insanity.
One of the three major evil arts in Miao territory.
Take various poisonous insects and seal them in a container, and let them kill each other and eat each other. The last one alive is the insect king, also called "gu".
In the arena, many organizations also imitate the "Gu refining" technique to train killers.
In the secular world, there are also the same laws of survival, survival of the fittest, and natural selection.
Compared with vague legends such as Taoism and immortality, Gu magic is more related to science, and "poisonous insects" actually exist.
Generally speaking, the art of voodoo is only passed down among women. For example, if a certain voodoo woman has three women, one of them must be practicing voodoo.
Then Asang should be a woman.
After that night in Taiping Town, Song Che would wake up from nightmares every night, and he couldn't sleep all night long. As soon as he closed his eyes, he saw Ah Sang's terrifying and hateful face.
Somehow, this woman Asang seems to have become a knot in his heart. Not because of her mystery, but because of the hidden story behind her.
Seeing that Song Che was restless, the convoy no longer went through Chenzhou, but took a detour to the north. Although it would delay the journey for a while, it would at least be able to "ward off evil spirits."
Every time he passed a temple, Shen Wenjun would stop and spend a sum of money on sesame oil to ask for a few peace charms.
In the next few days, I didn't dare to stop too much along the way. I drove during the day and rested at night. It wasn't until I arrived at Kuizhou City that the depressing atmosphere completely faded away.
It’s the fifth day of May and it’s a hot summer day.
Perhaps it was because of the large number of people and the strong yang energy. Song Che finally stopped having nightmares and had a good sleep, and his energy and energy were restored.
Everyone agreed tacitly and put the strange things in Xiangxi behind.
Kuizhou is also known as the Mountain City, also known as the "Fog City". It is located in the middle and upper reaches of the Yangtze River. As the name suggests, it is a city built on a mountain. The unique and magical terrain is unique in the world. The previous step may still be climbing. The next step may be a setback.
Only when you arrive in Kuizhou can you truly enter the southwest.
Due to the special geographical reasons of Kuizhou, more than 200 of the 365 days a year are foggy. In the hot and humid environment, people like spicy food and have quite aggressive personalities, especially women.
"You Haba, where were you fooling around yesterday? I won't peel off your skin!"
"Ouch, mother-in-law, please be gentle. I'm so stupid. I drank with Zhang Erwa next door yesterday. If you don't believe me, ask him!"
"Then where did the lip mark on your face come from? It belongs to me. I want to tell you An Yi!"
On the busy street, a short middle-aged woman grabbed a man by the ear and scolded him while walking.
The two little girls from Jiangnan were stunned and couldn't help but give a thumbs up:
"The women in Kuizhou City are so amazing!"
"No, in the Sichuan and Chongqing areas, most of the work is done by men and women are in charge. The men here also have a nice nickname called 'Raking Ears'."
"Why is it called Raek Er?" Shen Wenjun asked doubtfully.
Song Che laughed and said, "I'm often pinched by my wife. If I'm pinched, my ears will naturally be 'raked'."
Song Che had seen a statistic. Chongqing topped the list of the cities in the country where men were subjected to the most domestic violence.
Modern Chongqing is today’s Kuizhou.
It turns out that the traditional virtue of henpecking has been popular in Sichuan and Chongqing regions as early as thousands of years ago.
"Sir, sir, the road ahead is steep. Do you need help pushing the cart?"
"Yes, yes, you can also move goods. It only costs ten cents per item."
"You can also sit in a sedan chair!"
A group of men holding bamboo sticks almost swarmed over. On a hot day, they were naked from the waist up, their belts and leggings were tied tightly, and their skin was tanned. They all spoke in fluent Mandarin and laughed with their white glutinous teeth.
Lin Yue, who was driving the car, was a little overwhelmed by the sudden enthusiasm.
Song Che, Shen Wenjun and Qin Ruo got out of the carriage and said to them in Sichuan dialect: "Then bring three sedans and a few fellow villagers to help push the cart. Don't go too fast."
"If you want it, I will make sure that you, my guest, will have a comfortable seat!"
The bearer put down the sedan chair and wiped the seats with a handkerchief. After the guests sat firmly, he heard a shout:
"Get up the sedan!"
The two bearers at the front and rear exerted their strength together, almost using a "snatching and lifting" technique. Before anyone could react, the sedan landed firmly on their shoulders. They walked neatly and evenly.
"Brother Song, I didn't expect you to speak Hakka?" Shen Wenjun looked curious.
That's natural. Song Che's ancestral home is in Sichuan and Chongqing. Later, he moved to the coast with his parents and settled down. Sichuan dialect can be regarded as his mother tongue.
However, in this dynasty, he is an amnesiac and cannot tell Xiao Langjun clearly.
"I have a strong learning ability, and the Southwest Hakka dialect is not difficult to learn, so I can speak a few sentences." He hesitated and asked the bearer in front of the chair:
"Uncle, do you have hot pot here?"
"Yes, there is a 'Ba Dao Tang' hotpot restaurant in front of you. The hairy belly inside is so comfortable. I can take you there."
"That's good. We are really lucky today."
After walking in the sedan chair for less than half a mile, the gentle streets began to get steeper and the bearers began to pant. They lowered their heads and chanted slogans in unison. Even so, the sedan chair was still carried smoothly. This was something they had practiced for more than ten years. effort.
After finally finishing the climb, we had just walked on the flat road for a short time when a long downhill appeared in front of us. The person carrying the sedan was relatively relaxed, but the person pushing the cart was annoyed.
Four men were pulling from behind, and three men were supporting in front, lowering the carriage down the slope little by little. The strong calves and arms, and the muscle lines were "outlined" vividly.
At the end of the ramp, what comes into view is a huge market with endless horizons. Among the densely packed passersby, almost half of them are porters. There are shouts along the street, the sound of mahjong, the gentle breeze from the river, and the flying birds. Freely passing by, it is like a vivid impression of a mountain city.
"Who asked you to set up a stall here? Get out now!"
"Fellow fellow, we are from out of town, and our money was accidentally stolen, so we want to sell some embroidery in exchange for some silver. The quantity is not large, everyone likes it, and it will be sold out quickly."
"It turns out you're an outsider, Suo. You don't know the rules here. If you want to set up a stall on this street, you must get the consent of me, Chen Sanwa. To put it bluntly, it's protection money!"
I saw a thick-looking, dark-faced man with an unkempt beard, leading three gangster followers, gathered around a stall, and bullied others.
The items sold in the stall seemed to be very popular. There were many people gathered in front of the stall, and the person setting up the stall could not be seen clearly. The accent sounded vaguely like someone from the Lianghu area.
The black-faced man didn't even look at the person, and directly stretched out his hand to ask for it: "Seeing as you are a foreigner, I won't charge you more, just give me five taels of silver."
"Five taels of silver? Why don't you go and grab it!"
"Robbing?" The black-faced man sneered: "Look at your small bodies, I can pick you up with one hand, you are not worthy of me grabbing you."
"you--"
"Forget it, let's go somewhere else."
The stall owner will close the stall.
The black-faced man stared, slapped the stall with both hands, and said loudly: "Since you have set up here, you have to pay the stall fee, five taels of silver, not a penny less!"
"Chen San'er, forget it, my money has been stolen, why don't you embarrass me?"
"My opponent, the other one is an outsider. It's not easy to set up a stall and sell goods. You mean, you can just charge a few cents."
The onlookers offered words of advice one after another.
"Go, go!" The black-faced man pushed away the passers-by and shouted loudly: "There are stall fees for setting up a stall, taxes for selling goods, and my protection fee. In total, charging them five taels of silver is too much? Stop talking nonsense. , give me the money quickly, or I will blow up your stall!"
"You...you are simply lawless. I will sue you to the government!"
"Hahaha... the government? Do you know who my uncle is? I'll scare you to death if I tell you!"
You don't have any background to back you up, so you dare to act like a bully and collect protection money?
There were more and more people watching, but no one dared to come out and act bravely.
"Alas! This son of a bitch who has killed a thousand swords has come out to bully others again!" The bearer scolded and turned back to Song Che and the others: "Sir, I think we should take a detour. You are dressed so richly and are from outside the country. If it gets targeted, it will inevitably lead to trouble."
Song Che stared at the black-faced man and asked coldly: "Does he have a good background in Kuizhou?"
The bearer said: "He's just a loser who helps the officials in Kuizhou Prefecture make money."
How can we sit idly by while bullying and dominating the market?
Lin Nvxia, who was so irritated, couldn't hold it any longer, and Song Che nodded at her.
"drive!"
Lin Yue whipped the horse on the buttocks and drove the carriage towards Chen San'er.
"The carriage is coming, disperse quickly!"
The onlookers ducked away one after another. Chen Saner was busy collecting the money. Before he could react, the carriage had already rushed to him.
At the moment when they were about to collide, Lin Yue tightened the reins hard, "Neigh..." The horse roared loudly, raised its front hoof and kicked Chen Saner's chest hard.
Chen San'er said "Ouch" and flew two or three feet away, rolling on the ground several times in a row.
"Third brother, third brother, don't worry about it!"
Several followers rushed to help him.
To say that Chen San's body was quite strong and he could stand up after being kicked by a horse, he rubbed his chest vigorously and cursed at Lin Yue:
"You bastard, you dare to bump into me, you are so impatient!"
Lin Yue smiled coldly, pointed at the street and said, "You see clearly, this is the road for carriages. You, a non-human thing, have blocked it. How can I cross?"
"I think you are looking for death!"
Chen Saner clenched his fists and was about to rush forward to fight.
Lin Yue took off the silver whip and whipped it in the air——
"Snapped!"
He was impartial and hit Chen Saner squarely in the face.
"Ouch!"
Chen San'er was whipped to the ground. When he struggled to get up, there was a bloody streak on his face from his forehead to his chin, which made him grimace in pain.
"Third brother! Third brother, are you okay?"
"What the hell are you okay with me looking like this? What are you doing in a daze? Let me beat him to death!"
Chen San'er shouted loudly, and the gangsters rolled up their sleeves and rushed towards the carriage together!
"Bah bang bang!"
There were three more whips, and the three gangsters howled to the end. They looked like Chen San'er, with a "red line" on their faces.
"Hmph, beating you scoundrels really makes my whip dirty."
Lin Yue put away the silver whip, jumped out of the carriage, and strode towards Chen San'er.
When Chen San'er saw that something was wrong, he used his hands and feet to crawl out. Lin Yue grabbed him by the collar and pulled him to his feet.
"You fucking know I-"
"Pah!" A scratch in the ear.
"Son, I want to——"
"Pah!" Another scratch.
"Help -"
"Pah!" Another scratch.
Chen Saner's eyes were filled with stars, his front teeth fell out, and he no longer had any arrogance. He kept whining and begging for mercy:
"Hero, I was wrong, I was wrong, I will never charge protection money again, please don't hit me..."
Lin Yue was too lazy to say anything to him, so she picked him up and turned him over, aiming at his butt and kicking him away:
"roll!"
Several gangsters supported each other and fled the street by crawling.
Winning the neighborhood's support, people all over the street applauded.
