"Is this rice dumpling imitating the posture of a cricket?" Xia Houyun asked suspiciously.
"It does look like it. There may be totem worship like crickets here. Even after death, you have to keep the same posture." The Taoist priest with a grimace paused, and then said: "But if the posture can be imitated, how can the eyes imitate it? This Isn’t it weird that a person can have three eyes?”
"Could it be a deformity? The Sa family has heard of a girl with three breasts before."
"Really or not? Then the child won't be hungry."
"How shameless are you two?" He Siniang said sullenly: "How long has it been, and you still have time to worry about other people's children."
"Pindao thinks that this rice dumpling may be a deformity. How can a normal person be like that? Huh? Si Niang, do you remember that when we were at the Mausoleum of Prince Hui, Pindao told you the legend of the three-eyed Di man?"
He Siniang nodded: "I remember, but didn't you say that Di Ren's third eye is fake? It's because he worships the eye totem, so he opened his forehead and put in the fake eyeball."
"Yes, that's it." The grim-faced Taoist priest said, holding up the Long Ming Dao: "We don't inspect the goods, so we can't guarantee that the eyes of this rice dumpling are real. Lao Qi, you tie up the rice dumpling with a rope, and help Pindao hold it. Point, I have to open my eyes to see clearly."
The zombie's arms were crossed on his chest, making it easy to tie him up. After Luo Laoqi was ready, the grimace Taoist priest began to hold the back of the zombie's head with one hand and pick out the zombie's eyes with a knife in the other.
Xia Houyun looked at the scene in front of him and felt extremely weird. After decades of fighting, this was the first time he saw a group of people surrounding and abusing zombies. However, he also knew in his heart that the zombies in the smoke were naked. Yes, the clothes have long since rotted away. It is impossible to judge the secrets of this place from the clothes. If you want to find clues, you really have to use the "cruel" method of the Taoist priest with a grimace.
The ghost-faced Taoist priest was quick with his hands, and he was picked aside by the zombie's eyelids in an instant. At this time, everyone also saw clearly what was happening under their eyes, and their expressions suddenly changed. He Siniang even covered her mouth directly. He said in horror: "What is that!"
"My mother!" The Taoist priest with a grimace couldn't help but retract his hand. He seemed to be worried that the knife would touch that thing, so he quickly rubbed the Long Ming Knife against the zombie's hair repeatedly.
Looking back at the zombie, I saw a depression the size of a copper coin on its forehead. The "eyelids" that originally covered it had been lifted aside. The depression was full of tiny black bugs. It was difficult to see at a glance. count.
Those bugs looked like some kind of maggots, but they were ten times smaller than ordinary maggots. At first glance, they looked like black lines, densely twisted together, as if the "eye" was moving again.
Goosebumps arose on the grimace Taoist priest's body. Who could have imagined that these eyes were actually a nest of bugs!
The bugs in the "eye sockets" squirmed more and more frequently, as if they were disturbed in some way after the eyelids were opened. When everyone was at a loss, the group of bugs suddenly rolled out of the eye sockets, and right there Under the gaze of everyone's big eyes, the zombie fell from its forehead to the ground.
Seeing this, everyone had a rare tacit understanding and jumped back one after another. He Siniang's beautiful face was almost turned into a dog's tail with fright. She was helpless and patted the nearest Taoist priest with a grimace, asking him to be trampled to death by that mass of things.
The Taoist priest with a grimace said to himself that you can really look down on the poor Taoist, my damn legs are weak now. But how could a woman show timidity in front of her? She said shamelessly, "Don't panic, Fourth Mother!" Then she raised her foot and bravely stepped on the worm.
Bugs are bugs after all. After one kick, they burst into pulp and stopped moving. The Taoist Priest with a grimace was still worried and kicked his feet on the ground again until he crushed the bugs into pulp.
After the shock, everyone slowly came back to their senses. He Siniang still had lingering fear on her face. Ever since she was poisoned by the butterfly poison by Mrs. Qi, she had been obsessed with all kinds of insects. At this time, she could not bear to He couldn't help but say: "These bugs are so disgusting! How could they get into the eyes and make nests?"
"What eyes!" The grim-faced Taoist priest straightened up after making sure that there was no fish slipping through the net on his feet, and said, "Siniang, are you scared to death? Those eyes on the Zongzi's forehead are not eyes at all, but the result of insects nesting together. The illusion.”
"Ah? Could it be that the depression on the forehead of the rice dumpling was also made by insects?"
"It's almost the same, and the worst thing is that the poor Taoist seems to have figured out something." The grim-faced Taoist priest said and walked to the zombie again. At this time, there were no bugs in the depression of the zombie's forehead, and he was holding a torch. I could clearly see the situation inside - I saw that this so-called "eye socket" was actually a pit carved out of the forehead bone. The deepest part of the pit had even penetrated the forehead bone, revealing the inner part that seemed to have turned into jade. Come with a bad mind.
The grim-faced Taoist priest raised his head and looked directly at Xia Houyun beside him. His face was gloomy, and he must have guessed something.
The Taoist priest with a grimace sighed and said, "Does the condition of this rice dumpling look like the poison among Lao Qi and the others?"
"Ah?! This..."
"What do you mean, Taoist priest? Are you saying that there is this kind of bug growing in the Sa family's forehead?!"
"Pindao is just guessing now, not necessarily..."
"I'm sorry to his grandma! Isn't this the same as sacrificing the family's life?! If this is really the case, the Sa family would rather die!"
"Si Niang, stop me, Lao Qi, why are you locking Zongzi's throat?"
"Lao Qi, don't be excited." He Siniang grabbed Luo Lao Qi's arm: "Everything is uncertain now, why do you have to seek death and survival? I don't think it's embarrassing for you. Besides, it's just a poison. Let's work hard to find an antidote. Isn’t that good?”
"Is there really an antidote to the death of this rice dumpling? It's still so ugly that the second grandmother who hanged herself in the Sa family doesn't look as cool as it does."
"Even if there is no antidote in the valley, we can still go to Tianji Temple. Master Xuanyun has cured the butterfly poison that is so difficult to cure. The poison in your body will definitely not be a problem."
"Then if it can't be solved by then, you and the Taoist priest will give the Sa family a good time. The Sa family doesn't want to have to be hung on an upside down gourd when they die."
Luo Laoqi was good at this, he had a straightforward temper, and his emotions came and went quickly. After a few words of comfort from He Siniang, Mao Shun was relieved, but Xia Houyun was different, and his expression remained the same. He was solemn and silent, making it difficult for people to guess what he was thinking in his heart at this moment.
After comforting Luo Laoqi, the Taoist Priest with a grimace began to call everyone out. At this time, in his mind, the search for the golden seal of Faqiu and revenge had been quietly ranked second. How to find a way out to remove Luo Laoqi's poison was the most important thing. More importantly, because after this discovery, Taoist Ghostface has vaguely felt that the poison did not come from Li Tianwen. The rice dumplings in the stone house are obviously older. If it is the same kind of poison that Lao Qi was infected with, then what? Doesn't it prove that the murderer is someone else?
