Chapter 3 Part 2: Fox Trouble

Dazzling. Tokyo's hottest nightclub Y/N.Countless people, none of them awake, shook their heads and danced to the powerful music. Dazzling tattoos and hair colors shone brighter than rolling lights. The bloody dance floor in the middle of the all-red decoration lobby was the most eerie. Someone was selling ecstasy pills on the dance floor, and the handsome young girl swallowed a large dose of several pills with a strange intoxicated look on her face.The music is as loud and loud as Satan's drums.She began writhing wildly, giggling, and removing her meager shirt. I suddenly feel very troubled.The short, white-haired drug bug approached me with blinking eyes like a dead mouse, and frivolously touched my naked back, "Little girl, how about some excitement?"

Looking down at him, I have endless loathing intertwined on my face.You damn little monkey, raising your hands over your shoulders to flirt with women is very hard, don't you want me to lower my body and satisfy your last desire in this life?I run my fingers down his throat, watching the last breath that can't be breathed or shouted from his lips, disappearing into the void. It's easy, but the blood that has been occupied by drugs for a long time is already very viscous, attached to my well-dressed nails, and cannot be cut off. There is always such a nasty thing that makes me grumpy.

After the dwarf fell to the ground and died, a few young men with green dragons and white tigers on their chests with their chests open surrounded me amidst the frenzied lights. Pushing and shoving, forcing me to go to the small door behind the bar.I know there are underworld gangsters covering the place, drinking recklessly, being served attentively by dancers who have just stepped off the stage from a dirty dance, and thinking that they control the fate of the entire world. I looked at them contemptuously, and suddenly the depths of my body burned violently.It was indistinguishable visceral excitement, as if seeing thousands of gallons of blood in advance, running down my face, before my eyes.

So be it, since you need it.Since you crave it.Since you make it, buy it and sell it, and since you love it so much. Just let me give you death.Complete, irreversible, no reincarnation, vengeance, clean death.Don't believe that the Naihe Bridge under the ground will exist for you.impossible. The human beings killed by the demon fox are the smoke and dust of extinction. Seventeen bodies were left behind.I shyly walked out the door. The air blowing in the night sky is slightly fresher, but the filth of the metropolis is still everywhere, forcing people to frown deeply.In the already deserted streets late at night, only a couple of drunks leaned on the railings on the sidewalk and sang in silence, ah ah woo woo, no matter how shrill it was, it was not far from howling wolves.

I shook my hand.Looking far away, you can vaguely see the dark blue silhouette of the mountain in the distance.In addition, vaguely, what is it smelling? A little aroma of grilled chicken wings. Grilled chicken wings? Which barbecue stand is still open in the middle of the night?And the production is so overbearing. The harder I try to smell it, the more thrilling the smell is. One is that I have been dancing wildly for half the night, and I can’t stand the little sushi I had for dinner. The other is that the barbecue ingredients are strangely fragrant. Although the scale is small, the momentum is amazing. Come on, grab the olfactory nerve in the brain, three times, five divisions, the greedy team obeys, and immediately attacks the mind.

Regardless of what anyone might see, I jumped up and let go of my steps. Like a gust of wind, I did a carpet search within an area of ​​one kilometer. The result was that I didn't even find half a raw chicken butt, not to mention grilled chicken wings.But Di Nanmei made a fuss, and I would never get nothing. When I approached the northeast corner, the scent suddenly became very clear. If I hadn’t had a good concentration, I would have almost fallen to the ground and let the halazi flow endlessly in a coma. . Now that I have seen the right direction, no matter whether there is a minefield or a hot oil pan ahead, I will eat if I say I want to eat, and I will hit anyone who stops me.Rolling up my sleeves twice, I buried my head in pursuit of the grilled chicken wings in my mind, bouncing up and down in mid-air, the speed was as fast as lightning, and because I was too excited, my whole head was still flashing white, if someone nearby couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, at this time When you go out to watch the sky, you will immediately yell, "Honey, go out to watch the flying saucer."

Acting as a flying saucer, I flew tens of kilometers in an instant, and soon landed in the mountains on the outskirts of Tokyo.The mountain scenery in the middle of the night is deep and mysterious, with a unique flavor, but it is by no means the focus of my attention at this time, because in front of my nose, the smell of grilled chicken wings is so strong that it can be used as a sap, and my keen eyes have already seen a small piece of it. The faint light of fire from behind the woods.Resisting not to directly launch the Thunderbolt Jue to burn the mountain to open the way, I jumped to the top of the forest and walked over in a few steps.Then, as expected, a bonfire was seen burning.On top of the bright and lovely flame, a long thick black stick is placed on wooden forks at both ends, and a small wire mesh basket is hung in the middle of the stick. Inside the basket is nothing but a few roasted chickens until they are tender and golden, fat and oily. Sigh, the fire has just reached the point of perfection—chicken—wings—drumsticks.

It’s like meeting an old acquaintance in a foreign land, like when I got the title on the gold list, I was ecstatic, I yelled and flew out, spread my ten fingers, and was about to grab the chicken wings. The iron fork stretched out from my eyes lightly and delicately, and the wings were forked away. A voice nearby sang merrily. “I like braised wings…” Silly standing in front of the empty grill, tears welled up in my eyes.I pursed my mouth and turned my head, only to see a very young man sitting cross-legged on the ground not far away, smiling at the pile of chicken wings, drooling like me.Two hands covered with grass leaves and dust were stretching out towards my heart in a daze, I couldn't bear it anymore, I rushed up and kicked it.

In the next second, he took over the role of the flying saucer from me, screamed and jumped into the sky, his ass flew over a huge mountain ridge, and disappeared into the deep shadows in the distance. clap hands.I let out a breath, sat down, and the chicken wings were right in front of me. The chicken skin was flexible and crispy, and it was cooked really well. The hair roots were all removed very cleanly. The subtle mouth, the outer edge is very smooth, extremely deep and extremely narrow, unlike any masterpiece of known tools, it is more like—vigorous?Who would cook chicken wings with a blade of infuriating energy?

As soon as I thought about it, I was contemplating it, when my eyes suddenly went dark, where did this darkness come from, and the answer will be there in the next moment, mother, who is so bold, who sneaked up on me from behind to eat shit! I looked away.Eyes suddenly doubled in size. The young man who was kicked out by me and should be twitching ten kilometers away at this moment, with all limbs intact and unscathed, dashed back with great arrogance, blowing his beard and staring at me behind my back. "Then who, why did you kick me?" If you lose, you don't lose, and you have to be stubborn when you die.Not to be outdone, I retorted: "Why did you grab my chicken wings?"

He was startled, and said to himself, "Your chicken wings?" He lowered his head, picked up the wings and looked at them. He looked like he was about to bleed to confess his relatives. After a long time, he yelled back at me, "Obviously it's mine." After announcing the ownership, he quickly grabbed one and stuffed it into his mouth, crunching and biting, while letting out a long sigh of satisfaction, he sat down with his eyes closed, looking very cool . I looked at him with tears in my eyes. According to my temper, I really wanted to rush up to fight, but if I did this, I would be scolded until my head was frozen. deterrence.I patted my butt angrily, and I turned around to leave. But the man's cheerful voice came from behind, "Hey, Miss Fox, come and eat." Turning around, a fragrant chicken wing came from the sky and hit me on the face.With one sentence, "Don't kick people randomly next time, it would be bad if you kicked to death." Throwing objects are silent, and the momentum is very accurate.The landing point is just right. Good hands, good eyesight.Even with my full attention, I could barely avoid it.Who the hell is he? However, there is enough to eat and everything, no matter how sacred it is in the middle of the night and deep in the mountains.I leaned against the tree contentedly and enjoyed it with relish. It wasn't until one of them had finished eating that I suddenly woke up and screamed, "What did you call me?" When he saw the chicken bone waving in my hand, he threw another one over and said with a smile, "Miss Fox, aren't you?" I grabbed it discouragedly, continued to eat, and asked vaguely, "How do you know?" He stood up solemnly, bowed slightly to me, and looked very cute, "Your Majesty, hunter of the Hunter Alliance, a little fox can still be seen. But don't worry, I won't catch you. " After looking at me a few times, he added a very objective evaluation, "I can't catch it even if I want to." Only then did I take a closer look at him.What a handsome man, his face is sharp and angular, but his forehead is round and smooth, without any violent smell, his eyes are cold, his eyebrows are black and flying, he is always smiling.He was wearing a black and capable night clothes, but his hair was tied messily behind him with only one ribbon, and he looked at people with a strange warmth and sincerity.I always believe one tenth of what people say, or simply treat it as fart.But for some reason, this person, I am willing to trust. "what's your name?" he ask me. "Di Nanmei." own name.It's been a long time since I read it, and I haven't heard anyone read it.Every word and syllable has sharp gears, cutting my memory bit by bit.Frowning, I heard him say, "Good name, it's not like me." With a look on his face that he stepped on shit on the street, he introduced himself regretfully, "My name is Zhu Geliang. People used to call me Brother Zhu, but now that I'm older, they call me Brother Zhu." He shook his head, and suddenly yelled to the sky, "Father, what name did you choose? Let's see how many mice I will give you this Qingming Festival." I couldn't help laughing.As a result, a chicken bone choked my throat, causing me to roll to the ground, coughing and crying.Seeing this, the man named Brother Zhu rushed over quickly, hugged me, crossed his hands on my abdomen, and strangled me back hard, my throat loosened, and the bone was sprayed out.The eighty-year-old lady was so angry with the child, the fox had eaten chickens all his life, and today he almost ate chickens.Coughing, I stood up and waved to him, "Thank you, thank you, I can't see that you are still very smart." He shrugged his shoulders, "He is as wise as a fool, and I am as wise as a clever one. The level is not low. Hey, what are you doing here?" I looked around and saw that the chicken wings had been completely eaten, and he was more skilled at eating than me. Not to mention the bones were gnawed, and the dregs were not spit out. It really was iron mouth and copper teeth.Sighing in disappointment, I said, "I smelled chicken wings and came looking for something to eat. What about you?" He lazily rolled over and sat down, leaning against a tree and yawning, "I'll stay here and wait for a baluda." Recalling that he said that he is a hunter, he is probably a member of the hunter alliance who has been very popular in the world recently.The Bruta beast is indeterminate, lives in seclusion, and has never been involved with human beings. What are you waiting for? Brother Pig was full, curled up comfortably on the ground, yawned, "It's very useful, they will erase the memory, there are a lot of stupid human beings, who are troubled by unhappy memories, hoping to be relieved, so I entrusted hunters to find them. Ludamon." so fresh.Hey, can I take a free service by the way, and give it to me, he turned over, sleepy, "No, I still think I have little memory... I don't even remember what my mother looks like." In the murmur, I really fell asleep. I was not far away, watching his expression quietly.Serene, sweet, and hearty, I really fell asleep in an instant.A person who can sleep in front of strangers so carefree must have done nothing wrong.When the thought turned to this, he burst out laughing, what a good dream. I don't know why, but I suddenly don't want to leave.Of course, there is nowhere to go.This time I came to Tokyo because I heard that two of the most famous Feng Shui masters in Japan were invited to visit and step on acupuncture points for the rich man.I poked around and found out that one got a bad name and swindled. In a fit of anger, I dropped a lot of shit at his hotel to mourn my wasted time. The other had a few brushes, but the quality was not good. Just look at it and you will be poor.Speaking of which, in the few years since I went to Fox Mountain, I have traveled all over the world looking for psychics and prophets, and I have gained a lot.Waiting for the fortune teller on the overpass, you can still knock over a few. The bonfire is still burning, occasionally crackling, the sky is slightly blue, the air is peaceful, I am a little sleepy, so let's sleep next to the handsome guy.Before I closed my eyes, I smacked my lips in regret: two more chicken wings would be nice... At dawn, I was woken up by Brother Zhu’s cheerful singing. When I got up, I saw that this man was laying on the ground to make a fire, and there was a line on the ground next to him. Small pots and small water pots were filled with clean water and oil from nowhere. There is a complete lineup of salt, sauce and vinegar bottles, and there is a small hanging basket hanging on a low branch of a miscellaneous tree, with a handful of raw noodles and two tomatoes in it.If you take a closer look, it turns out to be the best ramen produced by "Mizuyoshiya" in Kyoto.Hearing the sound, Brother Zhu turned his head and grinned at me, "Hey, wait, breakfast is almost here." I squatted down to see how busy he was, the fire was booming, the water was boiling, the chicken essence and tomatoes were added to the soup to add flavor, the noodles were cooked in cold water, and then the noodle soup was blended.I was salivating when I smelled the fragrance. Seeing that I was done, I rushed forward to eat, but he stopped me with one hand, and I saw Brother Zhu touching his bearded chin, thinking like Einstein doing math problems, yes Mianzun nodded violently in the pot, and yelled after a long while, "That's right!" I was taken aback by his shock, and just about to complain, he kicked his feet, jumped up in the air, and grabbed hold of it. A branch in the middle of the tree, the whole person took advantage of the momentum to swing out, and he was tens of meters away in an instant. I watched his figure reflected in the flawless and refreshing morning sky, and the Taishan-style O-LE-O shout echoed in the valley. It seems that he has something to leave, so I might as well eat first as a respect.Responding to the rumbling hunger, I picked up the noodle pot and took a deep breath. On time, this kid’s cooking skills are not weak. There is such a standard of breakfast for camping, although it is not easy for a five-star hotel to serve buffet style.I pursed my lips, and was about to take a sip of soup to warm my stomach, when suddenly an ominous omen fell from the sky, my pupils dilated suddenly, and I slowly raised my head cautiously, my eyes blurred, and the tip of my nose felt slightly cold.I saw flying all over the sky, a lot of green onions. Then there was a violent shudder on the back of his head, "It's worthless, how can I eat noodles without chopped green onions." This is of course Brother Zhu is back. Where did he find the wild onion, it is really fragrant, and it is wonderful that it does not hide the authentic taste of noodles and soup, just like a piano in a famous book, with every detail in it. Just right, it really was the icing on the cake, I put my head down and ate it, and asked him vaguely, "You're so particular about squatting." He and I have the same virtue, almost his whole head is in the pot, and a pair of eyes are exposed to look at me, "Painful? Is this exquisite?" He stopped and let out a loud belch, "This is the basic way of human existence." I don't like this serious sentence, "Nonsense, as long as you survive, you can eat bark." Looking at the weeds around, some of them also bear red and white fruits, "Here, can't you eat those?" Calmly correct me, "I'm talking about human survival, not savage survival." Hey, the hunter's eloquence is pretty good, how did he practice it?Could it be that one of the training subjects is called nonsense?He has a very good temper, and he didn't take my slander seriously, so he quickly put away the things. It turned out that those pots and plates were hard to the touch, but with a little force, they could be folded into a very small ball. I don't know what kind of material it is made of.Brother Pig chuckled twice, and whispered with his ear: "Tell you, don't tell others, I refined the ultra-soft alloy weapons issued by the alliance and made them into kitchen utensils..." Calculated by pinching fingers, I have only known this man for ten hours, but we have already had two meals together. It is really fate.An old man said, ten years of cultivation can make us cross the same boat, and a hundred years of cultivation can make us sleep together. If I open my eyes and look into the previous life, I must see the groaning and groaning in the past 20 or 30 years. Work hard with Yangchun Mian!Although the rate of return of this fund is not high enough, it is better than being stable—the food is not bad. Considering that many people have to die and live in the previous life to carry the burden of the earth, in order to meet a wife in this life and quarrel every day, I really should burn incense. Three sticks, to thank God. It doesn't mean that I'm here to worship the sky and the earth, brother pig has already packed everything into the bag, a good man, valiant and high-spirited, put his bag on his back, hummed and left.I hurried to catch up, "What are you doing?" He rubbed his nose and looked at me, "I'm going to work, how about you, what are you doing?" As an enterprising fox, telling others that I have nothing to do is like asking a thirty-eight-year-old girl what her husband is doing. I am on the verge of turning embarrassment into anger, so I coughed dryly, changed the subject, and stared at him closely. his whereabouts.Brother Pig shrugged, "I'm going to look for the Brudda beast. This mountain is about 200 kilometers away. Why don't you come with me if you have nothing to do?" I nodded with great ambition, "Just go shopping, I'm afraid of you." I walked forward with a stride, and heard him laughing behind me, "Stubborn little fox." I turned my head and gave him a white look, "I'm hundreds of years old, okay?" He didn't move, and immediately changed his words, "Stubborn old fox." Before I turned my face, I added, "You have a good face, you have a good face. " There is no one in the mountains, so I can let go of my legs and run. Although my land flying skills are not very good, and ordinary Ferraris can't win with two cars. After running for a while, I suddenly remembered that there was someone behind me, and immediately stopped and turned around. As a result, there was a bang, and a big head hit my nose directly, with such force and force, that both of us felt mournful on the spot, and tears flew like pouring rain.I stretched out a finger to touch him, trembling like Parkinson's, "You, you, you." He was squatting there crying and laughing, his appearance was cute. Before you could figure it out, two chuckles suddenly came from a huge pine tree beside you. The laughter just hit my ears, and I had already waved my hands, and a silent blue spell shot deep into the branch where the sound came from. The blue sacrificial formula is deadly enough for non-humans who are still inexperienced.But I didn't hear the screams I expected, and I didn't even hear the sound of the comer evading, because just as I made a move, Brother Pig had already kicked up from behind me, kicking me upside down and sticking to the bark .The sacrificial tactic flew freely to nowhere.He ignored me and called someone's name, "Xiaomi, Xiaomi, come down." I climbed down slowly, angry and resentful in my heart, ready to come out.He was able to kick me because I trusted him and didn't hesitate to show my back and turn my eyes.Although this trust came for no reason, it shouldn’t have much to do with the two meals—otherwise, I would have fallen in love with the head chef of “Sugar Dynasty” early in the morning, and I like drinking his handmade almond dessert the most. It is quite a tragic experience to trust someone and get kicked. When the world knows it, it is suspicious. So without saying a word, I turned around and jumped off a side cliff.Clothes are fluttering, clouds and mist are lingering.The world is as blank and silent as it was when it came out of Fox Mountain.The valley is deep, the wind sings and hunts, and the loneliness is like a thread, which cannot be cut off. The streets of Tokyo are always so lively.The world's second most expensive city to live in, a sixteen-year-old girl wearing a pure blue and white sailor suit, with a handbag draped over her shoulder, is worth millions of yen.The sense of absurdity in the meantime is really worth writing a novel. But I don't write novels.I tell fortunes. Fortune-telling is my instinct, and it has gradually become a hobby.Few of the people who come to beg for guidance from fate are happy, and often they can’t even talk about success. Looking at their frowning faces, I sometimes feel happy because of malice.Especially, when I can clearly reach out to restore the prospect of falling into the abyss, but I just smile and watch people go away. I was strolling in the subway passage, and I saw a booth opened by a fortune teller. There was a small flag hanging on it, and there were four words on it. Although the fortune teller himself was just a gangster, the four words were true From the hand of Japan's most famous calligrapher. Go up and knock the fortune teller unconscious, drag him to the side and put him in a miserable position, put a small plate behind him, when he wakes up, he will find that the money he earns from sleeping is worth more than his fortune Get paid a lot more - teaching people to work hard sometimes lacks evidence. And I, instead, sat under the banner of fortune-telling, even if I looked like a bad girl, someone would come up to me soon, and Chi Chi Ai Ai opened another door of life for myself. Opened especially fast today.It was a middle-aged man who came, walked past me, came over, walked over, came back, walked three times in a row, finally stopped, looked carefully at the four words on my head, I took a good look at him, medium He is tall, straight office worker suit, old style, tie style is extremely dull, and his facial features are equally dull. I suspect that as long as he wipes his face with the towel that Mr. Zhang Yangzhou used to wipe his face, his nose and eyes will disappear. They will all fall to the ground.He finally finished counting the four characters and slowly approached, "Are you fortune-telling?" I didn't say anything.With that glance just now, I have already seen that the thread of his lifespan will be cut off at noon today, and it will be self-destructed.I have no interest in knowing why such a petty man committed suicide. He actually squatted down in front of me.In the filthy eyes, a light of longing suddenly overflowed, very bright, like the struggle of a candle burning to the last second, "Help me see, can I survive today?" Hey, that's straightforward enough.At this time, he was already thinking of death. Did he hope that there would be unexpected obstacles, or was he afraid of unexpected obstacles? I cheered up a bit and looked at him with a smile, "Uncle, since you are so upright, I won't lie to you. You must die today, dead!" I have also told those who are destined to have accidents in the same way before, and the sudden expression of panic and terror always makes me laugh out loud.In my wanton laughter, they drop the curse of madness and run away, and I look over the high sky to see the next step in their lives, there are trucks speeding by, flower pots fall by mistake, butcher's bone cutting knife Inexplicably let go.I watched silently. But the man in front of him was eccentric. Because he looked happy. Although the joy is very distorted.Every wrinkle seems to be spasming, messing up the direction of the entire face.As if he was very hungry and gave him a bowl of Yangchun noodles, or he was saved from drowning. He laughed—he took my scene, and murmured: "That's good, that's good." He got up cleanly, threw a ten-thousand-dollar bill in front of me, and left in a hurry. I picked up the banknotes, jumped up, and followed them: I want to live, I am too lazy to let you continue to live, want to die?I just don't want to die for you, hum. This is the subway station, but he didn't get on the subway, he went up the stairs from another exit.I followed slowly, not worried that he would notice me—unless he was a hunter, but a hunter can't beat a good fox. Standing on the street, he took out a very old-fashioned phone, touched it in his hand, looked at it, didn't know what to do, if you want to talk about fetishism, you should also love a newer one . He made out with the old cell phone for a while, probably felt uninterested, hailed a taxi, sped away, and disappeared from my sight, but I wasn't worried.No matter where he goes, he can't turn out the palm I traced. What's more, the place he went to is so eye-catching, floating in the air, you can see it just by looking up. That's Tokyo Tower. The second tallest iron tower in the world, and the tallest viewing platform in Japan, it looks weird and dull, which fully shows the shitty character of the Japanese who pull one muscle to the end and die when it breaks.At this time, this godly middle-aged man was leaning over to look down, his hands and feet were trembling slightly, hey, there are many options for suicide methods. Recently, many guide books have been published with rich pictures and texts. The extravagant ones include the best sake bathtub Underwater pulse-cutting method, the more lively one is the most expensive nightclub eating free food and being beaten to death with random sticks, the more difficult one is the American lottery prize one-pot post-cerebral hemorrhage sudden death method, simple and easy, and the tools are readily available. There is a wooden bench to vigorously pick up a selfie head method.Jumping off a building is already very, very OUT.Originally, dressing is a very personal matter. I don’t blame you for wearing an antique suit. Suicide is such a major life event, it’s too irresponsible to casually do it. I won’t let you succeed. Since I am so responsible, of course I will not miss to catch him in the air - after he flipped over the railing in an extremely clumsy forward roll posture, he fell ten meters before being strangled in the air. clicked.The man raised his head in confusion, looked around, probably thinking: Hey, is hell still bright?I don't feel any pain at all, I can die twice more if I am unhappy in my next life... Then he saw my big face with a smile that blinded my teeth, dangling triumphantly around him. Then he screamed. Humans are weird things.Why didn't you scream when you jumped out just now?I'm not afraid of death, I have long hair, fashionable clothes, healthy body and smooth skin, how can I scare you for this reason. I was feeling aggrieved, and suddenly realized why my butt was under my eyes, it looked pretty, but it was in the wrong place... Take a closer look, ah, it turned out that when I swooped down from the sky to pick up someone, my body twisted too much Violent, back and forth... I smirked twice, twisted and straightened my body, I picked up this unlucky guy, and landed gently. He slumped to the ground. Kicked by me, "What's your name?" I don't know if he was frightened out of neurosis, he desperately opened his mouth, but what came out was only white foam.The Japanese are so unclean, they faint from fright, no matter how noble you are, you will only have poor sanitation.I simply kicked two more times, and when I raised my hand, a wallet and the old mobile phone in the breast pocket of his suit jumped into the palm of his hand.There are no banknotes in the wallet, but there are several photos.I took them with great interest, and they were all taken for a woman, and she was not an ordinary woman, but a geisha.Bai Sensen has a face that can be used as rice paper, with heavy makeup and gorgeous lips, wearing an extremely luxurious kimono, his expression cannot be seen under seven or eight layers of powder, but the brows naturally reveal the noble indifference of a high-end geisha. I knelt down to see that he was still trembling and pretending to be tender, and I simply pinched the other person hard, and he screamed out.Watching me shrink into a ball on the ground, wiping my eyes from time to time.Hey, wipe your head, my mother's butt has grown back.I said, "Who is this woman?" He was startled, and after a long time he recovered his composure, and replied with a strong backbone, "It's none of your business." What?Not my problem?As long as I am willing, don't talk about you, even the son you gave birth to is none of my business. I hate such a naughty man the most in my life.Too lazy to talk to him, I put my hand on his forehead, closed my eyes, and looked directly into his mind. It is said that the Japanese are simple-minded, and they are not fake at all. This kind of thing that he understands, I have nothing to do, and I have done a lot in the world. This is the fastest way to learn in my life.The last time I met an old Taoist priest in Mount Qingcheng, China, I took him to sleep, and it took me a whole night to get a general idea of ​​what was going on in his mind. The other one is the abbot of Shaolin, and he also has a strong memory, but all of them are high-level business scriptures, and the Dharma is a little bit owed.As for this one, the scan was completed in a second.By the way, I gave him a shudder, "Damn, do you believe such a pig-headed statement?" He stared at me blankly, snot and tears criss-crossed from the fright, well, he was still particular, he was reluctant to use the sleeve of his torn suit, and solemnly took out a pack of tissues to wipe, looked carefully, the tissues There are a lot of naked girls printed on it, and it is a promotional material that is distributed by nightclubs on the streets of Shinjuku... Bitch. I just saw something in his mind: Speaking of this little office worker, his gums bleed every day and his stool is dry, and he lives an embarrassing life where he is not at the top and bottom at the bottom. The prostitute, fell in love at first sight, was fascinated, and his eyes were all gone... That night he had a dream, and he dreamed that the geisha lady came to him and told him that the two had a shocking relationship in the previous life to continue... For the Chinese I know, I had such a dream, got up in the morning and laughed three times, brushed my teeth and fucked up, and I couldn’t remember it in two minutes.Only this brother who only had a big piece of shit in his head, immediately regarded him as the voice of the Buddha's decree, and went to Ginza in a hurry, but the geisha lady was willing or not, first of all, her ransom fee required him to eat or drink After 70 to 80 years of hard work, it is only hopeful that I will sell all my organs when I die. Ordinarily he should give up, he no, he actually went to spend all his savings to buy a huge life insurance, the beneficiary needless to say who, once the waiting period is over, he is determined to create a perfect accidental death ——At Tokyo Tower. This love affair, how can it be a pig word. I picked him up, jumped onto the Tokyo Observation Deck again with a single kick, held him in my hand, and descended into the abyss. I said, "Just to be sure, are you dead or not?" He was pale.The most tormenting moment for a person who commits suicide is the moment when the last step is taken. If God quietly stipulates: Swallowing a gun to kill oneself and pulling the trigger 18 times in a row, and it will bounce back twice after jumping off the building, I guarantee that the suicide rate will drop by 70%. I didn't talk to me, so I shook it a few more times, "Hurry up, hurry up, are you dead or not?" He rolled his eyes, and suddenly I let go of my fingers, wow, it looks so good, the blood on that face faded instantly, and the lips were all gray.I dropped my hand and grabbed it again, "Quickly tell me, are you dead or not?" I was having a good time, when suddenly a black figure flashed out of the corner of my eye, and there was a black figure with no news, jumping over from the back of the iron tower, just relying on fingers to touch the tower, the jumping distance was already amazing, and it was behind me in a blink of an eye. grinning. Pat me, "little fox, what are you doing? I'm on the mountain over there, and I saw you from afar." It's Brother Pig, the dead head. I lowered my face, looked away from the man in my hand, turned around and left.Brother Zhu and the man behind him yelled together, and their voices also dropped rapidly, but the sound of "bang" never came.With the ability of a hunter, he probably saved him. Sure enough, I walked down the iron tower step by step, and I saw Brother Zhu standing in the open space with that person in his arms. If you want to say that he and I are destined, not to mention anything else, the posture of carrying people is the same, Five fingers were pinching the skin on the back of his neck, and it looked like he had experienced many battles and carried countless people. I rolled my eyes at him, he was always smiling, tilted his head and looked at me funny, "Little fox, what's wrong with you? Why are you angry?" I bared my teeth, "You kicked me." I felt very wronged. Brother Zhu rubbed his head, "Does it hurt from the kick? I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose. I'm afraid the sacrificial formula you issued is too powerful, and Xiaomi can't stand it." I was very upset, "Who is Xiaomi?" "Xiaomi? Oh, I haven't introduced Xiaomi to you yet?" He looked like he was about to die from laughter, hum, he looked confused and infatuated, thinking I just sent out the sacrificial formula in a random way, my sensitive sensory told me that there was a demon on that tree branch gas.Hmph, he was a good young man at first, but he was also vulnerable to a beauty trick - a beauty trick. According to my temper, I should kick Wuying eighteen kicks on the spot, causing his whole body to be shattered and fractured.The strange thing is, the moment he showed up, I was no longer angry.That feeling made me vaguely recall that a long time ago, my mother always caused countless troubles and waited for me to end. At that time, she always showed a heartless face and looked at me innocently. ass. I just stared at him, waiting for an explanation. Human explanations are the words I hate the most.Hypocritical and cruel.However, it turned out to be divided into objects. Brother Pig winked at me mysteriously. Grandly launched his beloved Xiaomi. Xiaomi who did not hesitate to kick me for it. from his arms. I fell to the ground with a loud clang and didn't catch my breath for a long time. It was a mouse. Very small mouse, black, with small ears and wagging tail.It seemed to be sleeping, and the body was curled up. Brother Pig took it out from his chest carefully, and covered its closed eyes with two fingers, and said to me: "Hey, it is not afraid of noise, but it is very noisy. Afraid of light, I wake up when the light comes on.” I opened my mouth to look at him, then at the little mouse, "Is this your millet?" Brother Pig corrected me, "It's not my Xiaomi, it's my friend Xiaomi." He tugged at the little mouse's tail lovingly, "It's a mouse that hasn't successfully cultivated yet, but I believe it will be very useful." Promising." He is very serious about booking a business for this undebuted mouse Tianshi, "Hey, who do you hate in the future? Go to someone's house to dig holes in the walls and make noises. Remember to find Xiaomi, and I will give you a 20% discount." I gave him a white look, "No, I will do it myself." In the non-human world, the rat celestial master dislikes living in groups the least.Forever alone, activities in the shadows where no sunlight, shallow cultivation, nothing more than doing some sneaky things in the world, human beings can't find traces, they are often attributed to gods and ghosts - forget it, but some idiots are very If it's us foxes, why are foxes stealing your steamed stuffed buns?However, mouse celestial masters who have practiced deeply often become the most rare information providers. The world is so big that all kinds of things have geographical restrictions. Only the living range of mice is farther and farther than humans. ，它们可能看不太到，但只要和地面沾边，就如同发生在它们的后花园。 我悄悄问猪哥，“你让它给你找情报？” 他看我一眼，把小米又托回怀里，“没有啊，它是我好几年前从猎人联盟偷出来的，当时它还没断奶，妈妈就给抓了。到现在都有点营养不良，我把它放在这里生活，没事来看看它呗。” 这么一说，我就泄气了——跟一只小老鼠较真？脸面何存？幸好身边还有一头现成的替死鬼供我转移话题，我于是格外凶恶地对猪哥手里拎住的男人张牙舞爪，“你说不说，你说不说。” 猪哥很好奇，把他举起来看了一下，转头问我，“说什么呀？” 我把来龙去脉陈述了一遍，他看起来就陷入了沉思，“嗯，你什么都知道了，你叫人家说什么呢？” 我耸耸肩，“随便咯，反正我没事干。” 猪哥点点头，很严肃，“嗯，这个理由我喜欢。” 他面带微笑，不再和我说话，把手里的大活人呼的一声放到地上，那个动作很像资深屠夫早上开档，背一扇猪肉过肩摔上案几，手势相当纯熟。他蹲下来，敲敲那人的脑袋，嘴里不知道在念叨什么，那个被吓得气血攻心的可怜虫有出气没进气，顺势摆了两下头，还被猪哥教训：“唉，别动别动，等着啊。” 我抱着手在一边看，他的手指在人家头上按来按去，又掐又摸，一时半会，我还真不知道他想干点什么，直到猪哥把那人翻来背部朝天，然后双手摩擦两下，呵了口气，猛然斜着一挥手，右掌成刀，对着那人的后脑，直断断劈了下去。一声敲熟瓜似的闷响传来，那人头一歪，软在地上。 我吃了一惊。 No. 不是为了杀人本身。 出狐山之后，我杀戮良多，尽管那些亡魂，在我心中都是罪有应得。但血泊趟多了，有时候善恶哪里分明——都是猩红臭白。我有时候也觉得自己渐渐要麻木沉沦，远离白弃当年对我的告诫，他曾说，伤生少为，出手先须自问，该不该，能不能。 倘若他在我身边，我愿意终身缚手，永做佳人……反正架有他去打。可惜不得。 我惊讶的是，猪哥出手之前，身上一无杀气，反而充溢善意，悲天悯人。是名医父母心的流韵神情。 难道我看走了眼？ 他看样子对自己的工作颇满意，拍拍手。对我说：“哎，打完收工，我们走吧。” 我不觉口气冷淡起来，“管杀管埋，丢这里干嘛？” 猪哥睁大眼睛，他的眼睛很好看，黑白分明，一丝杂质混浊也没有，那说明他一生之中，从未有干天和，违心背伦。这是人类天生的善恶统计器，没有人可以掩饰，更不可能伪造，即使盲了两目，死瞳仁中都有黑气青筋暴露隐衷。 他嘻嘻笑起来，“小狐狸，这回你看走了眼了吧。” 拉着我的手，他按在那人的颈大动脉之上，霍霍有动，生命还鲜活得很，只是陷入深度昏迷而已。他继续拉着我，好似他刚才那样按来按去，每按一个地方，猪哥就对我解释，“喏，我在这里给他适量力气的一击，形成一个小型的血肿，这个血肿呢，数小时之内会移动去压迫那个位置，那个位置是情感中枢和记忆中枢的交汇区，如果他运气好呢，几个小时后醒过来，就会把你刚才说的那档子事给忘得干干净净，老老实实回家去过日子。” 哎呀，这门技艺很了不起啊，这是医学啊。要说搞掉人家的记忆我也有一手，不过比较大规模，搞完以后一般智力都会随着下降到出生前水准。当然，非人世界里最精通这方面的，就是猪哥正在找的拔鲁达兽，但那是天生异能，而且通过法力修为，而猪哥？ “你是怎么学会这个的。” 他甩甩手，眉头皱起来，满腔悲愤，“啊，不要提了，我每年都要考试，每年考试都要靠修复治疗科……” 接下来又臭屁了一下，“嘿嘿，不过我修复治疗科长期是考第一的。” 说到这里戛然而止，明显后面还有话没说。 像这种半句到了舌头上的，我顶风五十里就可以自己估摸出来了。 我说：“因为你老把其他猎人打伤抓来的猎物偷偷治好对吧。” 猪哥干笑着摸摸鼻子，“你怎么晓得，嘿嘿，每次治好它们它们就溜掉了……” 我忍不住扑哧一声笑出来。好吧，算这个猪头三运气好，玩了两次免费蹦极，后脑勺上着了一掌，要死要活的大事就解决了。猪哥点点我，“哎，你本来准备怎么对付他。” 我奸笑两声，没开腔。周围开始有人过来围观我们这一躺两站的奇妙组合，还听见有人报警的电话声，哎，刚才我飞上飞下怎么没有记者拍照呢，不是说东京报纸八卦业发达咩…… 随着猪哥快步离开，我最后回头望了一眼，嗯，其实还是我的解决方法好玩——我要帮他给艺妓赎身，让他们大婚交拜，一个没出息的小职员，一个奢靡成性的风尘女，这完美配对的后果，是兵不血刃的人间悲剧，我会在一边慢慢欣赏…… 误会既然冰释，我自然而然跟着猪哥到处乱走。天色渐渐暗沉，这一天又要过了。我油然怀念起昨天晚上吃的翅膀，快走两步赶上猪哥，“哎，我们吃饭吧。” 他晃了晃手腕，看表，“哇，快六点了，我要赶快去找拔鲁达兽啊。” 话音一落，拉着我就开始飞奔，他的手很有力，握着却是轻轻的。掌心暖暖。我随着他大步跑，禁不住问：“你刚才不是自己去了么？” 他头都没回，一边跑一边漫不经心地答：“我看你气鼓鼓地跳下山去，担心你嘛，就找你去了。” 我心里一热，明明四周山色蒸腾，无人窥视，我也掩饰似的，嚷嚷起来，“有没有你那么笨的，我会跳就不怕摔嘛。” 他埋头暴走，乱点，“是的是的，我承认我鸡婆……” 这位鸡婆兄弟，行动速度一溜烟，爬山过沟，攀岩飞壁，还不断发出比人猿泰山还吵闹的呼啸声，样子不像当猎人，倒像野人。我不时哧哧发笑，二百公里的山路，转瞬就被甩下。眼看就来到两座山中间的一个深谷上空，那里架了一根长长的圆木，上面生满青苔，木头早就半朽，可见深山老林，行人极少。我随着猪哥一个急刹车没刹住，直端端冲进了山谷里，在空中奋力挣扎两下，摸着谷壁爬了上来，刚露出头就看到猪哥蹲在我面前，举着一根手指对我嘘，“别闹，它们回来了。” 谁回来了？拔鲁达兽？ 抓着猪哥的手爬上去，我们两个悄悄躲在一棵偌大的树后，此时天色已经完全黑尽，但深谷中不知道是些什么，却一直透着闪亮的光芒，灼灼直入天空。害我刚才冷不丁一看，以为是鬼火开会。 躲好了，山谷中风阵阵如九万里长箭作啸，猛然间凛厉，我忽然头顶莫名一冷，抬头看，一阵灰蒙蒙的雾气，有质量一般，在低空处自由自在变化着形体，向那深谷上慢吞吞飘去，它变得好啊，一下子是一砣巴巴，一下子是两砣……忽然听到身边猪哥以非常微弱的声音，无限神往地说：“哎，变得好俊的馒头啊……”靠，他比我饿得厉害。 这就是拔鲁达兽了，外貌酷似灰色雾气聚形的非人，不喜欢水。依靠从万物记忆中提炼而出的精气为生，能够随心所欲操控其他物种记忆。这就是猪哥要找的正主吧。 我推推猪哥，“扑上去逮？” 他瞪我一眼，“怎么逮？” 比个手势空中抓一把，给我看看掌心，虾米都没有，“没法逮嘛。” 我跃跃欲试，“等我发一个风动诀，吹得它魂飞魄散。” 如此乐于助人，却换来眼前一黑的结果——缓过气一看，猪哥拿他的外套罩了我满头，这无声的抗议表示他对我的战斗风格不表支持。 但是我对他的战斗风格也不表支持啊。严格来说，那压根不是战斗，那是抽风。 他大步跨了出去，冲着空中大喊了一嗓子，“哎，拔鲁达……” 空中那道浓雾，嘎一声停住了。转了一圈，有个鼻子一样的雾团吐出来，对着猪哥站的方向顿住了。 喂，刚才真的嘎了一声啊。难道是大气摩擦？ 拔鲁达兽，是非人中最神秘的物种之一，我在狐山和人间两处耽溺时间最久，对非人界许多物种，都是知其然不知其所以然。此时心情，相当激动，实在有辱我身为高贵狐族的尊严。 好在，小白不在，而我的尊严问题，猪哥估计毫不在意，不但对我的不在意，对他自己的，更有过之而无不及。 他是猎人啊，猎人啊，你见过东北地界上打猎的，有进山瞅到一头熊，二话不说上去搂着叙旧的么？没有对吧，那为什么他要对着自己的猎物唱个大喏，打躬作揖地说：“哎，哎，求你件事儿……” 这种猎人……什么猎人…… 不出我所料，空中那团拔鲁达大吃一惊，左扭扭右扭扭观察了一下，发现猪哥就是在和它讲话，一时发起呆来，发了一阵，猛然从雾团周边奋出四蹄，就差没有长啸连声，刺溜一头就扎进了我们面前的深谷，猪哥啊了一声，跑去悬崖边看了半天，哭丧着脸走了回来，“哎，下面明晃晃的，什么都看不到啊。” 我笑得满地滚，好在他也不以为然，干脆一屁股坐下，且大义凛然道：“做猎人耐心很重要的，我有决心等到天长地久……”然后头一歪靠在树上，对我交代道：“小狐狸放放哨啊，我睡一会。” 我停下笑，瞪大眼睛，一脚踩在他手上，“不许睡。” 他张开一小缝眼睛可爱地看着我，“给个理由。” 我说，我饿了。I'm hungry. 因此十分钟后，猪哥就好像一只勤奋的小蜜蜂，摸出了他全套的便携式可折叠厨具，滴滴溜溜四处活动起来，生火，架锅，东十里打水，西十里砍柴，山涧里肥鱼，密林中野菜，行动迅速有效，目标清晰明确，依我看，架势比当猎人专业多了。虽说厨艺好不到开餐厅，随便当个家庭煮男是没错的——深山野岭里可以凭空搞出三菜一汤，嫁给他就不怕打仗了。 动了爱才之心，我情不自禁蹲过去说：“哎，猪哥，我嫁给你算了。” 他正在切蘑菇，一只手掌当砧板，一只手掌当菜刀，慢条斯理地。听了我那么惊人的表白也毫不动容，兀自专心致志干活，一边说：“行啊，不过要问一下我们家管家的才行。” 我很意外，“居然已经有女人愿意嫁给你？” 他瞟我一眼，“哪里，我家管家的是只犀牛。做饭可好吃了。” 犀牛？半犀？ 在脑子里快速过一下，五神族之一的半犀族，近几年在外界活动极少，尤其是成年的半犀，由于地球污染日重，几乎被纳入了世界一级追捕目标，正规非正规的猎人，甚至军队，都始终在不遗余力搜寻。老实说，那是只存在于传说的非人种族，连我都从来没有见到过活的。 哪只半犀，竟然直接打入了敌人内部，和一个猎人双宿双飞？ 对于这个提法猪哥严肃地进行了纠正，“别胡说啊，第一我们各睡各的，第二我们两个都不会飞，它还有点恐高。” 我靠，这是成语，成语好不好。 我在这里为成语而暴跳，他就已经快手快脚煮好了蘑菇汤，对我打个响指表示可以吃了，然后背过身去，小心翼翼地把他怀里的老鼠天师小米摸了出来。 这只老鼠可真能睡啊，我们上天下地奔波半天了，它跟不知道似的，这会还肚皮朝天，睡得一呼一呼的，猪哥像也觉得好笑，用指头点点它的小肚子，说：“小米小米，起床了，吃饭了。” 老鼠天师的肚子，就好像狐狸我的尾巴，谁摸谁倒霉，就算反咬不到一口，大叫一声跳起来是必要的。不过这一只一定是变种，要不就智障，因为它只弹了两下腿，居然转身继续睡。猪哥又好气又好笑，干脆拉着它尾巴在空中晃起来，好不容易把它晃醒了。那对黑黑的眼睛一亮起来，我便倒抽了一口凉气。 我能算命，不过走的是人类格物制知的路线，用道具，观气色，用命盘，古今中外种种术器都精通，但刻意不去一眼知人。否则在路上那么一走，视线所向，动辄是：哇，这个人短命，或，哇，那个人今天要中奖，哇，那个人家里冰箱要造反，哇，这个人老婆正在出墙。那我要不要购物了，我要不要活了。 只有一种例外，一眼就可以看出来，那就是当对方的命运走向，实在太过强势的时候。 眼下的小米，假以时日，必是老鼠天师中不世出的卓越分子。无论九天之上，还是九地之下，它明察秋毫。那双眼睛，黑得太天赋异禀了。 猪哥对此，大约毫不知情，因为他正在无比宠爱地托住这只小老鼠，用一个吸管往它嘴里喂汤，一边自己的嘴巴也嘟起来，随时要凑上去分一口似的。我轻轻叹了口气，看到小米深如寒潭的眼睛向我微微一瞥，平静祥和，那一瞬间我有一种无法诉说的欣慰，对于我给猪哥的信任，显然它也绝对支持。 小米喝了几口汤，挣扎着下了地，在附近溜达了起来，看来这只老鼠颇通养生之道，知道饭后百步走，能活九十九。我问猪哥，“它不会说话吗？” 猪哥把脸从汤碗中抬起来，皱着眉头想了想，“不知道哦，反正没听它讲过。” 随即就朝小米喊了一嗓子，“小米，会说话不。” 那只奇怪的老鼠背着前爪站住在那里，朝我们严肃地看了一眼，然后继续溜达。 猪哥耸耸肩，“它不会。” 而我感觉小米一直在有意无意地瞟我们，若有所思。当我帮猪哥收拾饭后残局，不经意中转头一看，它已经不见了。端的是神出鬼没，不愧是资质纯正的老鼠天师。 我这边大表赞美，猪哥就慌张起来。啊啊，小米去哪里了。 我不以为然，“回家去了吧。” 他使劲摇头，跳到树上去到处张望，“不会的，我每次来，小米都会一直跟着我，直到我离开。” 那么，会不会因为有我在，它觉得可以不用陪你那么久呢？ 猪哥抓住一根树枝在空中晃荡，想了想，“有道理哦，不过，我还是去看看的好。” 话音一落，他已经借力直扑出去，身影三穿两窜，消失在周围的密林之中。我侧耳听他衣袂带起的风声消失，眼角看到那一堆没有洗的碗，立刻也窜出去，一边大喊：“等等我，我也不放心你……” 抱着这么冠冕堂皇的借口，我一点吃完闪人的罪恶感都没有，快快活活地追了过去，半飞半跳好一阵子，忽然醒过神来，无论猪哥多么厉害，他的陆地速度都不可能超过我，按常规来说，我早就应该逮到他了，但是方圆一公里内，我甚至已经感觉不到人类修行者独有的气息。 难道他掉下了深渊？或踩了猛兽猎人下的陷阱？ 关心则乱，我完全顾及不到自己的猜测是不是合理，闭上眼，空气中真的没有他任何气味和痕迹，而一想到他出了意外，我的手脚忽然都冷了起来。 顾不得会被侦知形踪，我急速飞升到极高的所在，一眼望去，远处的东京城永远闪亮，而山野间也从不寂静。风吹草动，树影飘摇，昼伏夜出的禽兽在黑暗中活跃异常，只是，我没有看到发现任何跟人类有关的踪迹。 猪哥到底去了哪里？ 为了找到这个问题的答案，我被迫用上了气味罗盘，月上中天，山间最明亮处，我将自家掌心所残留下关于猪哥的点滴气味剥离开来，置于罗盘中心，良久良久，那指针才慢慢动起来，转了许多圈之后，明确无误地指向东北角。 抓起罗盘，单手一撑，我一飞冲天，向东北方向狂奔而去，深入山谷，独上高巅，一直到我冲出了密林，直接踏上了一条不晓得通往哪里的盘山公路，以我的眼力和高处的下视角度，瞬间已经扫描过方圆数里，不要说猪哥，连猪头都不见半只，奈何罗盘久不出来见天日，好不容易有桩业务，焊住就不肯动了，指针一直热切地，渴望地指向一个固定的方向。我抹了把汗，指天骂地发泄了一阵子，也只得继续跑，只见漆黑空旷的公路上，一条影子跟中了邪般疯狂盘旋，转眼就盘下了十八弯，盘出几十里，我心里焦躁，御空而起，也速度达到巅峰状态，也就在此时，我心里忽然咯噔一响，硬生生停下脚步。 我听到了猪哥的声音。仿佛是在哇哇大叫。 既然他还有声音可以发出，那就表示没死，既然他没死，我心口上一团大石就下了地，石头下了地，随之而蒸腾起的，就是勃然大怒。Why?因为我刚才竟然给吓坏了！我，我给吓坏了呀。 狄南美，自小天不收，地不管，除了白老爷我时常怕怕以外，连狐王老人家对我采取的政策也是望风回避，打架有白弃，要钱有秦礼，心里有点小小不舒服，身边还长年跟着个忠心耿耿的庄敛，其心理治疗水准排了非人界第二，估计也没哪个不要命的敢排第一。除了天命难违以外，我还真没被谁搞得这么心烦意乱过。 死猪哥，看我去把你打翻在地，再踩上我四只爪子，踩出你一身刺青来。 自从我离开狐山，又没了娘之后，老天爷好似觉得对我有点抱憾，所以我时刻准备迎接的锁命天雷不但一直没有来，我的运气还特别好，基本上想什么有什么。今天也不例外，循声而去，穿过了好几条高速公路，越过了日本群马地界，我降落在一家温泉旅馆的附近，就看到了猪哥——正被踩在脚下。 得罪了我看来报应不小，看，他还真倒霉啊。一次就被那么多脚踩。 真的很多。 有数十条。 每条上面都长着黑色的锋利倒钩，是肉质的，正在细微颤抖，上面满满溢出不知名的浓绿色液体珠，有的太沉重了挂不住，就慢慢滴落到地上，所接触的地面和青草，立刻枯黄发黑，显然有剧毒。 精确的说，那其实不是脚，是触足。 因为那不是人。 那是一条巨大的毛毛虫。 七毒采丝虫。 形体是巨大可直立的毛毛虫状，身体两侧对称生长着许多对触足，背部皮肤草绿色，质地极坚硬，腹部皮肤黑色，不断分泌剧毒体液，头部极小，有一对构造极为复杂的复眼，占据了大半个脑颅，视角范围可以看到二百七十度。 一种名声和口碑，很接近人类中所谓采花贼那样的非人，不过他的兴趣更为广泛，完全生冷不忌，男女通吃——这里倒没有色情的成分，因为他吃的是生物身体上的筋。越强韧的，越发达的，在它咀嚼的口中就更美味。很多年来，在未开发的山野中从事探险或攀登的人们，经常会遇到团队成员突然失踪的事故，等找到尸体以后，总是发现被害人被仔细切割开来，全身上下的筋都已经被抽去。就是拜这怪物所赐。由于它身上的剧毒一点点就能够令人失去行动能力，因此很少会有人来得及反抗。 现在，它缠上了猪哥。 后者被压实在地上，上身光溜溜的，肌肉很不错，遒劲结实，原先穿的衣服包裹在双手上，而双臂高高举起，正紧紧掐住七毒采丝虫丑陋的脖子，身体上虽然压了好多只脚，却还有余地极为灵活地左右腾挪，扭腰抬腿，躲避那些从虫体上滴落的毒液，看得出他修为有素，尽管毛毛虫满身是毒，他扭打良久，却始终毫发无伤。 定下神发现猪哥没有生命危险，我就放心了，在一边抱起手臂看热闹，要不是刚才跑路跑累了，真想跑回城里去买包瓜子嗑嗑。 看了一会，我发现一个很奇怪的现象。猪哥没错是在大打出手，而且额头上青筋暴露，耳朵红热得可以点香烟，但从他的气息情况来看，他分明还游刃有余，完全可以奋起神威，三五十招内将该可恶的毛毛虫打得四分五裂。他留情作甚？难道想招安？这玩意招不得，招了要倒大霉啊。 我于是出声提醒他，“哎，猪头三，你搞什么飞机，给它个双风贯耳啊，双风贯耳很容易啊，不用我教嘛。” 他在扭打的百忙中把眼睛斜过来，看到我，神气猛然大喜，正要说话，一条毛茸茸的腿从天而降，几乎直接插进了他的嘴巴，猪哥哎哟一声，