"Bin?"
This crisp "dang" sound suddenly put the probe into his head. The searching officer and soldier who were hesitating whether to go down to the dark cellar to take a look were startled and pushed the man who was trying to persuade him to "try wine". Open it, pick up an oil lamp on the wall at the entrance of the cellar, and prepare to go inside.
"Master! Master! Fire candles are not allowed inside! It's so easy to catch fire!"
The man who was pushed aside rushed over, grabbed the arm of the officer and soldier holding the oil lamp, and dragged him hard, not wanting them to break in.
"Okay, let's go! If you obstruct me like this, I'm afraid it's not to ignite the fire, but to expose you!"
Another officer and soldier next to him took out the saber at his side, came up and gave his partner a knife! He cut off half of his sleeves and cursed:
"If you don't let go, the next knife will hit the ground, and it will be your spleen!"
The waiter didn't dare to stop him anymore, so he had to hide aside and stopped blocking, but he kept saying: "My lord, there is a big rat in the cellar. It is damp all year round. The noise just now is caused by its activities. Maybe I bumped into the pot tiles, no one really came, but there must be someone?!"
The oil lamp was not very bright. After all, it was broad daylight. Compared with the sunlight outside, the light was really dim and the brightness was pitifully low.
"You lead the way from the front! If you try to do other things again, be careful you end up with rubbish!"
The officers and soldiers wearing swords forced the man who was hiding behind him to talk too much and forced him to walk in front.
The waiter promised loudly: "Alas, lead the way, lead the way!" He rushed to the front and was the first to step on the stairs going downstairs.
"Gudu... Gudu..."
The cellar was very large and very quiet. The lingering sound of the "dang" just now seemed to have not dissipated; as the group of people followed suit and groped their way down, there was a new sound similar to "boiling".
"What's the strange noise coming from?"
"It's... it's because the new wine is fermenting. The sound of flatulence is nothing!"
The guy turned around and explained with sincerity.
“Boom——er?”
Another long, loud sound sounded, and everyone stopped and did not dare to move forward. The officers and soldiers behind drew their swords and pressed the man's neck, yelling angrily:
"First of all, if you say '', it means a rat is moving around; 'gu' means the wine is steaming; and if you say 'bang', it means 'bang--', I'm going to look down, and you're saying it again." ?!”
"Unjustly accused! Sir, how dare you talk nonsense! Every word of what you say is true; this 'bang--' sound is due to--the villain ate wine last night, and his internal organs were restless. , I can’t control it, so--don’t blame me, sir!”
"Wow!——Stay away! Bah! Xunwu smells bad!"
I don’t know if it’s true or not, but the recognition of this “bang——” sound has already brought a memory matching effect to everyone. Coupled with the dank and musty smell in the cellar, it seems that there is already a smell coming from under this chatty guy. Unspeakable smell.
The group of people were suddenly hit by the sudden retreat of the leading officer and soldier, causing a chain reaction, losing their balance, bumping into one "chain reaction" after another, and sitting on the stairs.
And just as they were sitting down, a pile of long, soft, and cold things suddenly fell from the ceiling, squirming quickly on their bodies and crawling toward the more humid side.
"Ah!——long worm!"
A few people who were afraid of snakes jumped back when they were startled. There were so many people and they were all mixed up together.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid! They are all domestic snakes, bred by the original cellar owner. They won't hurt anyone!"
The scene was so chaotic, but the guy who seemed to have a "stinking smell" didn't take it seriously at all. He was minding his own business, not anxious or afraid, and he was admiring the "confused bear" of so many people from the inside. "Like this", he continued to talk about the "history of the wine cellar" politely and passionately:
"This wine cellar was owned by a famous winemaker in the early years. He came from the Western Regions. There were many, very beautiful and beautiful fruits called 'Putou'. They were plump, sweet and refreshing. You can swallow them in one gulp. , Wow! ---The sweetness is better than honey. After entering the stomach, it bounces your teeth and moisturizes your tongue, and the taste is endless..."
"Go to hell! Don't keep silent! It's time to talk about 'Putao'! You said we are eating official food, are you the buyer today? What a verbose person!"
Before he finished speaking the word "poor", a sleeve arrow flew from the back of the man's head, which he easily dodged. With a "bang" sound, it was nailed into the lid of the wooden barrel containing wine opposite, and it "buzzed" up and down... "The ground was bouncing.
"What a stroke of luck! Thanks to your great skill, I only hit the lid of the wine. It would have been terrible if it had hit the barrel! I already know your thoughts, so I won't talk about 'Putou' anymore. Well, I'll let you know what I'm saying." , the fruit barrel is not made of ordinary wood. Well, you see, is this one not very tall? Well, the name of this barrel is "罍", which is based on this. To make different wines, there are different materials such as pottery, copper, wood, bamboo, etc. Of course, there are also different materials, including fruit. You can only hold a lot of fruit. You can look at this barrel again, and look at this barrel. : The mouth is thick and thin, the abdomen is deep, the feet are round, with a cover, and there are two ears on the shoulders of the middle part to listen! There is a place in the middle part, and the cast ring is matched, and it makes a sound when it is bumped: 'Dang— ——'; Zhong You has a lower abdomen. I wonder if there is a nose on the top of the abdomen? This piece is made like this, but it is actually for the convenience of luck. Zhong You..."
"Is there a 'what ghost' in Zhong?"
The man who shot the sleeve arrow already had the arrow in his hand, ready to aim it at the mouth of this "talking guy" and shoot another arrow. He just hoped that his ears would be quiet!
They were almost wondering what they were doing here, being "circulated" by this partner!
"You have me, the slave spirit of the slave family, you can call me '鬲'er'! My husband is not well-educated and does not understand the general situation. He has been disrespectful and careless. I, the slave family, will apologize to him first!"
A delicate female voice slowly swayed out from behind the fat and tall turtle just now.
But her figure is really not worthy of this voice:
I saw that she had a double-sided bun on her head, a high waist and wide hips, and a huge puffy skirt that covered all her lower legs and feet, like a fat lantern, swimming around.
Originally, this figure was not that exaggerated, but when the oil lamp in the hands of the leading officer and soldier who fell to the ground was illuminated, the projection of the woman's figure became extremely huge.
The weirdest thing is not her fatness. When she walks forward, the hem of her skirt is disturbed, and what the light illuminates is:
Three legs!
I have never seen a person with "three legs" before. Everyone was frightened by the approaching "figure", and everyone screamed and fled out the door, crying like a ghost or a wolf.
Soon, there were only two "explainers" left in the wine cellar who were "still unfinished".
"Don't leave! The wine is still open, so it's not too late to have a drink! Hahaha..."
The voice of '鬲'er' was thin and sharp, with strong penetrating power. It chased the sound waves into the ears of every fleeing officer and soldier.
"Wow! Madam, so sharp!"
The man praised while pulling out the sleeve arrow inserted on the lid of the barrel.
