Mad Son-in-law

Zan Xichuan blinked at everyone and whispered: "There is a problem in the meal."

Wang Jie knew in his heart that there was no doubt that the problem was with Liu Huilan's little uncle and sister-in-law who had nothing to do.

But what is a ghost eater? What's the harm? What are the methods of harm? Wang Jie didn't know.

At the same dinner table, there were these two guys staring at the side, and Zan Xichuan couldn't say it clearly.

Wang Jie furrowed his brows, thought about it, stood up, and said to Liu Huilan's uncle and sister-in-law: "Two, sit down and eat together. In your terms, none of them are outsiders."

The two guys were a little panicked, and quickly stepped back two steps, and waved their hands: "How do you do that? In our place, when the guests are at the table, we are absolutely not allowed to eat at the table. It is not in compliance with the rules. Hey, you eat, you eat, this year The new rice is very fragrant!"

With Wang Jie's mouth, Zhang Dabiao and Lin Huang both stood up, and they dragged Liu Huilan's brother-in-law to the table with "enthusiasm", and smiled faintly: "What are you polite? Come, let's eat together!"

The two of them have very strong hands, and they almost pressed this guy's mouth into the rice bowl! Let him struggle hard, but he can't get rid of it.

Liu Huilan didn't know why, seeing her uncle trying to break free, she smiled at Wang Jie: "A Jie, don't be polite with him, you can eat, we still have..."

"Aunt Liu, don't worry, you are the landlord, and we have to be the guest!" Wang Jie said quietly: "Old Zan, what do you say the old saying? The guests drink, the director eats, the brothers and sisters, Yi Bishi Jian. You take a drink, make a sample, and let this man who has cooked dinner for us for a long time have a meal!"

"Good!" Zan Xichuan took a sip, drank half a cup of shochu, stood up, clamped the gray rice grains in the bowl, and savoured it into Uncle Liu Huilan's mouth.

"Eat, isn't it the new rice? If you don't eat it, it won't give us face!"

The couple had a guilty conscience, one covered his mouth and resolutely refused to open his mouth, the other dragged his husband to get up and flee.

At this moment, a cry came suddenly.

Everyone was shocked and hurried out to see one of Liu Huilan's children lying beside the stove.

The child's face was dark blue, his teeth closed, his limbs twitching like spasms...

"No, it's hit!" Zan Xichuan yelled.

Originally, Wang Jie asked everyone to sit down and eat, but Liu Huilan insisted on not letting the children go to the table in order to make the best of the landlord's friendship, and only secretly served them a bowl of food by the stove. As a result, as soon as the two children took two bites, the older boy felt chills all over and fell to the ground.

Seeing the unhappy husband and wife Sa Yazi ran away, Lin Huang and Zhang Dabiao took a few steps without saying a word, and stopped them abruptly when they went out.

"What are you doing? We are not hungry... You can eat by yourself, we still have something to do!!" The shrew rushed and ran away.

Zhang Dabiao raised his hand to a big slap, and yelled, "Where to go? You don't want to eat the food cleanly, no one wants to go!"

Zhang Dabiao and Lin Huang couldn't help but said, and they pushed them back together.

Liu Huilan's mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were terrified, thinking that the child had a sudden emergency. How did they think that the couple who came to deliver food and vegetables were "death-killing ghosts" sent by the village head!

"Aunt Liu, don't panic, let us see!"

Wang Jie hugged the child to the resistance, and Zan Xichuan left and right.

Wang Jie is in charge of cutting the pulse, looking at the pupil and looking at his complexion; Zan Xichuan looks to each other, looking at the soul, and grasping the five elements.

"The tongue coating is thin and white, the pulse string is thin, there are two sounds in the body, it seems that there is evil in the body!" Wang Jie blurted out.

Zan Xichuan, after seeing the child's head and pupils, also asserted: "The child has eaten ghost food and hit the evil!"

Upon hearing this, everyone was taken aback.

The so-called ghost food is different from ordinary ghost tribute.

The tribute is usually placed in front of the tomb in front of the coffin to pay homage to the dead. It tastes nothing but a little more dust. But ghost food is not ordinary, it is the grains placed in the coffin of the dead. The five grains of rice, millet, rice, wheat, and sun cater to the five elements and symbolize abundance. Therefore, there is a custom of sprinkling grains in coffins soon. But in fact, in the records of Maoshan, the earliest grains were used to suppress the dead, which could be attached to the corpse and avoid disasters. Therefore, it is also called ghost food.

Generally, the old people are dead, and the grains after death are scattered in the coffin. However, the dead are often more hostile, so when they are buried, the grains will be hit in a cloth bag and stuffed under the deceased’s porcelain pillow. In other words, the rice in this bowl was taken out of the coffin, which is why the prince felt a smell. Although the smell is extremely weak, the arrogance attached to it can't be removed...

"Damn, who made you harm people?"

"This kid is your nephew!"

Zhang Dabiao yelled at the two scumbags.

The two of them hung their heads, trembling, but refused to speak.

"Old Zan, it's important to save people, just leave them alone. Is there a way?" Wang Jie asked in a low voice.

Zan Xichuan frowned and said in a low voice, "I don't know, it depends on the opponent's way! I'll try it first!"

After finishing speaking, he picked up a bowl and said to Liu Huilan's youngest son: "My child, now only you can help your brother. Come and give me a bowl of pee."

The child was so frightened and sobbed, how could he bother to pee!

Fortunately, Liu Huilan trusted Wang Jie and the others, and quickly comforted the child, and took half a bowl of boy pee.

Zan Xichuan strangled the child's chin with one hand, gently hooked to open a gap, poured the boy's urine in, then picked up the child, leaned on his lap, and patted the most diamond fingers on his shoulders continuously, muttering words.

For eighteen consecutive times, the child suddenly groaned and retched, and a puddle of pale green mucus came out of his mouth.

"How about it, Master Zan, my son..." Liu Huilan was anxious, and Zan Xichuan raised the child's eyelids and looked at it, frowning: "Aunt Liu, don't worry, the child is not in danger for the time being, but he will wake up for a while. Come. But this situation can't last long. He must wake up before tomorrow night. Otherwise, according to our jargon, the master of the ghost eater will find his soul, and no one can do anything by then."

"Old Zan, what's the method?" Wang Jie said anxiously: "How to save the child? This time is the key!"

Zan Xichuan hesitated for a moment, and condensed: "The method is to have, that is, after dawn, before noon, find the grave of the ghost eater, directly destroy the corpse, and kill the soul. However, the premise is that you have to survive tonight."

"Master Zan, what do you mean? You mean, there is still danger tonight?" Lin Huang asked.

Zan Xichuan whispered: "The person who eats ghosts obviously has the right way. He now knows that we have someone here. Therefore, he can come to kill him during childhood. And we are passive, only Can wait to fight back. If he succeeds, the child will be dead."

Without saying a word, Hao Meng grabbed Liu Huilan's little uncle, raised his chest to one knee, and cursed: "Scum. If you want to live, tell grandma, who made you do it?"

Liu Huilan’s little uncle was beaten up, and she opened her mouth so painfully that she was about to confess, but her daughter-in-law hurriedly gave him a push, muttering: "Want to die? If you say it, then that is dead... "

When the village chief came to the door and dropped the two thousand yuan, he had already explained that as long as the group of people eat rice, they will be divided into 30% of the money they have, but if things are messed up, they will not survive. New year. They have heard the news that their sister-in-law’s relatives are coming, and they have been itching for a long time. This time the village chief has come to threaten again. This is not a matter of going smoothly. It’s hard to think that these people are so difficult to deal with. Messed up...

"Big cat!" Wang Jie snorted coldly.

"Yes!" Zhang Dabiao didn't say a word, grabbed the shrew's hair, and yelled in pain.

At this moment, Wang Jie's chopsticks were headed, a few grains of rice flew into the shrew's mouth, directly into the throat, and swallowed...

"Ah...ah... I ate too..."

This stinky lady was scared in an instant, yelling, turned around and ran outside: "Quick, help me..."

But after only a few steps, the big red face was like a layer of autumn frost, with black green in the pale, and he stuck his head on the ground and passed out!

"Vicious woman, it's not an exaggeration to cramp and pull the bones, it's time to kill!" Wang Jie grabbed the man by the hair and said sharply: "Did you see it? Your woman was also recruited. Don't say anything else, the next one. It's you. Say, who instigated you?"

"The village chief, it's the village chief!" The wimpy man wailed, "Don't kill me, the village chief forced me to come, and I can't help it. My wife is so obsessed with her money that it will be enough if I get your bag of money. We spent a lifetime..."

"Your village chief knows how to use alchemy?" Zan Xichuan asked Liu Huilan.

Liu Huilan shook her head, but it was his little uncle, who was eager to make contributions, and hurriedly said: "The village chief can't, but a wandering Taoist came to his house today..."