Hexing Street is close to the Dadu River that crosses Sanxiang City, so it is named after it.
Every morning and evening, a large number of fishermen arrive at the pier at He Xing Street along the river and stop at the fish market to set up stalls and sell.
Residents from the west of the city will come here if they want to buy aquatic products, and even other urban areas will come here by horse-drawn carriage.
The fish market on the pier is indeed something special.
The fish sold at stalls in the early morning are the freshest and usually lively. They are loved by wealthy families and restaurants.
The fish sold at the stalls in the evening have been kept in wooden basins for a day, and most of them have turned white, and the price is less than one-tenth of the original price.
Ordinary people will carefully select among the dead fish, and it is not bad to try them out.
When it gets dark and the eating time passes, the number of stalls gradually decreases.
The fishermen left Sanxiang City in small boats one after another. They all lived in villages on the outskirts of the city. The night road in the water was really difficult.
Against the backdrop of the setting sun, the fish market became deserted.
Zhang Dou hurriedly packed up the stall in order to buy pens and ink for his elementary school children, and almost left in time.
At this time, he noticed that there was a fish stall not far away, and he had no intention of closing the stall.
Zhang Dou glanced at the setting sun halfway up the mountain and walked quickly over.
He had met the stall owner several times, and couldn't help but remind him: "Wang Bingquan, you can go, it will be difficult to walk through the waterway later."
"Hey Hey."
Wang Bingquan let out an inexplicable strange laugh. His head was larger than that of an ordinary person, and his face was covered with veins.
Zhang Dou took a few steps back, but was able to calm down quickly.
He looked at the stall and saw that there was also a whitened silver carp in the wooden basin, and the fish eyes were missing on both sides. The quality was too poor to be sold.
"Wang Bingquan, if you can't sell this fish, go back and make soup yourself..."
"Hey hey hey, do you want me to buy you?"
"Anyone who wants your broken fish should consider my kindness as a donkey's liver and lungs."
Zhang Dou couldn't help but secretly curse a few times. Wang Biqian in front of him was not angry at all, but just kept laughing weirdly, which made people's hair stand on end.
He suddenly remembered the tragic incident he had heard, which seemed to be about Wang Bingquan.
There are five fishermen in Wang Bingquan's village. They fish together and take turns selling fish, and they look after each other.
Unexpectedly, a few days ago, when they lowered their nets in the Dadu River, all the fishermen except Wang Bingquan died.
It is said that the body that was salvaged by the Yamen had no good flesh on its body, and only two holes were left for its eyes.
Rumor has it that it was caused by water ghosts.
Zhang Dou couldn't help but feel pity. He was afraid that Wang Bingquan had gone crazy. No wonder he stayed at the fish market.
He sighed and said: "Wang Bingquan, I will buy this fish. You should go home early."
Wang Bingquan raised his head and stared directly at Zhang Dou, with an extremely exaggerated smile on his lips.
"Three pennies."
Zhang Dou took out the money bag from his arms with an ugly expression, took out a few pennies like a plague, and handed them to the other party without counting them.
Wang Bingquan skillfully passed the straw rope through the fish's mouth, and then handed over the whole silver carp.
"Remember to eat it fried, the silver carp meat is tender and smooth, and the fish eyes are even better."
Just when Zhang Dou was about to take over, someone suddenly cut off the silver carp and grabbed the straw rope with just the right movement.
He quickly turned his head, and at some point there was a government servant beside him.
"you……"
Ren Qing had no intention of returning the silver carp. Instead, he comforted him by saying, "Get on the boat quickly. Just spend three cents to buy your life."
Because Zhang Dou was afraid of the government officials, he had no choice but to suffer this loss, and at the same time he had deep doubts in his heart.
There's no need for two people to fight over a stinking dead fish. What's the point of having three cents to buy a life?
Zhang Dou walked to the dock confused. He looked in the direction of Wang Bingquan and saw the two of them turning into the alley one after another.
The more he thought about it, the more something was wrong. He always felt that Wang Bingquan looked like a murderous ghost, so he quickly punted and left.
Ren Qing was holding the silver carp and swaying around, his eyes constantly observing the surroundings of the alley.
He secretly visited the corpses of headless cases and found that some of the deceased's residences were close to water sources, which led him to find Hexing Street.
What these people have in common is that they bought a dead fish before their death. After eating it, their eyes began to hurt, and they eventually turned into a headless corpse.
The conditions of the remaining corpses are different, indicating that the Hundred-Eyed Man has never shown his face and has been killing people invisibly through some means.
Ren Qing was waiting at the end of the alley. There was no light nearby, so he couldn't see his fingers.
He stood there for a while, bright green eyes gradually approaching him, and some inexplicable murmurs could be heard.
"I wasn't trying to kill them."
"They deserve to die, deserve to die."
"How can you blame me? You must not blame me."
"Die die die die!!!"
Wang Bingquan walked over, his twisted face full of resentment.
"I'm here to return your fish eyes..."
Ren Qing noticed something strange. He looked at the silver carp in his hand and saw that the scales on the fish's body gradually fell off, and dense human eyes grew out.
Suddenly, the silver carp became extremely vivid, as if it had just jumped out of the water, making him swallow his saliva.
Ren Qing's eyes turned, and the illusion disappeared in an instant.
He stretched out his hand and pinched the carp. He could clearly feel the foreign object inside. After tearing open the belly of the fish, a human eye fell out.
When Ren Qing saw that the human eye was still moving, he trampled it into minced meat and leaned towards Wang Bingquan.
Wang Bing faced the wall and muttered to himself. He seemed to feel extreme fear and fell to his knees tremblingly.
"Don't kill me. I have done as you asked. I feed my eyes to living people every day, including the villagers."
When he said this, his tone became shocked again: "I didn't kill them, I just hid my eyes in the belly of the fish. If they buy my fish, they will die."
Ren Qing pulled out the short knife from his waist and walked away.
Wang Bingquan's head turned red, and most of his eyeballs even bulged out, but he did not look away at all.
The ability of the Hundred-Eyed One is to create illusions. It is not difficult to control people's hearts with this. Wang Bingquan is obviously the opponent's puppet.
Ren Qing looked towards the wall.
Other monks would be unable to observe in detail even if they had night vision, but those with double eyes could do so with ease.
I saw a snail crawling on the wall, with a human eye between the tentacles of its head, looking at Ren Qing with strange eyes.
Before Ren Qing could react, the snail exploded into mud.
Then Wang Bingquan made a gurgling sound in his throat. He covered his broken neck in pain and his head fell to the ground.
His head rolled against the wind, and he rushed out of the alley in the blink of an eye.
Ren Qing hurriedly caught up.
With the methods of the Hundred-Eyed Master, it doesn't look like he has just been promoted. He always feels that he has been hiding in Sanxiang City for a long time. Killing people and taking eyes is not a practice without eyes.
Perhaps you are seriously injured and need medical treatment, or you may be dying and extending your life.
If that were the case, the Hundred-Eyed Man would definitely rely on strange objects to reach half-corpse status.
If you want the Hundred-Eyed One to be promoted, you must eat the strange object of the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord. Not to mention the narrow escape, how can it be found so easily.
Could it be that the other party is trying to cover up something by creating chaos?
