Seeing the nodoctor looking at me, I thought about it and said that the one who was in trouble was my sister. She seemed to be entangled by some evil spirit. Every night when she sleeps, she would be crushed by ghosts. And when she was half asleep, she saw a pair of red shoes on the ceiling.

I changed the name of Ji Yayun's previous encounter with the Hongpao Xisha and said it, and while I was talking, I paid attention to the expression of the Yelangzhong.

He frowned slightly at first, and then his eyebrows were twisted into a lump. He drank a sip of wine from time to time. When I finished speaking, he had already drunk three bowls of rice wine, and his already rosy face turned even more red.

"Tell me your sister's birth date." The wild man said in a deep voice, and drank the wine in the bowl in another gulp.

I stared at him and slowly reported Ji Yayun's birth date.

After hearing this, the wild man bared his teeth and took a breath, shook his head and said:

"The eight characters are completely yin, no wonder they will cause evil spirits. When the rain stops tomorrow, I will go with you. As for the charges... it depends on what the situation is."

I hurriedly said that money is not a problem, as long as it can save my sister's life.

When I said this, I felt extremely suspicious.

I have had contact with Nodokaku. Although I can't be familiar with him, I also understand his style of conduct and some small movements.

Inhaling with bared teeth was one of his habitual actions.

Although this habit is small, it is very distinctive.

Every time he encounters something difficult, he will twitch the outer corners of his left eye first, then grin at the right, and take a short breath.

It doesn't sound special, but if you see it with your own eyes, you will feel a little weird.

The reason is very simple: human movements are controlled by nerves.

Most people's facial movements are either balanced on both sides or on one side, which is a natural reaction.

In short, since his left eye twitched, it should be the corner of his mouth on his left to follow, but he grinned to the right.

Not only to the right, but also to the downward.

It is precisely because his habit of movement is too natural that he gives people a very unnatural feeling.

It feels like the faces on both sides do not belong to the same person.

Habits can be similar, but they cannot be exactly the same. For example, two identical leaves cannot be found in the world, and even twins cannot be completely the same.

From this we can be sure that the one in front of us is the wild man.

Could it be that the one who died in the county just happened to be called Yin Liuhe?

But if that is the case, why doesn’t the wild man recognize me?

At this time, the old donkey walked in from outside, took off his raincoat and said, "Lao Yin, stop drinking, just stutter. It's raining, and I've been tortured and crying along the way."

Judging from the tone, the two of them were obviously very familiar.

The wild man's face turned red when he drank, and he stood up and scolded:

"You old guy, when did you come here to me and have you ever had the advantage of you? Let's go with me to the kitchen and show you something good."

The two went to the kitchen, and only the blind man and I were left in the house.

The blind man got up and walked to the door, looked at the kitchen, turned around and took out the compass from his bag and looked at it.

Gradually, his face became rarely solemn.

I asked him in a low voice what he saw.

But he shook his head, said nothing, put away the compass and walked behind the door, and began to walk forward step by step against the wall.

I saw it strangely, but I knew that he would not do it for no reason, so I didn't bother him.

The blind man walked to the corner of the wall, looked back, turned around, and began to walk to the other side.

When he walked to another corner, he took a sudden breath and walked to the statue of Zhong Kui several steps, raised his head and stared at the statue with his eyes wide open.

I couldn't help it anymore and wanted to ask him what he had discovered, but suddenly I smelled a strange fragrance.

The blind man turned around and smiled and nodded behind me.

Although he tried his best to look natural, I still saw that he smiled very far-fetchedly and his movements were a little stiff.

He must have discovered something.

I thought to myself, and turned around and saw the old donkey coming in with a pig iron pot.

The pot was slightly steaming, and the fragrance came from the pot.

Since we saw the old donkey, he has been silent and his words are hard and cold.

At this moment, he smiled and said, "Get your hands on it and take the kettle away."

I walked over and lifted the kettle on the stove and saw him seat the iron pot on the stove.

The pot was black and oily, and I don’t know what kind of meat it was. There were also some gray things that had just been put into the pot, which seemed to be some kind of mushroom.

The old donkey rubbed his hands and said to us with a smile:

"You two have a chance, this time you have a good time."

I nodded with laughter.

To be honest, this big pot of food is really not very good, but the taste emitted is particularly attractive.

Especially when the ash mushrooms are boiled, they will be so fragrant.

I couldn't help but suck.

Looking at the blind man again, he frowned slightly when staring at the things in the pot.

The wild man came in from outside, carrying a bamboo basket in his left hand and a large plastic bucket in his right hand.

Seeing his right hand, I couldn't help but suck my teeth.

Why did I forget this...

That time in Liantang Town, in order to lure the ghost catfish out of the pouring tank, the wild man bit off a piece of his finger and drew a talisman in my palm.

I saw him "resurrected from the dead" before, but I kept twisting my mind, but I didn't expect this.

"Come on, try the wine I made myself." The nodoka said with a smile.

When he put the barrel on the table, I saw his unfolded right hand clearly.

The index finger of his right hand was indeed shorter.

But after seeing his fingers clearly, the doubts in my heart not only did not ease, but became even deeper.

I remember that he bit off the front part of his finger at that time, and only by biting from the joints can he bit off his fingers.

But now I saw that his index finger on his right hand had nails, and his fingers were still three sections.

It was like a complete finger, never injured, but it was just a shorter one.

how so?

This situation cannot be medically explained.

For some reason, I suddenly remembered Lao He and the person in the middle of the photo.

The thumbs of these two people were also shorter, and I couldn't confirm the people in the photo, but I looked at Lao He's hand carefully and there was no sign of injury to his thumb, as if it was born shorter.

Thinking of Lao He, I couldn't help but think of the ring again.

Why is the ring missing...

"Sit down quickly and have something hot."

As the wild man greeted us, he took out a few bowls from the basket and placed them on the table, unscrewed the lid of the plastic bucket, and poured four bowls of wine.

I am not a greedy person, but as soon as the wine is poured out, the aroma of the wine is immediately filled with the aroma of the meat in the pot, and I can't help but move my index finger.

The four of them sat down around the stove. The old donkey was not humble. He picked up the wine bowl and took a big sip. He picked up the chopsticks and took out a large piece of black meat from the pot and couldn't wait to put it into his mouth.

The meat was just picked up from the pot and it was very hot. He was so hot that he sucked it, but he was so chewed that it was oily. It seemed as if he had never eaten meat in his life, and he was afraid that others would snatch it from him.

The wild man picked up a mushroom and put it into his mouth, pointed at the pot with his chopsticks and said to me and the blind man:

"It's all in the countryside, don't think it's dirty."

"How can it be!" said the blind man, but his hand holding the chopsticks hesitated for a moment, picked up a piece of meat from the pot and blew it, stuffed it into his mouth and started chewing it.

I originally thought that this wild man didn't want to eat or drink, but the old donkey ate meat and drink wine, and the blind man ate it, so he started eating it without hesitation.

The key is that I had been tossing for the middle of the night last night and had eaten early at noon. Now Wudiao Temple is cooing.

The meat is delivered to the mouth, and the fat is melted in the mouth, and the thin one is very chewy, but it is not at all.

I felt like I had never eaten such delicious meat before, so I couldn't help asking Nodo-chan: "Sir, what kind of meat is this?"

The wild man smiled and said, "I just cooked wild boar meat from the mountains last week and stewed it for three days and three nights."

Looking at his familiar smile, I couldn't help but smile, "The old man was kidding, this is not like wild boar meat."

I have eaten wild boar meat once at Sun Lu's house. It's not the taste. The key is that no meat can be stewed for three days and three nights, so it won't be completely melted.

The old donkey also smiled and said, "This is wild boar meat, but it's been over the past year. Lao Yin, this wild boar has been going on for fifty or sixty years, right?"

"Haha, you old guy, you're so old, you've lived to be a dog. If you've been stewed for fifty or sixty years and have been stewed for so long, then will you be a meat sauce?"

The nodo-chan glanced at him with contempt, pointed at the meat in the pot with chopsticks and said, "This guy is at least over a hundred years old."

I originally wanted to laugh, thinking that no wild boar could live to be one hundred years old. But when I looked at the old donkey with a surprised look, I swallowed the words to my mouth.

The two old men are over 100 years old together, why do you want to joke with us like this?

But if it really is as the wild man said, this wild boar has lived for more than a hundred years, then will it be a sperm?

I thought to myself, but I couldn't stop.

I picked up the bowl and drank a sip of wine. A sensation penetrated from my throat and my stomach, and I suddenly felt a little sweaty.

I quickly picked up a mushroom from the pot and stuffed it into my mouth, but I heard the blind man coughing twice in a hurry, as if I wanted to remind me something.
Chapter completed!