Kong Seal" cultivated also had the effect of dispelling evil spirits. In addition, it refined these external evil things bit by bit, and even consumed almost nothing to himself.

As early as the beginning, Fang Zheng had discovered that the smell of fish that he breathed into his body was actually a kind of evil.

Because of the fire of the sun god and the vigorous qi and blood in his body, both of them were stimulated, automatic stress defense, the moment the evil thing entered the body, it was refined into nothingness.

When he found out about this, he was overjoyed.

Then he realized that eating fish could weaken Zheng Mei's ability, so he opened his stomach even more and began to eat and drink recklessly.

... An hour...

... Two hours...

This meal, from around 11 pm until almost 5 am, the sky and earth gradually broke into the dawn, plop, accompanied by the sound of dishes falling to the ground, the busy woman in the kitchen finally kneeled.

"Aunt Mei, aunt Mei, what's wrong with you?"

"Aunt Mei, why are you kneeling on the ground?"

"Aunt Mei, are you okay?"

"Aunt Mei, you look so pale?"

"Aunt Mei, I'll help you."

Poof!

Like the sound of rags tearing, in the kitchen, Fang Zheng's right hand glowed with gold, piercing through Zheng Mei's chest.

"Aunt Mei, you're too tired. Have a good sleep." Fang Zheng, who had been running into the kitchen with a concerned face, suddenly looked cold and calm. His right hand pierced through Zheng Mei's chest, and the golden flame burned even more fiercely, engulfing the woman's upper body in an instant.

"You!"

The second time Zheng Mei spoke,

As if to say that you have cheated a ghost, or that you have even cheated a ghost...

But in short, she could no longer speak. It was a fatal injury. Gulp, gulp, gulp. Zheng Mei wanted to speak, but when he opened his mouth, he kept spitting out a stream of muddy water. There were also rotten dead fish, crucian carp, grass carp, black fish, all common in the river.

Zheng Mei died in a car crash in Tongjiang bridge.

Bang!

At the same time, a wisp of grey air was instantly swallowed up by the Human Skin scriptures.

But Fang Zheng had already covered his mouth and ran to the toilet to retch.

As a result, his digestive organs were so developed that the food he ate had already been digested into dregs and could only spit out green and yellow bile and bitter water.

Not a single piece of fish was spat out.

The more I thought about it, the more disgusting it became. The so-called fresh and tender fish actually came like this... Mud and coal, Fang Zheng vomited until his stomach cramped and he wanted to cry.

This is a psychological trauma.

It's not a physical injury that can be cured with medication.

He wanted to leave a psychological shadow on fish for the rest of his life, and when he thought about eating it with relish not long ago, he begged Fang Zheng how big the psychological shadow was.

Fang Zheng lay on the bathtub and kept retching his bile. He would rather start over and face the ghost than leave a lifelong psychological shadow!

Fang Zheng wanted to cry without tears.

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