Chapter 10 04 You can eat mom!

I have been massaging my swollen toes while waiting for the psychic from the Mercy Palace to arrive here to scam money.The old man sat blankly on the dusty sofa chair, staring blankly at the TV that was not turned on at all. Wen Hui kept walking back and forth in the house with an unusually anxious expression. "Why don't you hurry up!" "It's coming soon, it should be soon..." There are absolutely no extra thoughts in my head, I just simply feel that after a while, I will not be the only normal person here, and maybe I can solve Wenhui's "problem" with that psychic stick.

When I think about it, I feel a lot more at ease. The old man staring blankly at the dark TV screen finally felt bored, so he straightened his weak buttocks and walked slowly back to the toilet he was familiar with.Wen Hui and I were left with emotional instability. I was under a lot of pressure. Just after half an hour, someone knocked on the door. I was about to get up, when Wenhui rushed towards the door with a strange cry, and stomped on me! I burst into tears from the pain, and when I looked up with teary eyes, the door was open. "Hi, I'm a professional psychic sent by Cihui Palace, and I'm here to watch Luoyin!"

As if seeing the light, a middle-aged fat man who looks very much like the artist Bai Yun leaned against the door. He was wearing a super-tight white sweatshirt, dark gray pleated trousers, fake Crocs-like Bush shoes, and holding a black suitcase full of fingerprints and scratches in his hand.With a cigarette in his mouth. Everything about the middle-aged fat man is very close to the appearance of an ordinary magic stick, which makes me feel at ease, but he is shaking several awards in his hand, I don't know if he is shaking the third child. I tilted my head to see what was written on those certificates. The fat middle-aged man simply handed them over to me, showing his scorched teeth, and said, "It's a trivial matter, it's nothing to worry about."

Wenhui pulled Uncle Baiyun hard (I think it's faster to call him Uncle Baiyun), and said eagerly, "Quick! Take off your shoes quickly! Quickly ask my mother to fuck you!" and dragged him into the living room. Uncle Baiyun must have never seen a person so anxious to see Luoyin. As soon as he sat down, he first squinted his eyes and looked around, and then showed a very professional serious expression of "frowning deeply". "This house is a bit unclean..." Uncle Baiyun said earnestly. Although he must be trying to cheat money, I nodded inwardly. Damn it, that old refrigerator was filled with things dirtier than nuclear waste, and there was a dead mouse with a broken stomach on the floor. Not only was it unclean, it was downright unclean.

Wen Hui, who had endured for half an hour, screamed, "Hurry up and ask my mother to fuck you!" The muscles of Wen Hui's feet were visibly tense, and veins the size of earthworms emerged, which made me shiver. "Of course you can have your upper body. I need your mother's name, date of birth, date of death, and a piece of clothing from your mother's lifetime." Uncle Baiyun said calmly, taking out all kinds of clothes from the black suitcase. A professional tool that looks like falling shade. Two white candles and a thick stick of incense. A paper piercer with a bull's head and a horse's face.

A bronze bell. An ancient white city made of paper, with the word "Fengdu" written on it (it is commonly known as the underworld). Xuan paper, brush, ink stick, inkstone. While Uncle Baiyun was arranging his tools for viewing Luoyin, I went through the thick stack of certificates carefully.The titles of the above awards are really dazzling: what are the "Best Newcomer Award in the Tiandi Weizheng Cup Luoyin Observation Competition", "Taipei County Gongmiao Volunteer Cup 75th Luoyin Observation Competition Champion", "Da Tao Li Ji Gong Hao Yi" The Champion of the Cup Viewing the Falling Yin Project Competition", "The 104th North Taiwan Invitation to the Gods and Ghosts Project Competition", "The 14th Lotus Cup Throwing Competition Runner-up", "The Cross-Strait Exchange Cup Ghost Exorcism Competition"... …

I don't know if this uncle Baiyun really has magical powers, or is he cheating money out of his experience? At this time, Uncle Baiyun asked, "Huh? Didn't I ask you for your mother's birth date and death date? What about clothes?" "My dear mother has been dead for more than ten years. How can I remember her birthday and when she died? You suddenly asked me, how do I know? I donated all my mother's clothes to charity Ah, how could you still keep it?" Wen Hui's voice was full of grievances, and her eyes were filled with tears. I wasn't moved at all, and I blurted out instinctively, "Didn't you just say that your mother died three years ago?"

Unexpectedly, Wenhui yelled loudly, using her left foot as the axis, her right foot stepped on the soles of Uncle Baiyun's feet with all her might. Uncle Baiyun was taken aback: "What are you doing!" Wen Hui's feet easily penetrated Uncle Baiyun's feet, and every step made the floor thump. My heart was beating thumping with the rhythm of Wenhui's super stomping on her feet. Uncle Baiyun was stepped on more than 30 times in a row and couldn't escape, finally waved his hands in pain and shouted: "Okay! It's okay if you don't have a birth date! It's okay if you don't know when you will die! It's okay!"

Only then did Wenhui stop panting. "I...my feet..." Uncle Baiyun looked at his bloody soles in disbelief, then followed my line of sight, and slowly looked towards me. I also generously showed off my red and swollen soles, and immediately felt a sense of sympathy and friendliness. Wen Hui seemed to be a different person in an instant, she was stunned for a moment, then slapped herself hard twice, and shouted: "It's my fault! I'm too self-willed! You kindly help me but I keep stepping on your feet! I Keep stepping on your feet! Keep stepping on your feet!" "However..." Uncle Baiyun said sweating profusely, "I don't know the basic data, and I don't have clothes from when she was alive, and your mother died longer than talking on the phone, so... You also need powerful magic power to invite your mother..."

"Yahoo!" Wenhui shouted happily. "It will cost twice the money, which is 12,000 yuan, but the money is not for me, it is used to cover the extra expenses of the underworld. Please understand this, benefactor." Uncle Baiyun endured the pain , Lighted two white candles, very determined to cheat more money. "Yeah!" Wenhui was still very happy. "Then, please grind the ink for me." Uncle Baiyun looked at me. "Ah, okay." I respectfully picked up the ink stick and acted as the assistant of the magic stick. Soon, Uncle Baiyun finished setting up everything and turned off all the lights in the living room.

It used to be very gloomy here, but now there is only the flickering flame on the white candle head, and the yellow-red faint flame on the incense stick.The flames reflected on the paper-made bull's head and horse face, making it look like a ghostly atmosphere. I really want to ask my uncle who is nestled in the toilet and doesn't know what he is doing to come and see him, but when I lift my foot, it hurts so much that I can't walk, so I have to give up. (Wen Xinshou organizes by hand.) "Originally, when viewing Luoyin, I wanted to invite your Yuanshen to visit the underworld, but that method is outdated, and there is a danger that the Yuanshen will not be able to come back. Therefore, our Cihui Palace is concerned about the customer Yuanshen. God's safety, we have made the latest improvements, you can directly invite your relatives out of the underworld and come to me, so that you can talk to your relatives in the world with peace of mind." Uncle Baiyun picked up Brush, dipped in the ink I ground, and said: "But please pay attention, benefactor, you only have one stick of incense. Once the incense is burned, your relatives will be taken away by the bull's head and horse face." I gave a thumbs up: "Understood." Nodding his head, Uncle Baiyun rang the bell in one hand, picked up a brush dipped in ink in the other, and asked seriously: "Benefactor, please tell me your mother's name." Wen Hui also said very seriously, "It's all fine." Uncle Baiyun glanced at me. On the same boat, I squeezed out a warm smile to him. "All right?" The brush in Uncle Baiyun's hand was trembling. "Should... it's all right, can it be... right?" I said with a smile on my face while sweating, "As long as I use more and stronger mana, I can definitely get her mother from the underworld, right?" "Yes, it's just that..." Uncle Baiyun looked troubled. Naturally, I said, "It will cost more money." "Yes. This is the rule." Uncle Baiyun smiled gratifiedly. Wenhui blushed, glared at us eagerly, and said through gritted teeth, "It's all good, triple the price is fine, hurry up! I want to talk to my mother!" Uncle Baiyun nodded, and immediately used a brush to write three very white words "all can be done" on the rice paper, chanting words in his mouth: "The sky is lingling, the earth is lingling, the underworld is quick to obey orders, all gods are willing to listen!" , Up to the Nine Heavens, down to the Netherworld, women are fine, come quickly to take orders, Zuo Fu has hair on his head, with a skull on his head, women are fine, come quickly to take orders, I call Fengdu God, the bull's head and horse face to lead, women are all Yes, hurry up and take orders, the so-called yin and yang are separated, there is love in the world, and ghosts also have love..." I was startled: "Ghosts also have love?" Uncle Baiyun nodded: "Ghosts also have love." Wen Hui yelled, "My mother!" Uncle Baiyun suddenly passed out and fell off the sofa, foaming at the mouth, trembling all over, muttering something. Wenhui yelled, "Has my mother come yet?" Uncle Baiyun's facial muscles twisted rapidly, and his tone became very urgent: "My child... Mommy's life is so hard down here... Every day... It's so hard... It's so cold... It's so cold... It's hard to eat. Can't get enough..." Wen Hui listened blankly. No way?Believe it to this extent? Uncle Baiyun rolled his eyes and continued to say in pain: "If you want to save your mother...you...you need to find a mage to cultivate both yin and yang with you...that's why you can cultivate...mom...mom... Mom is making up in the underworld..." I almost burst out laughing when I heard it, but Wen Hui became more and more dumbfounded the more I listened. Uncle Baiyun, who wanted money and wanted sex, continued to talk nonsense: "...the mage you are looking for...it is best...with someone who is about forty-five years old...who smokes...has chewed betel nuts...slightly fat but In fact, the muscles are strong...so...mana...mana...mana is stronger..." Suddenly, Wenhui mumbled, "Mom?" Uncle Baiyun shed tears at the right time: "Good... good daughter... Mom... I miss you so much..." Wenhui yelled, "Yahoo!" Then she jumped high onto the couch, and jumped again— Wen Hui kicked directly, and stomped hard on the head of Uncle Baiyun who was lying on the ground! The next thing I was completely dumbfounded. Originally, all of this could be regarded as a bizarre "Crazy Adventures of Neuropathy", but starting from the scene where Wenhui stepped on Uncle Baiyun's head, everything has accelerated at full speed and mutated into a passionate bloody farce. Wen Hui kept yelling "Yahhoo——yahoo—" and her feet took turns stomping on Uncle Baiyun's face. Uncle Baiyun, an excellent magic stick with a slightly fat body but actually strong muscles, completely lost the ability to struggle and fight back after the unparalleled first kick in the head, and could only continue to be stepped on. step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on. step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on. step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on. step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on. Uncle Baiyun lay on the ground, his face covered in blood, and continued to be trampled by Wenhui. This time it was really serious twitching. step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on. step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on. step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on. step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on.step on. And then no more twitching. Uncle Baiyun's entire head was completely turned into a puddle of thick red paste. "..." Unable to move, I stared blankly at all this from happening to ending. Compared to the hotel full of suicidal ghosts, this crazy girl who stepped on her feet was a thousand times more terrifying!The strange thing is that I actually have a kind of determination not to run away immediately, but to see how this matter ends. Maybe I recalled somehow, in the final round of the hunter exam in the great drag manga, the protagonist Xiaojie faced the threat of Hanzo's severed limbs, but still held his chest high and said: "I just think that if I give up here, I will die." I'll never see my dad again." Super touching. If I can't even handle this crazy girl, how will I solve the mystery of my father being dissolved in the future! Next, Wenhui squatted on the ground in satisfaction, randomly collected the brains of Uncle Baiyun's bereaved lover, packed them in plastic bags, inserted a straw, and flushed them into the toilet. From a distance, I heard Wen Hui yelling in the toilet: "Dad! Your favorite mother is ready to eat!" Then next, I heard a distinctive sucking sound from the straw. I didn't imagine the old man sucking that bag of brains at all. Don't want to think about it. Because I don't want to throw up. The vomited things will be frozen into the refrigerator again, and then sucked into the old man's stomach. Then what I spit out will finally be mixed with Uncle Baiyun's brain and become a stool that is difficult to be cut off by the anus.Whoa whoa whoa whoa what was I thinking?I've gotten a little delirious with over-calmness, so I let go of a big, wet, hot patch of my crotch. After feeding the old man, Wenhui came to me. I looked up blankly. "Thank you, thank you for helping me find what my dad wants to eat the most." Wenhui said gratefully. "Oh." I didn't take any credit: "No thanks." "Thank you Nine Swords for me too." Wen Hui bowed deeply. "Oh." I said calmly, "No problem." Without saying where she was going, Wen Hui smiled and opened the door, and left without looking back. I listened carefully, and there was indeed the sound of bouncing down the stairs. It should be safe to leave now, not afraid of being chased by Wen Hui's feet. However, my legs were weak and I couldn't walk at all. I was shocked... It turned out that if I wanted to escape just now, I couldn't escape. Pick up your phone, shit, it's out of battery. Helpless, I had no choice but to stay on the sofa in the living room, under the faint light of a white candle, and stay with Brother Baiyun's body all night.In the end, he was so tired that he fell asleep. It was dawn, and I stood up in a trance. where to go Go to the police station and borrow a phone from the police to call my boss. Nine Knives excitedly accompanied me to take notes, while listening, he turned on his laptop to take notes, typing, looking very cool.He clicked his tongue and said, "This is really an amazing experience. You really deserve to be a good employee who takes my money to do things. Wang Daming, I will definitely make up for you. I wrote you very well!" "..." My consciousness was still a little lingering: "Just give me a little more money." Later, when I brought a large group of policemen with live ammunition to Wen Hui's house to look at the body, Jiu Da Dao said that he would not follow. "I just want to write a story, I don't want to see a dead body, thank you!" After finishing speaking, the nine knives walked away. In Wenhui's home, the dead mouse was still on the ground. Uncle Baiyun's body was still lying firmly on the ground. Elderly people who cannot cut their own stools are still sitting on the toilet to brew the next wave of stools. In the refrigerator, there were also bags of vomit. Even if you can't find Wenhui, you can't wait for Wenhui. For several days in a row, this crazy girl who killed people by stomping her feet didn't show up again. According to the results of the police investigation, the demented old man living in an unattended house has only one unworthy son who is serving a sentence in prison... no daughter. Even, the old man didn't live in this house before.The house has been abandoned for several years. The old man had lived in a nursing home registered by the government for eleven years. The nursing home said the man was "stolen" about seven months ago for unknown motives. Who is Wenhui? Is this Wenhui really called Wenhui? What is the relationship between Wenhui and the old man?Probably not. The police collected the fingerprints of "Wenhui" all over the room, but the fingerprint database could not match which one belonged to them.Obviously Wenhui has no criminal record. disappeared like a mystery. I am not surprised by the results of this investigation. It is no surprise that Jiu Dao, who is good at writing novels. He said lightly: "He's a fucking crazy fantasist who disrupts other people's lives everywhere!" What a terrifying urban legend. For a long time, I would have auditory hallucinations of foot stomping in my ears, making me urinate every time. But the poor old man who was tortured returned to the nursing home where he was taken in, and finally he could eat a lot of normal food-it should be considered a happy ending! Wang Daming, 1. Help me call Mr. Wang next door, and say it is a wrong call (sincere apology!!) *Attitude* 2. Take the mummy to Park No. 4 for a walk later. 3. My D slot is full, use the standard I mentioned to filter out 10G bad goods, and then catch new ones to fill up! ! ! as soon as possible 4. The report you submitted last time was okay, $I have already remitted it (only the Zhangyin one).If you think it's too much, you can pay me back (thank you!) PS, there is a pack of unfinished seasoning on the table the day before yesterday, for you to eat, if you can’t finish it, you will dump it on Mr. Wang’s car~~ PS2, the writer Xingzi has been short of a girlfriend for a long time, and if this continues, the whole person will be broken. You are responsible for helping him find one, and there will be extra bonuses (if you want to get it with Xingzi, don’t look for me).Xingzi's blog: http://www.wretch.cc/blog/teensy nine knives (Don't handjob at my house)