I am a snake, so it makes sense to teach a group of demons, right?

In the autumn of the year when Fei was six years old, because of the festival of dedication, the small town school took a long break.

Tsing Yi led the big yellow dog to fish on the banks of the Taiping River every day.

The hook is a curved hook, but there is no bait on it.

So from beginning to end, Tsing Yi did not catch a single fish.

Nine is the pole of the number.

The festival of dedication lasts for nine days.

Every day, he bowed his head to the sacred tree for nine hours and for nine days, in order to ask the gods to grant the nine worlds good health.

On the first day of the festival, the town is empty, and the Shenmu Forest is so quiet that it is almost a little gloomy on weekdays.

Except for the ‘ghosts who smashed the dead’, every sacred tree was crowded with people, like a sea of flies that submerged the corpses.

Half of the families come out early in the morning and then at noon, most of them are businessmen from wealthy families in small towns.

After all, nine copper plates a day, eighty-one in nine days, for these merchants, it is a hair on the body of nine cows.

Poor people have no money, so naturally they can only kowtow honestly.

On the first day, the town’s 450,000 residents, a total of 679 people, spent nine hours, including Xiao Budian.

Tsing Yi one by one, the number is clear.

Six hundred and seventy-nine people, from early morning to noon, then to sunset, to the middle of the moon.

It didn’t stop until the second half of the night.

More than 600 people took advantage of the moonlight, supported each other, limped out of the sacred wood forest, and walked across the covered bridge.

“Fuck, nine hours, I can’t get out of bed for at least half a month.”

“Alas, day after day, year after year, so busy that I can’t even get nine copper plates.”

“My knee was numb and painful, and I felt like I was being bitten by ten thousand ants, and Ming’er couldn’t come to death.”

“My wife passed away last year, and I buried her doll, and I have enough food and clothing, which should be enough.”

“Be human, don’t be too greedy, one life will be one.” Even if the dead father Tuo Meng knelt in front of me and kowtowed, Ming’er would not continue. ”

On the second day of the festival of dedication, only seventy-nine people remained who continued to enter the sacred wood forest to kowtow.

In nine hours, a total of thirty-one people stopped halfway.

On the third day of the festival of dedication, six people continued to kowtow.

On the fourth day, there was only one person left.

On the fifth day, one person.

Day 6, one person.

The night is deep and the stars and moon are dim.

On the seventh day, at about three o’clock, Tsing Yi stood at the gate of the fenced courtyard, quietly looking at the little man who supported his thin body with his elbows, climbed out of the Shenmu Forest little by little, and climbed across the covered bridge.

“The bell and drum of the sixth dynasty, it should be enough~”

Tsing Yi said to himself.

On the seventh day of the festival of devotion, the sky has just dawned.

Xiao Budian, who had slept for more than two hours, walked out of the town tremblingly with a wooden stick, walked across the covered bridge, and walked into the sacred wood forest.

“VI…

“Don’t you want those legs?!” Rao

is a land immortal, who has witnessed the rise and fall of the dynasty, and has seen too many births, old age, illness and death, sorrow and joy, and he can’t help but be slightly moved.

……

Noon.

Tsing Yi led the big yellow dog to the town.

“Sir is here, please take a seat.” The

little girl in an emerald green skirt hurriedly wiped the clean tabletop, wiped the wooden stool, and poured a cup of tea for Qing Yi.

“The old rule, salty, put more green onions, not coriander.

“Okay. ”

Tender white tofu is crushed with wooden chopsticks, sprinkled with fine salt, drizzled with sesame oil, and garnished with chopped green onion.

Tsing Yi took small bites and ate elegantly.

The tofu stall business is quite hot, and it is a meal, so there are many customers.

“I heard that the Zhao family gambling house specially opened a bet for the Chen family kid in Wuyi Lane, did you bet money?” “What money to bet? Which kid?”

“The new bet of the Zhao family gambling house

, bet on the kid named Chen Mengfei in Wuyi Lane, whether he can kneel for nine days.”

“I’ve seen that little ghost, as thin as a bamboo pole, kneeling for six days, and today is the seventh day.

“The seventh day?! My God, go crazy~

” “I went to the gambling house just now, and the odds of the Chen family kid’s new bet are simply crazy.

“Bet on one copper plate, as long as the Chen family kid can kneel for nine days, he will get thirty-seven copper plates.”

“It’s only the seventh day, and tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the odds will skyrocket.”

“I think you guys are crazy, if that kid

can’t kneel for nine days, you can’t pay for death?” “The most fatal point, do you think the Zhao family will let the Chen family kid kneel for nine days?”

“Let’s trust Master Zhao, after all, businessmen care most about the word integrity.”

“I heard that many people borrowed lambs and staked their entire wealth, I am really afraid that if that kid does not kneel for nine days, the gamblers who lose red eyes will eat it one by one and eat it alive.” ”

On the seventh day of the festival of dedication, Xiao Budian knelt for nine hours.

The people who could kneel for nine days rejoiced.

On the eighth day of the festival of dedication, Xiao Bu Dian is as always.

After nightfall, Tsing Yi hung a wooden sword from his waist and walked out of the fenced courtyard.

Taking a deep look at the dark Shenmu Forest, Tsing Yi walked across the covered bridge and headed towards the town.

He wanted to reason with Old Master Zhao in Wolong Lane.

……

The moon is like frost and snow.

Walking on the bluestone long street, Qing Yi’s face suddenly stunned.

In the dark alley, accompanied by the sound of crackling, a demon crawled out.

No.

Not a devil.

Just a woman who looks like a demon.

The woman broke two legs, and like her son, she supported her body with her elbows, little by little, crawling with difficulty.

Tsing Yi saw that the woman was still carrying a saw behind her.

The woman apparently did not expect that there were still pedestrians on the streets at night.

Zhen lowered his head lightly, and said ‘sorry’ softly to Qing Yi.

The woman slowly climbed in the direction of Wolong Lane.

The three lacquered pupils of Tsing Yi shone brightly.

It’s like seeing a phoenix with broken bones.

The woman was thin on her shoulders, carrying all the spiritual energy of Qingping Town for nearly three hundred years.

Tsing Yi hid his figure and followed closely.

……

In the small town of Wolong Lane, the Zhao family’s mansion is brightly lit at night.

“Sir, crazy, that group of gamblers is crazy, almost smashing pots and selling iron, all bet on the Chen family kid can kneel for nine days.

“It’s the eighth day, and that little ghost really doesn’t care about his two legs.”

“Sir, tomorrow is the last day, really let the little devil kneel, we will lose blood.”

The butler of the Zhao Mansion said worriedly.

“Calm~

” Old Master Zhao, who was dressed in brocade clothes, tasted fragrant tea and said indifferently: “Do you think I will let that group of crazy fools get their wish?” The

butler asked: “Master means…”

The corner of Old Master Zhao’s mouth hooked a sinister smile, “Shenmu Forest is outside the town.”

“There was only one imp in the entire woods.

“It’s normal to be eaten dry and wiped clean by wild beasts such as jackals, tigers and leopards.” ”

A bunch of skinny bones, how can you kowtow?” “Kowtow

is less than nine days, aren’t we the ultimate winner~”

The butler stretched out his thumb

, “Sir, high!” A subordinate suddenly walked into the main hall and bowed to Old Master Zhao: “Sir, there is a woman outside who asks for a meeting, saying that it is Chen Mengfei’s mother-in-law.”

Zhao

Huairen’s eyes flickered for a while, “Please come in.” ”

……

After half a blaze of incense kung fu.

Looking at the Chen family woman with yellow skin wrapped in thin bones and only upper body, Zhao Huairen and Zhao Butler looked at each other, and they were both stunned.

How did this woman raise her son?!”

“Master Zhao, concubine Nanjinping, Wuyi Lane Chen family Chen Nan clan. The

woman’s voice was soft and her eyes were bright.

Old Master Zhao, who had always looked at the untouchables with his nostrils, arched his hand at the woman, “I don’t know what is the important thing about Chen Nanshi’s late night visit?” The woman

whispered: “The concubine wants Old Master Zhao to dissipate.” ”

My son’s note.

Old Master Zhao smiled faintly, “Chen Nanshi, do you know how popular your son is these days?”

“Too many people staked almost everything, everything, for your son.

“There is only one last day left, and you make me distract.

“Those angry gamblers will devour me alive.” The

woman smiled toothlessly, and said, “I heard that Old Master Zhao likes to gamble, why not have a fight with a concubine

?” “Oh?!” Old

Master Zhao suddenly became interested, “What kind of gambling?” The

woman rolled up her trouser legs, revealing her half-amputated thighs that were not as thick as an adult’s forearm.

“Please ask Master Zhao to see how long the concubine’s left leg can be?”

Old Master Zhao stared carefully.

For adult women, the length of the thighs is about 15 inches.

The woman’s thigh was truncated in the center, and there were more than 7 inches left.

“Between 5 inches and 10 inches.

Zhao Huairen replied confidently.

“Master Zhao, you guessed wrong~

” The woman smiled and said, “The correct answer is less than half an inch.” With

that, the woman untied the saw on her back.

In front of Old Master Zhao and the butler of Zhao’s mansion, the serrations were placed at the base of the left leg.

Moment.

The flesh and skin were torn and the blood was red.

The clicking sound poured into the ear holes like crazy.

Old Master Zhao and the housekeeper, two pairs of eyes and four pupils, suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip.

Zhao Huairen has seen too many cruel and tyrannical people who kill people like numbness.

However, like a woman, don’t say it, you haven’t even heard of it.

The clicking sawing sound made Zhao Huairen creepy to listen to.

The woman’s eyes were bright and calm.

The face was not distorted in the slightest.

It’s just that Xiu’s eyebrows frown slightly.

“Enough!”

Zhao Huairen waved his hand, “You go, I will dissipate

~” The woman put away the saw stained with blood, minced meat, and bone chips, lowered her head lightly, and said softly: “Thank you~” Looking

at the thin back of the woman gradually moving away.

The butler’s double trembling trembled and trembled like a sieve.

Old Master Zhao stretched out his hands, and his palms were moist.

“Ruthless~

” “It’s so ruthless!”