Chapter 35: Fish Disaster Twelve Closing the Door to Welcome the God of Wealth
Outside the high window, there are four wandering actors dressed in street clothes.
Behind the man with the sanxian (three-stringed instrument) and flowers in his hair, there is a southern barbarian female monk, who is eight feet tall, with curly hair, dark skin, a silver ring in her lip, and a drumstick in her hand.
She lowered her eyes, a look of compassion and sympathy on her face. "The banquet is about to begin. Should we eat first or perform first?"
"Of course I eat first!" A skinny little girl squatted beside him. Her hair was tied with four or five pigtails tied with red string. Her teeth were pointed and her expression was grumpy. "If I don't eat, I'm going to starve to death! So hungry! So hungry! So hungry!"
The female monk smashed the pigtail into the ground with a hammer: "Stop making so much noise."
The man with the pigtails pulled his head out and muttered something viciously.
Sanxianlang sighed, "Damn it, why are you arguing with a fool?"
Under the high window, the girl locked in the cellar raised her head, squinted her eyes, and carefully identified the shadow that had been silent.
The young man was not tall, but he gave off a very oppressive vibe. He wore a green round-necked robe, his hair was tied up, and two bangs like dragon whiskers hung from his forehead. From his eyes down, his hair was wrapped with bandages all the way to his collar.
He squatted down and said in a vague voice, difficult to distinguish between male and female: "I want to make a deal with you."
As he said this, he threw something down.
The girl looked down and saw that it was a fish-killing knife.
…
Joy was played from the beginning to the end of the village.
Strangers of all ages, both men and women, ran among the neighbors, their faces beaming with joy, as if they were the protagonists of this marriage.
But the girl wrapped in the bright red dress and the other strange woman had numb expressions, as if they were dead.
The carpenter was waiting at the door, accepting the villagers' congratulations with a smile on his face.
The girl rolled her eyes and cast a sad and pleading look at her mother for the last time.
But the other person was restraining the strange woman who was also in wedding dress for her brother, even though the other person had the same resentful expression on her face as she had at the beginning.
Why……
Why did it become like this?
No one could answer her.
But after a brief silence, the crowd erupted in screams of horror.
“Murder! Murder!!”
The guests scattered like birds and beasts.
The girl then discovered that the fish-killing knife was stuck in the carpenter's neck, blood spurting out, and his malicious eyes almost bulged out of their sockets and gradually became turbid.
She drew her knife, staggered around, and continued walking towards her stunned father, brother, and mother.
"Crazy! This girl is crazy!"
"The bride killed someone!!"
The suona in the troupe suddenly raised its pitch, and the cymbals echoed the barking of dogs. The cheerful tune did not stop for a moment, mixed with the panicked footsteps, making it even more playful and festive.
The villagers screamed and fled, and the father and brother rushed towards the girl, but were stabbed through by the invincible fish-killing knife.
The abducted strange woman screamed, tore off her wedding dress and ran out.
The girl's mother was still pregnant and had no time to chase the daughter-in-law she had bought for a large sum of money. She just looked at her daughter in fear.
That obedient and unknown daughter.
She killed the fish like she always did, gutting and removing the bones, and blood splattered on the sides of her face.
But the fish on her chopping board at this moment was her father! Her brother!
—Dongdongqiang! Dongdongqiang!
The woman staggered and fell to the ground, as if she was facing an evil spirit.
The girl walked over with a knife.
She squatted down and touched the woman's face with her bloody hand.
The woman smelled the strong fishy smell and felt dizzy - this was the blood of her man, the blood of her son.
At this time, the girl lowered her head and stared at the woman's belly.
The string in the woman's head was completely broken.
She screamed and tried to grab the girl's knife, wanting to kill her daughter who was possessed by an evil spirit in order to protect the only support in her belly.
But before that, the girl had already raised her arms faster——
Boom! !
The festive sound of stringed instruments was abruptly stopped by a heavy blow of the drum.
At the same time, the fish-killing knife that was inserted into the woman's heart also stopped.
All was silent.
"I want you to live," the girl stared at him blankly, "I want to be your support."
She touched the woman's belly with her blood-soaked hand, her expression still a little confused: "But you'd rather die than be like this."
The woman stared with her eyes wide open, unable to utter a complete sentence, and blood gurgled from her mouth.
She opened her mouth and raised one hand, but then it fell down too weakly.
She is dead.
"Evil ghost! Get off this girl!"
The villagers gathered around again carrying their farm tools.
Faced with the blood and corpses all over the ground, they were terrified and stared at the girl with disgust as if she were a monster.
"A happy event has turned into a tragedy. What a sin!"
"Such a good girl, how could she be possessed by evil spirits..."
"We're going to kill her?"
"Nonsense! Once possessed by evil spirits, she's no longer human, but a ghost! If we don't kill her, she'll kill more people. This is to eliminate harm for the people!"
Just a few words aroused public outrage.
They raised their hoes and axes with righteous indignation and as a matter of course.
The girl closed the woman's eyes with her hands and stood up calmly: "I accept this deal."
People were confused.
Deal? What deal? With whom?
Suddenly, a drum sounded, accompanied by a cheerful tune. The joy continued as if it had never been interrupted, and the string music lingered in the ears.
The four members of the opera troupe from the town were walking towards this place casually.
"Everyone, don't worry about it, just kill this evil ghost first!" someone shouted.
Relying on their numbers, they rushed forward wielding sharp weapons, the blades cutting through her skin and piercing her heart, but it seemed not enough to vent their anger, so they cut off her limbs and head, so as to ensure that the evil ghost could not be reincarnated again.
The debris was scattered in the bright red blood, but no one was afraid of it. Instead, they were glad that they had killed the evil ghost.
Just when the threat was lifted and before they could breathe a sigh of relief, several red threads flew from all directions and pierced into the girl's body. The needle moved quickly, threading and sewing her body together. In a moment, she "came back to life" in front of people's horrified eyes.
The girl in the opera troupe with her pigtails pulled back the red thread in her sleeves, grinned and clapped her hands, "The fish belly is white, sharpen the knife quickly! Cut open the fish belly and the God of Wealth will come out! What fun!"
The leading villager felt his scalp tingle and took half a step back.
“Run! Run!!”
The villagers who had been so aggressive just now suddenly lost their confidence, dropped their farm tools and fled in panic.
The four wandering actors each occupied one side, blocking the way out.
Sanxianlang propped up his chin and crossed his legs, smiling as he sat on a high place: "Close the door——"
“——Welcome the God of Wealth!”
In an instant, the girl who was "possessed by an evil spirit" opened her eyes again, raised her hand, and took the fish-killing knife on the ground into her palm.
It was getting dark.
Suddenly, a bloody rain fell.
…
When Meng Caiyun and the other two woke up, the incense tower was only one-third burned.
Equivalent to two minutes of outside time.
Chu Ying was still immersed in that strange and terrifying tragedy of the old times, while Feng Jia and Meng Caiyun had already exchanged a glance.
This Yuwei Village... is actually related to the Four Judges.
That's not something they can deal with.
Feng Jia frowned. "The Three Death Gates have four wealth gods: Black, White, Civil, and Martial. Except for the Civil God, who is human, the others appear to be ghosts. Which wealth god is this girl in this memory?"
Meng Caiyun was silent for a moment: "Based on this ranking, it's best not to be the Black God of Wealth."
"When I was a child, the White God of Wealth, Zhao Fu, had already died," Feng Jia speculated, "It could have been one of Hei or Wu."
Zhao Fu is the mother of Zhao Xin, the current leader of the Three Death Sect.
He was notorious and earned the nickname "Impermanence Ghost" because he had been the White God of Wealth and had his magical instrument engraved with the words "life and death".
After her death, the position of Bai Caishen remained vacant, and it is unknown whether there is a replacement now.
Anyway, if there is anyone, it can't be her eldest son who is afraid of death and loves life.
Meng Caiyun pondered, "Did you feel that the person in the picture that Grandma showed you just now looked very familiar?"
Feng Jiajing's reminder suddenly made him understand: "So... that temple priest?"
In the picture just now, the girl’s father is actually the younger version of the old temple priest.
"But isn't he dead? He turned his house into a small temple. What evil deity is he worshipping?"
"God..." Meng Caiyun seemed to have grasped something: "Statue of God! That's right, it's a statue of God!"
She suddenly realized what was going on and no longer had time to hide. She opened the cellar door and went out to verify her guess.
Outside, the headless corpse of the old temple keeper was still kneeling stiffly in the same place.
While no one was chasing him, Meng Caiyun swept the whisk from his waist, and the illusion in front of him flickered for a moment. Laojun seemed to have suddenly turned into a strange woman holding a baby!
This is the memory scene of the mother who died under her daughter's fish knife.
Click, click.
Someone walked in from outside the door.
Meng Caiyun held his breath and turned around, only to see that the person coming was the girl who just existed in his memory illusion.
She has two ponytails, round almond eyes, and looks ignorant and obedient.
The premise is, ignore the head she is holding in her left hand.
Meng Caiyun felt a chill in his heart.
"Anyone who sees me will die" - the Black God of Wealth, the leader of the black and white civil and military forces!
What bad luck!
The girl still held the fish-killing knife in her right hand, and there was still red residue in the blood groove of the blade.
"Who are you?" She twirled the knife in her hand. "Why are you in my house?"
Meng Caiyun bravely pointed at the headless corpse and said, "Haven't you already killed this man once?"
Black God of Wealth was stunned for a moment: "Yes."
She lowered her head, as if she was also puzzled by this question: "I don't know why, he is alive again."
During the conversation between the two, Feng Jia and Chu Ying quietly crawled out. Meng Caiyun put his hands behind his back and quietly gestured to them to slip out and call for support.
It is difficult to deal with the God of Wealth alone, who knows if a judge will suddenly appear.
Those four were all very eccentric.
Meng Caiyun prayed that his luck wouldn't be this bad.
Black God of Wealth reacted: "Are you deliberately changing the subject?"
Meng Caiyun: “…”
Even the God of Wealth can't think straight.
The Black God of Wealth suddenly frowned, threw his head aside, and looked at Meng Caiyun carefully: "You look familiar."
"Haha, really?" Meng Caiyun forced a laugh. "I have an ordinary face."
"Oh right," the Black God of Wealth suddenly realized, "You are Meng Caiyun!"
As she spoke, she raised her hand and suddenly threw a talisman towards me: "Someone asked me to give you a gift."
Meng Caiyun was prepared and dodged it by jumping back, but she didn't expect that the talisman could track spiritual power and turned a corner and stuck to her.
At the same time, the Black God of Wealth threw the fish-killing knife in his hand, and the silver light flew towards Meng Caiyun like an arrow.
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