Chapter 40 Three Chapters in One
Duan Anluo really didn't know what was wrong with Mu Qingzhuo. Ever since he'd sorted out his family affairs, this kid had been very obedient, acting like an eldest son. Now, he's rebelling? Isn't your rebellious phase coming a little late?
The boy spoke in a sarcastic tone, "Don't you consider expanding?"
Duan Anluo looked around. "Isn't this newly renovated? Do you know how much I spent? Look at this glass, how clear it is. This big sofa, how soft. This big air conditioner, how cool it is."
For an ancient man who had been dead for more than 500 years, this was where the gods lived. He was very satisfied and would not exchange it for anything.
Mu Qingzhuo said confidently: "Get me a room. I have nowhere to stay every time I come here."
Duan Anluo was no longer calm, "Do you still want to live here with me?"
Mu Qingzhuo folded his arms, like a son who was always looking for help, and questioned his father, "I already call you dad, so why can't I live here? Nowadays, fathers buy houses for their sons, so why can't you leave one for me?"
Duan Anluo: “…”
What he said made so much sense that he was speechless.
He's been dead for so many years, and there are still people trying to kill him. He just wants to enjoy modern life. Can't he just spend his money on himself? Why does he need to prepare a house for his son?
"Aren't you rich yourself? You make money much faster than me."
"My money is earned by myself, not given by you."
Duan Anluo: “…”
This sentence seems familiar, as if I have heard it somewhere.
He discussed with the child in a good-tempered manner: "How about I clean up that room for you and install an air conditioner for you to live in?"
Mr. Xiao Mu: "Okay, clean up."
Duan Anluo: “…”
The boy was probably hit by something dirty. He looked down at the weasel in the corner and asked, "Did you hit him?"
The weasels' claws were trembling. They didn't do anything. Right under your nose, they even ate quietly and didn't dare to make any sizzling sounds when drinking water.
Duan Anluo kicked the cage in anger, "I told your white-haired ancestors to come quickly, or I'll stew you. You eat a lot every day!"
The innocent weasel silently put down the boiled egg in his hand.
Duan Anluo didn't want to clean up himself, so he searched online: What should I do if I don't want to work?
The netizen quickly replied: Find a part-time worker, I can clean it up for you in two hours, for 100 yuan.
This great netizen is so comprehensive and knows everything!
Duan Anluo immediately followed the method recommended by netizens, placed an order online, and found someone nearby to pick up the items at home, so that he could experience the joy of spending a hundred dollars.
He even ordered the air conditioner online and had it delivered the same day, so Mu Qingzhuo could move in tonight.
Before the hourly worker came to his house, he hid Xiaobai and the weasel to avoid scaring anyone.
The weasel, who was forced to be locked in a room with Xiaobai, silently picked up the egg he had put down, held it in his two paws, and handed it to Xiaobai.
Seeing that Duan Anluo was so concerned, Mu Qingzhuo looked much better. He sat on the sofa, put the computer on the coffee table, and looked at the documents approved by his grandfather, taking notes on the key points in a notebook while reading.
The young man who used to love extreme sports was now confined to a computer desk. In order to ensure that everyone in the company had food to eat, he began to learn all kinds of knowledge.
Duan Anluo saw that he was so big and felt that it was really aggrieved to sit there, so he ordered a desk set online and said, "I will also buy you a wardrobe. Everything is ready for you."
Mu Qingzhuo accepted it calmly and even specifically instructed: "I don't like others entering my room either."
Duan Anluo was speechless. What's wrong with all of them?
Mu Qingzhuo suggested: "Why don't you buy the house next door? You can live there even if you don't run the store."
“Why would I buy a house?”
"Your new son has nowhere to live. He has to live in the warehouse with all that junk."
Duan Anluo: “…”
It was confirmed that the child was really hit by something dirty.
He lit some incense to ward off evil spirits on the child.
Mu Qingzhuo didn't say anything after that, and just kept busy with his own things. He didn't stop until Duan Anluo called him to eat.
Mu Qingzhuo was born with excellent looks, with eyebrows and eyes as deep as ink and a straight nose. He was not as handsome and sharp as Si Cang, who gave off a strong sense of aggressiveness at first sight. He was more like a gentleman's sword sheathed, with a restrained edge. His every move and gesture carried the dignity and elegance unique to a child of aristocratic family.
Although he has just turned 18, his childishness has not completely faded away, but he already exudes the majesty of a superior.
He had completely calmed down now, his face tense, his eyes filled with regret. Even he himself didn't understand why he was angry with Duan Anluo. He hadn't behaved like a child since his parents died.
Duan Anlu not only tolerated his willfulness, but also bought everything he wanted, and bought all his favorite dishes for lunch.
After taking a few bites, he put down his chopsticks and asked, "Did you adopt that child as your son to prolong your life?"
Duan Anluo couldn't help laughing. He was just teasing Mu Qingzhuo, but he didn't expect Mu Qingzhuo to take it seriously.
He couldn't expose it now. "Actually, I want to take this child as my apprentice. You've seen Jiang Yuan's abilities. He's not good at literature or martial arts. He can't learn anything. If he can eat well in the future, it will be considered as filial piety to me. If the child doesn't want to be my apprentice, I will let him be my son."
Mu Qingzhuo muttered, "When you adopted me as your son, you didn't even ask me if I wanted to choose."
Duan Anluo praised him: "Your ability lies in making money. In the future, their careers will not be as good as yours. If one day they can't make it, they will have to beg for food at the door of you, the big brother. If that day really comes, please do me a favor..."
Mu Qingzhuo curled his lips and said, "I definitely won't watch them starve to death."
"No, please, for my sake, beat them all to death!" Duan Anluo poured Haodaer a glass of iced sour plum soup and said seriously, "If they are so useless that they can't even support themselves, they are not worthy of being my disciples. Just think of it as me confiscating these things. Beat them all to death, beat them all to death."
Mu Qingzhuo's mouth twitched. Is it so cruel?
The awkward feeling in my heart suddenly disappeared.
The sense of superiority of being the eldest brother quietly grew in my heart.
Mu Qingzhuo said seriously: "I will arrange things in advance this afternoon and take you to see him tomorrow."
Duan Anluo raised an eyebrow. Did the dirt on Mr. Mu go away? Is sour plum soup so effective? He took another cup and poured another cup for the child. If it works, drink more.
The next day, when they rushed to the child's home, Duan Anluo finally understood why Mu Qingzhuo said that his family was poor. If the child's distant cousin had not brought them here personally, they would not have believed that people could live in such a place.
A remote small village sandwiched between two provinces. Most of the villagers work outside, earn money and buy houses outside, and many of them don’t come back to live.
The few families who did have new courtyards had white walls, red tiles, and high cement walls, and flowers were planted around the courtyards. It was midsummer, and the flowers were in full bloom.
The only exception is the house in front of me. The small courtyard is in a dilapidated state. The adobe wall is surrounded by a sparse fence. The side rooms have collapsed long ago, and only the main room in the middle is barely habitable.
There were two sheep tied up in the yard, and four or five lambs were running around and eating grass.
There were several farm tools leaning against the wall, and some picked-up waste such as broken cardboard boxes and bottles were piled in the corner.
A boy who looks to be in his teens, with dark skin and looks much thinner than his actual age, is wearing a large gray vest that has been washed to a pale color, and a pair of blue school uniform pants. In such a hot day, he is squatting in the yard tying cardboard boxes, sweating profusely.
When the child heard the noise, he raised his head alertly and met Duan Anluo's eyes. A trace of shock flashed across the child's tender face.
He had never seen anyone with such perfect bone structure.
There was no disgust, no contempt, no bad emotions in the other person's eyes when he looked at him. Instead, it was so gentle, like soft water, revealing obvious kindness.
The child was shocked for only a moment, and then he asked cautiously, "Who are you?"
His voice was clear and tense, with the youthful clarity of youth. "People like you shouldn't be at my doorstep."
His uncle parked the car and ran in when he heard his words. Tang Gao quickly explained: "Qi You, this is my boss and his...his boss's family."
Seeing Duan Anluo's young face, he really couldn't tell that this was the boss's father.
Qi You glanced at Mu Qingzhuo and Tang Gao, and disgust flashed in his eyes.
He thanked Mu Qingzhuo for helping him once and told him that there was something wrong with his assistant, which was just repaying the favor. He didn't expect that the other party would actually find his home and his cousin, and even betray him and lead them. He hated people like that the most.
Mu Qingzhuo winked at Duan Anluo and said, "See? He's just a little wolf cub, rebellious and difficult to raise."
Duan Anluo raised the corners of his lips, "Qi You, I heard that you are good at reading people's faces. Why don't you calculate why we are here now?"
Qi You's sharp eyes swept over him, and his back straightened even more. "I don't know what you are talking about, human or ghost physiognomy. I can't read it. Please leave my house."
His tone was harsh, like a small wild animal with spikes erected and teeth bared, trying to scare away strangers who had trespassed into his territory.
Duan Anluo chuckled at this rude order to leave. This kid was quite defensive.
He changed the subject, his eyes sweeping over the child's washed-out school uniform. "I heard you were studying at the New District Middle School and were often bullied."
Qi You's thin lips were pressed into a straight line, and anger flashed in his eyes. "A rich man like you wouldn't embarrass a middle school student like me, right?"
While he was speaking, his hands did not stop moving at all. He deftly threw the bundled waste cardboard onto the old tricycle next to him. The movement was like he was venting his anger, and the broken car made a "cracking" sound.
The child's movements were obviously frozen. If he had used a little more force, the only means of transportation in the house might have been smashed to pieces.
Duan Anluo burst out laughing. This kid is so funny.
Qi You stood stiffly beside the car, the expression on his little face could no longer be suppressed, he was so angry!
His anger seemed as pathetic as a joke to these rich people. Once this thought came to his mind, he became even angrier!
Duan Anluo had already figured out the situation on the way here. The child was able to go to school entirely thanks to government subsidies. He usually lived on campus and only came back on weekends and winter and summer vacations.
Qi You is well aware of the cold reality. Studying may not completely change one's destiny, but if one does not study, he is destined to not even touch the threshold of change.
So he studied very hard and his grades were among the best in school.
However, such children are often more likely to become targets of bullying in invisible corners.
Duan Anluo saw that the wolf would get angry if he was teased again. For such a sensitive little wolf cub, it was easier to build trust by speaking directly than by making him guess.
"I came to see you this time because I wanted to see you personally. I heard you can tell faces, and I'm in need of an apprentice. Would you like to come with me?"
Qi You turned around in shock and carefully examined Duan Anluo's expression, and the wariness in his eyes became more obvious.
Duan Anluo continued, "A master is both a teacher and a father. I'll take care of your food, clothing, shelter, schooling, and teach you skills. But there's one thing: you're a member of the Xuan Sect in life, and a ghost of the Xuan Sect in death. For the rest of your life, you must never violate the rules of the Xuan Sect."
I don't ask you to take it as your responsibility to save the people of the world, but you must not harm the people of the world for your own selfish interests;
I don't ask you to treat money as dirt, but you must not put profit first and harm others for fame and fortune.
I allow my fellow disciples to have some small fights, but I will never allow them to harm their fellow disciples.
I'm a protective person and won't let anyone touch my disciples, but I can't stand seeing them killing each other. So whoever starts a fight, I'll chop off their claws and completely destroy them.
The last rule, and the most fundamental and inviolable one, is that you must not commit treason under any circumstances."
He took a breath and looked at Qi You's tender face: "If you can accept these conditions, let's talk about it; if not, forget it."
Qi You's vigilance remained undiminished: "Why are you looking for me?"
"Because I'm attracted by your talent." Duan Anluo pointed at Mu Qingzhuo. "Just one look at him and you'll know that the assistant beside him is unreliable. Just based on those few fragments of scrolls in your house, you've been able to learn so much, which shows your talent. If I'm not mistaken, you were born with the ability to see Yin and Yang, right? You can't control these eyes yet."
Qi You stopped talking, because he could indeed see those things with his own eyes. God knows how he felt when he woke up in the middle of the night and saw a ghost lying beside his bed in a miserable state, crying out to the sky and the earth but getting no response.
He had no parents, and his grandfather was insane. He didn't know who to turn to. Even if he told others about this, no one would believe him. They would even treat him as a psychopath and isolate him. He had already experienced this feeling.
Sometimes he would be suddenly frightened and startled, and others would think he was like his grandfather, mentally ill, and no one would play with him.
He studied the old books left by his ancestors in order to find a way to treat his eyes. He didn't want to see those things.
Duan Anluo pointed to his eyes, a smile on his lips: "I have more than just Yin-Yang eyes. I have a pair of eyes that can see through the past and the future. People think it's ominous. I used to resist it, but later I figured it out."
Duan Anluo changed the subject and said proudly, "It's his bad luck if I saw him. If you want to ask me for help, kneel down. I will kill anyone who dares to scare me."
After hearing this, a dark light flashed in Qi You's eyes: Can people really be like this?
"This is your talent. Others want it but don't have it yet. You should take this path." Having said this, Duan Anluo didn't want to say more. It was too hot and he wanted to leave.
"I'll give you three days to think about it. You don't have to worry about your crazy grandfather. When he was young, he destroyed people's graves and stole their things, which damaged his virtue. Even though he spent a few years in prison, the owner of the tomb still hasn't forgiven him."
Duan Anluo paused and stated a fact, "Your parents died early because of this. If you stay with him for a long time, you will also be affected by karma. You can send him to a nursing home and I will teach you how to make money."
Qi You opened his mouth and whispered after a while: "...I'll think about it."
Duan Anluo walked over and rubbed the boy's sweaty head with his hand. His gesture was intimate but irresistible. "If you want, I'll send someone to pick you up, stinky baby. There will be an exam. If you can't pass it, I won't want you."
Duan Anluo bent down and whispered in the child's ear, "I don't collect trash."
Qi You shook his head abruptly, his eyes alert and stubborn, as if to say: Who are you looking down on?
Duan Anluo was amused by this expression again. It is fun to have a temper. He grows up as you tease him.
At this time, an old man in disheveled clothes suddenly ran out of the house. He must have just woken up, his eyes were dazed and his hair was messy. When he saw Duan Anluo, a stranger, he was stunned and looked at him motionlessly.
Qi You was afraid that he would cause trouble, so he quickly went to pull him back, "Grandpa, go back."
His grandfather wasn't always crazy. He was a bit dull most of the time, and would occasionally go crazy when stimulated. Every time he went crazy, he didn't care about anything and always got into trouble. Qi You couldn't remember how many times he had gotten into trouble. Every time he went to apologize, he didn't dare to look at the contempt and helplessness in his eyes.
The old man suddenly stretched out his skinny finger, pointed it at Duan Anluo, and screamed in fear: "Ghost! There is a ghost!"
"Grandpa!" Qi You hurriedly pulled the old man into the house. He was afraid he would offend Duan Anluo and Mu Qingzhuo. He had heard that the clothes of these wealthy people cost thousands, even tens of thousands. If they got dirty, he might not be able to afford the compensation even if he sold his sheep.
Tang Gao also followed and pulled people, "Hurry back, haven't you caused enough trouble? Don't cause trouble for the child!"
No one knew where this crazy old man got the strength from, but he suddenly shook off Qi You and Tang Gao, knelt on the ground, and banged his head against the ground. "Grandpa Ghost, I beg you, please let my son go! It's my fault, it's all my fault! Don't kill my son!"
Duan Anluo dodged half a body length away, refusing to accept the courtesy. He looked coldly at the old man at his feet and said, "Your daughter-in-law married into your family and got caught up in your karma. She's really unlucky for eight lifetimes!"
Qi You's face was pale, and he pursed his lips as he looked at his grandfather's crazy appearance. His eyes were dark, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Tang Gao let go of his hand, his face not looking good. When he was a child, he often played with Qi You's father. At that time, the old man was in prison, and Qi You's father was often bullied because of this.
As they grew older, they became close friends. They both drove for other people, with Qi You's father doing long-distance deliveries. His mother was a very capable woman, a rare female driver who could drive a large truck. The couple took turns driving one truck, making a round trip every two weeks. They earned more than other drivers and soon bought a house in the city.
Five years ago, the couple died in a car accident, leaving no trace of their bodies. Their house in the city was mortgaged to pay for the goods. Poor Qi You's mother was pregnant when she died.
When Qi You's grandmother, who was helping to take care of him in the city, heard the news, she was so shocked that she passed away as well.
With no one to take care of him, Qi You had to be sent back to his hometown to live with this unlucky grandfather.
If tomb robbing really does harm one's virtue, why should the consequences be borne by his descendants? It should be borne by the person himself!
At this moment, the old man suddenly jumped up and grabbed Duan Anluo's neck with both hands, "I'm going to kill you! Give me back my son's life!"
The distance was so close that it only took a moment for him to go from kneeling and kowtowing to suddenly jumping up.
No one present expected him to do this. Even Qi You was stunned for a moment. The child reacted the fastest. With red eyes, he pulled the old man. Unfortunately, his strength was still too small. He was no match for the crazy old man and was thrown out by the old man.
Immediately afterwards, a gentle force supported him. The panicked Qi You looked closely and saw that it was a thin film with a white halo. It was light and soft, but with a strong force that relieved the force of his fall and straightened his body.
The crazy old man who was about to touch Duan Anluo was strangled by the neck by an invisible force, suddenly lifted up, and slammed against the wall.
"Bang!" With a muffled sound, the old man grabbed his neck with both hands, trying to remove the thing that was strangling his throat.
Unfortunately, he couldn't touch anything and could only struggle in vain, kicking his legs painfully. His face turned red and purple... If he continued like this, someone would die. Duan Anluo whispered, "Let him go."
The invisible force obediently loosened the old man's neck. The old man knelt on the ground, breathing heavily. He was no longer crazy and no longer hit people. His half-dead appearance looked much more pleasing to the eye.
Qi You didn't look at his grandfather, but instead looked behind Duan Anluo, and his pupils suddenly shrank.
A huge white python phantom was coiled behind Duan Anluo, with its head lowered and its cold golden eyes looking at them coldly, protecting Duan Anluo firmly underneath.
The young man was as handsome as a god, with an indescribable aura. His wine-red eyes ruthlessly stared at the person kneeling at his feet. A white python coiled around him, and his golden vertical pupils were cold and fierce. The strong visual impact made Qi You's breath stagnate, and his heart was beating wildly - too strong!
Duan Anluo's mouth corners suddenly curled up, and the coldness in his eyes melted instantly. He rubbed Qi You's head again, and said in a tone like coaxing a child, "Good boy, think about it carefully, your master will wait for your news."
This time Qi You did not dodge. He stared blankly at Duan Anluo turning around and leaving, watching the giant white python following him closely, trying to rub Duan Anluo's face in a flattering manner, but was pushed away by Duan Anluo in disgust... until they got in the car and disappeared.
In the car, Mu Qingzhuo asked, "Will he agree?"
Duan Anluo said confidently, "Yes. A child like this, living in the mud, will be the best at seizing opportunities and climbing up. Because he knows that if he misses this opportunity, he may not be able to have it again next time."
After he finished speaking, Duan Anluo immediately coaxed his eldest son: "Don't worry, Daddy loves you the most. When you die, Daddy will hang you on the wall and burn incense for you every day, asking you to bless Daddy to make a fortune."
Mu Qingzhuo was speechless. He couldn't understand Duan Anluo's temper. He had been so serious just now, looking like a hermit. But suddenly his tone changed and he started teasing him again.
When I got home, Jiang Yuan had already returned with a lot of bags and was taking out his bedding to wash.
Mu Qingzhuo asked with concern: "Jiang Yuan, how was the exam?"
Jiang Yuan said seriously: "I have written them all down, there is no space left."
Mu Qingzhuo: "..."
Duan Anluo couldn't help but want to laugh. Mr. Mu didn't understand the world of poor students at all. In Jiang Yuan's opinion, it was amazing that he didn't leave any questions blank.
He never asks how the child did on the test. He only asks how the child has been eating these past two days and whether he has eaten more than last week. Being able to eat is a blessing.
When Jiang Yuan heard that Duan Anluo wanted to take in an apprentice who was younger than him, better at studying than him, and more talented than him, Jiang Yuan was not very happy.
Duan Anluo was so angry that he laughed, "Are you all okay? He hasn't even arrived yet, and you can't accommodate him?"
Jiang Yuan explained: "Master, it's not that I can't tolerate it, it's that I'm worried."
"Then tell me, what are you worried about? Are you worried that there is not enough food at home, or that there are not enough beds to sleep in?" At this point, Duan Anluo suddenly remembered that there really seemed to be not enough beds to sleep in.
Mu Qingzhuo looked at his suddenly frozen expression and raised his eyebrows carefully.
Duan Anluo sighed helplessly. He had only accepted one apprentice, and the family was already like this. If he accepted a few more, or adopted a few more sons, wouldn't there be a fight in the family?
Jiang Yuan: "I'm worried. I'm worried that Master won't like me anymore. I'm so stupid."
Isn’t there a saying: There is no harm without comparison?
How talented does one have to be to be favored by the master?
Duan Anluo frowned and tried to coax his young grandson first. They say that generations apart are close, and since there are seven or eight generations between them, Yuan'er must be the closest. "Silly child, what do you have to worry about? I've already told you that you are the most beloved disciple of the ninth generation. Even if you die, the master will hang you on the wall."
Jiang Yuan smiled bitterly and said there was no need to hang it on the wall.
His emotions came and went quickly. If Duan Anluo gave him a good look, he would be happy for a long time. "Grandmaster, what generation is your new disciple from?"
"Count me as the first generation below you, your great-great-granduncle." There are so many generations that Duan Anluo can't count them all, but this is probably the position.
Jiang Yuan said in shock: "Then where is he ranked? Fourth?"
He had looked at the family tree and knew that his master had accepted three disciples before, so the newcomer could only be the fourth.
Duan Anluo thought for a moment and said, "Seventh."
This life has confused Jiang Yuan, and he can still dance in the row? Is it so casual?
"Leave a few spots open up front. See if there are any more talented people. Let them fight for their spots. Whoever's dumber goes in the back." Regardless of how others ranked, Duan Anluo had already decided on the sixth spot, giving it to the Gu-raising kid. Because that little guy was so badass, he was perfect for the sixth spot.
Looking at Mu Qingzhuo who was working in his room, Duan Anluo rolled his eyes at him: "What a jerk! He actually grabbed a room in advance. Where will the newcomer stay?"
Duan Anluo shouted, "Qingzhuo, leave tomorrow morning! Don't delay your studies."
Mu Qingzhuo replied, "I understand."
After a while, Duan Anluo saw a rider coming to the door. Mu Qingzhuo walked out slowly and came back with a transparent bag. When he passed by him, he picked it up and shook it, asking him to take a closer look. It turned out to be a lock!
Even when he left, he would lock his room and not let anyone else live there.
This made Duan Anluo laugh out loud. They were all such piece of shit!
Then he was stumped. So, where would the newcomer live?
Jiang Yuan cleaned up the house, went to the vegetable market and bought more than 20 kilograms of chicken, and when he came back he released all three weasels.
"You guys make it, and I'll sell it. If you can earn enough money to make the glass in the next two days, Master will let you go."
"Impossible," Duan Anluo interrupted Jiang Yuan's naivety, "They have to pay for their meals during this period. Food is expensive here, 5,000 yuan a meal. If you can't pay, let your white-haired ancestors redeem you."
Duan Anluo focuses on white hair, those with gray hair, yellow hair, or mixed hair are not allowed to come.
His arrogant attitude made the three weasels very angry, and even the oldest one couldn't stand it.
A meal costs 5,000 yuan. What kind of delicacies do they eat?
Just eggs and vegetables!
These vegetables are still raw and not even washed!
The most hateful thing is that they eat watermelons and feed them watermelon rinds! Are they some kind of cheap trash can?
Duan Anluo sneered at them, "If you can't bear it, call it over here. Otherwise, I'll tie you all to the table legs and make you work for me for the rest of your lives. I don't care what your skills are. If you broke my glass, you'll be beaten to death."
The weasel glared at Duan Anluo angrily, "Just wait!"
Duan Anluo curled the corners of his mouth and said, "Hurry up, he has already twisted several ropes and he can't wait any longer."
It turns out that weasels are very good at eating chicken. Since they don't have an oven at home, they fry it in oil. Duan Anluo tasted a piece and found it crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and tasted especially good.
After confirming that these items were not poisoned, Duan Anluo instructed Jiang Yuan: "Sell them at the same market price. This business will be very popular."
There was a snack street not far away. Jiang Yuan drove his small shop cart to the street, found a deserted place, opened the bag and started selling.
He didn't weigh it, but sold it by the spoonful. Three spoonfuls for ten yuan, seven spoonfuls for twenty yuan, which was probably about one and a half pounds.
Passersby saw that he was setting up a stall despite being quite young, and some couldn't help but tease him: "Kid, can you try it?"
Jiang Yuan shyly shared it with everyone, "Try it before you buy it. If it doesn't taste good, you don't have to pay."
After they tried it, they found that it tasted much better than the fried chicken on the market!
Almost everyone who has tried it has bought it, and those who haven't seen how popular the business is, have also joined in the fun. It's not expensive anyway, so just eat for fun.
This amount of fried chicken was not enough to sell and it was sold out in half an hour.
Those who didn’t buy anything told Jiang Yuan: “Come earlier tomorrow and bring more.”
Jiang Yuan blushed and agreed while thanking him.
At this time, it was completely dark. A child in white clothes, who looked about seven or eight years old and wore a straw hat, slowly came to the side of the street. He was about ten meters away from Jiang Yuan, and stared at Jiang Yuan sinisterly with a pair of small black eyes.
Jiang Yuan also noticed him and looked over in confusion. Their eyes met, and Jiang Yuan felt very uncomfortable.
He quickly packed up his things in the car and tried to leave. Just as Jiang Yuan got in the car and was about to leave, the child suddenly rushed over. Almost in the blink of an eye, he stood in front of Jiang Yuan's car and blocked his way. "Don't buy his fried chicken! His fried chicken is poisonous!"
This statement was earth-shattering, and everyone looked over, especially those who had bought fried chicken and were eating it.
The child's voice was a little hoarse, and his complexion didn't look good either. It was pale, with a pointed chin, and his eyes were creepy black.
Just when everyone was at a loss, he suddenly grabbed his own neck and shouted in pain: "If you eat this, you will die!"
Then everyone saw that the pale-faced child rolled his eyes in pain, his lips were purple, and black blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth. It was so fishy that it could be smelled from a long distance away.
Immediately afterwards, blood began to flow from all his seven orifices!
The scene was horrifying; ordinary people had never seen anything like it. People who bought fried chicken threw it away, and those who had eaten it were even more terrified, asking, "What's going on? Is it really poisonous?"
"I ate it! What should I do? Will I die?"
"Nannan! Spit it out! Spit it out!"
"Just an ambulance!"
"Call the police!"
"If anything happens to my child, I'll make you pay with your life!"
"Stop him! We can't let him get away!"
A group of people rushed up and surrounded Jiang Yuan. During the pushing and shoving, Jiang Yuan fell on the car and was so scared that he dared not move.
Some people called the ambulance anxiously, and some people called the police anxiously, but strangely, the cell phone signal was intermittent and they couldn't make the call.
Jiang Yuan's face was pale and his forehead was covered with cold sweat. He remembered very clearly that he did not sell fried chicken to the kid because he didn't know him!
Jiang Yuan was not good at speaking, and facing so many angry accusations, he stammered, "It's not poisonous. I've eaten it. It's really not poisonous. I don't know him. I didn't sell it to him."
However, the child did not give Jiang Yuan a chance to explain. He rolled his eyes and lay in front of his stall. The blood from the corners of his mouth and eyes flowed down his neck to the ground. He was obviously dead.
Jiang Yuan was so scared that he started crying.
The people around were terrified. Someone had really died! Someone had been poisoned to death!
At this time, Duan Anluo came over slowly and gently pushed away the crowd that was pushing and shoving back and forth. He walked to the child who died miserably, looked down, and smiled.
Jiang Yuan seemed to have found his backbone, "Master!"
Duan Anluo raised his hand and said, "Don't panic, I can cure it."
A weasel is a weasel, how can anyone be bad?
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