Horror Teahouse: I only sell terrible things

The scene in front of me was not so terrible, but my stomach began to squirm, and a mouthful of stomach acid came up, making me almost vomit.

What is Ah Gong doing? Making wine from dead people's nails?

I am sure that the clay jar on the ground used to tie his nails is filled with wine, and the smell of inferior alcohol is particularly pungent.

I couldn't help but feel angry, and I hated the merchants who sold fake wine, because my father drank fake wine to death.

Anger made me impulsive, and I opened my mouth to rebuke.

"What are you doing?!"

Ah Gong's hand to cut his nails stopped, he turned his head to look at me, and the cold light of the corpse hit his face, as if shining on the face of a dried corpse, which was particularly infiltrating.

"Young man, you came just in time, the Ascending Immortal Wine will be ready soon. "

Ah Gong didn't seem to hear my questioning, and continued to do the work in his hands until he cut all the nails of his five fingers clean.

I couldn't bear it anymore, and strode up to Ah Gong, and just wanted to speak, but I saw two low glass jars next to the wine jar.

By the light of the morgue, I could see what was inside the glass jar.

One glass jar was filled with white intestines, and the other was filled with a dozen round eyeballs.

Whether it is the large intestine or the eyeballs, they are still bright red and bloodshot, and only the organs that have just been removed will look so fresh.

If I had seen these two things in the wet market, I wouldn't have been afraid, but this is a morgue, and it's hard for me not to think about ......

The more I thought about it, the more scared I became, and my stomach seemed to be filled with a sour soup, which kept tumbling.

"Vomit!"

I retched, because I hadn't eaten, and only spit out two mouthfuls of sour water.

Ah Gong laughed at me.

"Boss Lin's buddy, how can you be so timid?" he

put down the nail clippers and took out a large pair of scissors from the toolbox next to the bed, the room was dimly lit, and I couldn't tell whether the mottled shadows on the scissors were dried blood or rust.

Ah Gong lifted the glass jar full of large intestines, reached directly into it, and pulled out a long intestine, he took the scissors and cut it hard, and the large intestine of the length of the forearm fell into the wine jar with a "poof", and the aroused hops splashed all over the ground.

Seeing this scene, my whole body trembled with fear, could the so-called "Ascending Immortal Wine" be a corpse wine?

I wanted to leave here, but my legs seemed to be filled with lead, and I couldn't move a step.

"It's done in a moment...... Ah Gong smiled grimly, opened another glass jar, grabbed a few eyeballs, and threw them into the jar as well.

Ah Gong took out a boxy red cloth from his pocket and wrapped it around the mouth of the bottle with twine.

"You go back and divide it yourself. With

that, Ah Gong handed me the wine jar.

The wine jar was obviously not too big, but I felt extraordinarily heavy, and a chill passed down the jar into my body, making me shiver.

I just questioned Ah Gong's courage, I don't know where I ran to, I swallowed hard at this moment and asked.

"I should give it to you...... How much?"

said Ah Gong with a smile.

"Two hundred and seventy pieces. I

held the wine jar in my arms with one hand, and took out the money to Ah Gong with the other hand, and the wine in the jar shook for a while, and a rich aroma of wine wafted into my nostrils.

"Wait, I'll give you change. I

was in a trance, blinked my eyes vigorously, the discomfort disappeared, and I saw Ah Gong take out the money from his pocket, pull out three and hand them to me.

He handed over not the familiar gray banknote, but a yellow ...... Round ......

I shuddered, isn't this paper money for the dead to burn?"

"Boy, put the money away......