After Ning Que returned, he kept the fish in the water tank in the yard. He went to a single-family house on the edge of the village and knocked on the door. "Atai."
“Who is it?”
"The niece of the village chief's wife." Ning Que answered loudly with his neck stiff. The door opened, Ning Que looked around the yard and asked directly
"Atai, yesterday, it was the tour group I brought here, the ones who stayed at Sanwu's wife's house, did you know?"
"Oh, I know. Those young guys have been running around the village these days. I heard they're causing a lot of trouble." The old woman squinted her eyes and thought for a while before she reacted.
"They're just very strange. Someone came up to me and asked if I had that thing. I asked him what it was, and he said it was good for you and could prolong your life. I said, 'I really don't know.' He then whispered to me that it was for women who needed to get pregnant, and that it was similar to a raw chicken egg."
"Oh, I see. That's 'Nanpao Sai'. It's very filling." The old man pointed at himself with pride and asked, "Nannan, guess how old A Tai is?"
Women always want to be praised for their youth. Ning Que subtracted five years from his guess and said, "78?"
The old man smiled, and the wrinkles on his face revealed joy. "Oh, you are really good at talking. I am 100 years old now. That thing is good for people. Remember to come to my house for dinner the day after tomorrow. I will have that thing then. It will open your eyes."
Ning Que ignored him and kept thinking after he went back. It seemed that what he heard in his dream about eating her was really eaten. That wasn't right. Why should he take it so seriously? Forget it. It wouldn't hurt to use his brain more.
It was past one in the morning, and three people gathered there. "Are you here?" "They must have gone in." "They've gone in." "They should be here soon." "I don't know, probably not yet. Not so soon!" "What if?"
Ning Que looked at the three heads standing by the telescope. He felt sleepy and bored. He continued to play with the paper mannequin released by Feng Hao, making various clothes for her with paper. "Huahua, this dress really doesn't suit you. It's suitable for people with curvy figures." He raised the scissors and said, "Do you want me to alter it for you and make you slimmer?" The paper mannequin shook its head desperately, and after shaking for a while, it was taken back by Feng Hao.
At this time, Little Butterfly said, "A leader has already come out." We were in a state of panic. Feng Hao and Hu Yuanshan hurried to another room. Before leaving, Ning Que said to them, "Don't come out at first. I can do it alone." Little Butterfly continued to watch, "Sister, there's already a woman coming out from behind, carrying her on her back."
"Wait a moment." Ning Que ruffled his hair as he spoke, put on a coat, and when Little Butterfly said, "A girl has gone out," he went out.
Ning Que stood in the darkness, calmed himself, and patted the loudspeaker, "It's up to you." He shouted to the man who was climbing the wall, "There's a thief, catch the thief." Not long after, the lights in the houses nearby began to turn on.
For some reason, the village chief's wife couldn't sleep well tonight. Suddenly, she heard the word "stealing a child" and immediately woke up. She ran out in her slippers and saw her niece holding her loudspeaker and shouting.
As soon as he shouted, a man rushed over and said, "Damn it, this tour guide is in trouble. Everyone else should leave first. If I don't solve this problem, it will probably get worse."
Ning Que thought, you are right, I just want to ruin your plans. She hurried upstairs. The man was very fast. Ning Que directed Hong Xian to trip him from time to time. Finally, he arrived and saw the village chief's wife standing there in a daze. He gritted his teeth, sprinted forward, and pushed the village chief's wife into the room. Unfortunately, his arm was cut deeply by an unknown object.
There was a sound of fighting outside. It seemed that Hu Yuanshan and the others had come out. The village chief's wife was crying there, cursing while crying. She saw Ning Que covering his arm, blood flowing out from between his fingers. Fortunately, when Little Butterfly came to check on the situation, she found that she was bleeding, so she immediately went back to the room and got something to stop the bleeding for her.
At this moment, a man arrived and called out, "Wife." The village head's wife finally came to her senses and hugged Ning Que, crying, "Damn it, my daughter." Ning Que was almost breathless from being held by her. "Auntie, go check what's missing first and ask them to look for it."
When he went out, he saw Hu Yuanshan and Feng Hao standing at the stairs, as well as a tied-up man. The man looked familiar. Upon closer inspection, he was the man who had scolded him in the yard.
Ning Que said to the village head's wife and the man, "Aunt, brother, let us take care of this man. Your side is more important."
In the room, Ning Que saw the red thread coming out and desperately sucking blood from his body, licking the blood between his fingers clean. Then he circled around and around, and pointed at the man, "Be good, stop licking, go suck that guy's blood, suck a little bit first, just this much." He picked up the thermos cup on the table and gestured, "If you suck too much, you know my method."
Ning Que slashed him with a knife, and Hong Xian slipped in. Its tail was still wagging, the small box on it banging against the ground, while the man cursed and swore, greeting Ning Que and his various relatives. After Hong Xian finished drinking, seeing that the man looked quite good, Ning Que patted Hong Xian, who was shaking his head at him, and said, "Good boy, come up on your own. Be good and listen, there's more next time." The red yarn obediently wrapped itself around Ning Que's wrist, and the box became very small, hanging on his arm, swaying.
Ning Que looked at the red thread and thought that all his threats and rewards over the past few days were worth it. He said to Hu Yuanshan, "Yuanyuan, what on earth is this thing your brother has? I remember it could talk, but how come it was rolled into a ball and put in there? It's like it has regressed to prehistoric times." The red thread became restless, and Ning Que comforted it.
Hu Yuanshan even looked down and said, "My brother's, I really don't know, I'll ask for you later. Tell me, why didn't my brother give me this good thing?"
"Go back to sleep first. We'll be busy tomorrow. By the way, does your task show as completed?" They all shook their heads.
Ning Que and Little Butterfly were lying on the same bed. Little Butterfly said, "Sister, I suggest you give your thing a name, just like we give names to our Gu worms after we train them."
Ning Que looked at the red color in his hand and said, "The nickname is Honghong. I'll let it choose its full name once it can speak."
On the fourth day, there was all sorts of noise and commotion during the day. In the middle of the night, the three of them went to kill someone. In the dark room, a wisp of green smoke floated out from a small piece of wood that Hu Yuanshan had dug out from under the tree, and gathered into the shape of a human.
Ning Que always felt her ankles were cold in the middle of the night. Someone was always touching her, but he couldn't kick her. After a long time, he kept teasing her, and his anger grew. Squinting his eyes, he saw a figure lying at the end of the bed. Ning Que picked up the clothesline next to him and hit him on the head, "I told you not to make trouble. You won't sleep in the middle of the night. Are you sick?"
The figure stood up and was about to bite Ning Que, "Honghong, come on." Honghong rushed over and tied up the ghost. Ning Que liked to sleep, but it happened that he had to do things in the dungeon in the middle of the night. It was a rare occasion that he could go to bed at 10:30 today, and he had only slept for more than four hours. "I, I was just about to fall into a deep sleep. What are you doing? You're just bored."
At this moment, Honghong suddenly raised her head and leaned over. The ghost figure's shoulder was also missing a piece. "Honghong, don't suck everything." Honghong spitted out a little more aggrievedly. "Is it delicious?" Ning Que asked, watching Honghong nod frantically. The small box on the tail also shook. "Then answer me a few questions obediently, or my Honghong will eat you directly."
As soon as the door opened, everyone was stunned. Little Butterfly and Hu Yuanshan said in unison, "Sister!" "Come here quietly!" Ning Que yawned and let them in. In the end, Feng Hao was particularly considerate and closed the door.
"Do you have anything to refresh me? I'm so sleepy, and this damn thing woke me up." Hu Yuanshan thought about the things in his backpack. His brother had mixed his bottle of devil's seasoning powder with more than a dozen bottles of mineral water. This, a little drink would be fine, right? Then he took out the thing, unscrewed the bottle cap, and handed it to her, "Sister, drink this."
Ning Que squinted his eyes and took a look, "Why does it look so familiar?" But he still took it and took a sip, and he really felt much more sober.
The author has something to say: I am collecting names for Honghong online, but the name will be compared with the next few copies.
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