"What's the matter" Ding Ermiao squinted at Li Qingdong and said, "Don't you really want to, let's drink this old Wang Ba soup."
"No, no, no."
Li Qingdong waved his hand and said, "Uncle Master, listen to me, this molting turtle can't be killed like this, otherwise, it must be infinitely poisonous." ” Kang Xinyi held the camera in her hand and asked while taking pictures: "What is the origin of this molting turtle and what is the harm, Uncle Li told us." ” Seeing that Li Qingdong was so cautious, Ding Ermiao had no choice but to put away the copper coin and listen to Li Qingdong's explanation.
Li Qingdong finally found an opportunity to pretend to be forced, nodded, straightened his beard, paced, and said slowly: "Do you know why Yue Shuaicai and Zhang Tianchao were cut by Lu Liwen's knife, and after the wound was cut, the skin and flesh slowly rotted?"
Huang Wei furrowed her eyebrows and asked, "Could it be that it has something to do with this molting turtle?"
"Of course it matters," Li Qingdong said: "It is because Lu Liwen's knife was smeared with the blood of the shell kneeling that this situation occurred."
This turtle blood is actually extremely poisonous. ” "It's really fake" Ding Ermiao didn't believe it either.
"Absolutely, it's true."
Li Qingdong swore and said: "The two brothers who were sprayed by the poisonous blood of the turtle just now fortunately had no wounds on their bodies, or they would have died like Yue Shuaicai.
If you don't believe me, any of you will go and catch a few chickens and try it. ” Ding Ermiao looked at Zhang Tianchao's people and asked them to get two chickens.
The two officers agreed, turned and walked out.
However, in front of Lu Liwen's house, no poultry or livestock were found, so he had no choice but to go to the village in front of him and ask the villagers to buy two chickens for experiments.
When the police officers went to buy chickens, Li Qingdong smiled and continued: "Uncle Ding, let me tell you a past story, and you will know how powerful this molting turtle is." ” Ding Ermiao nodded and motioned for Li Qingdong to speak.
"That happened in this place.
However, more than 400 years ago, during the Ming Dynasty.
Li Qingdong cleared his throat and said: "At that time, there was a Taoist who passed by the door of a family here, and suddenly stopped, saying that there was a demon in this family.
The head of the household was suspicious, so he asked the Taoist priest to catch the demon.
The Taoist priest walked around the family's house, and finally found a molting turtle under the large water tank in the kitchen.
The tortoise shrank at the bottom of the tank and made a shallow hole in the ground, and its body was the size of a sieve. ” Li Qingdong pointed to the big turtle in front of him and said: "That's what it is.
The head of the household was an old man, seventy or eighty years old, and he remembered that this turtle was still his plaything when he was a child.
The Taoist dragged the turtle to the yard and hacked it to death with a knife, and all the turtle flesh and turtle shells were packed in a sealed bag and buried more than a foot deep.
Even the blood on the ground was shoveled clean. ” Everyone was silent and listened to Li Qingdong continue.
"It stands to reason that the molting turtle has been killed, isn't it okay, but more than ten years later, this family has been involved in a lawsuit."
Li Qingdong lit a cigarette, swallowed and spit it out, and continued: At that time, the old man of the family had died, and the son became the head of the family.
In the summer, a friend of my son's came to visit.
In the evening, when they get drunk, they stay in the wings.
Because it's summer, after sleeping until night, it's hot and sleepless.
In order to be cool, the guests removed the door panel of the wing room, put it in the courtyard, and then lay down on the door panel and slept shirtless."
"And then died," Ding Ermiao asked.
Li Qingdong nodded and said, "That's right."
The next morning, the owner of the household got up and saw that the guest was dead on the door panel of the courtyard, and only a skeleton remained.
Only the pants are still on the body, the hair falls to the side, and the yellow water on the ground is the same as Yue Shuai Cai's current situation." is so powerful, Ding Ermiao wiped a cold sweat.
"The guest died at home, and the owner of the household was also frightened, so he had to report to the official.
When the government saw it, it must have been you who coveted your friend's money and wealth, or had hatred in the past, so you used demon magic to kill your friend.
Without saying a word, he shut up the master of the house. ” Li Qingdong continued: "Until one day, the Taoist more than ten years ago, wandering around his hometown, heard about this strange case, and hurriedly came to this house to check.
It's okay not to look at it, but when I look at it, the Taoist people are ashamed.
Then the Taoist carried the door panel, came to the county hall, beat the drum and voiced the grievances, and told the county uncle that it was his own responsibility and had nothing to do with the owner of the household. ” The Taoist said that the death of the guest was all caused by the door panel, and it was also his own negligence.
Because back then, when the molting turtle was killed in the yard, a drop of turtle blood splashed on the door panel and leaked in.
The guest slept until midnight, his skin was bitten by mosquitoes, and then the wound happened to meet the drop of turtle blood that had already dried up, and he was poisoned by the molting turtle, so it became a skeleton.
Of course, the county lord didn't believe it, and the Taoist priest asked for a demonstration on the spot.
So the old man ordered his subordinates to catch two chickens and hand them over to the Taoist priest.
The Taoist priest cut the chicken's feet with a sword and tied the chicken to the door panel.
Sure enough, when the chicken's foot stepped on the piece of turtle blood, the chicken fell down.
Then after a few flutters, a pile of chicken feathers and a chicken skeleton remained.
The county lord was convinced and let go of the owner. ” After Li Qingdong's story was finished, everyone looked at each other.
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Turtle blood has passed for more than ten years, and it is indeed terrible if it is so toxic.
At this time, two police officers came back from buying chickens.
Ding Ermiao cut the cockscomb with his sword, tied the feet of the two chickens, and hung them in front of the molting turtle.
The chicken wings fluttered sharply, provoking the old turtle to be furious, and opened its mouth again, and with a pop, blood mist spewed out Then, Li Qingdong's words were verified.
Within three minutes, the two chickens turned into a puddle of yellow water, two chicken skeletons, and a piece of chicken feathers "I'll take it, it seems that this old turtle really can't be killed like this" Ding Ermiao looked at Li Qingdong and asked, "Then what should I do and put it in the cauldron and cook this old Wang Baji" Li Qingdong straightened his beard and said, "Uncle Shi, I think it's better to use quicklime, which is more certain." ” Ding Ermiao nodded, and said to Zhang Tianchao's people: "Everyone also threw this old turtle into the well, you guys guard here at night, and tomorrow morning, bring me quicklime, and I'll deal with this monster." ” Zhang Tianchao's people nodded in agreement, while reporting to their superiors.
Ding Ermiao and Li Qingdong Kang Xinyi returned to the highway and drove back to the Luoshi Town Hotel.
After eating and drinking enough, the three of them went back to their rooms to rest and did not talk all night.
But early the next morning, Ding Ermiao was still asleep, but was woken up by Lin Xiruo's phone call.
I haven't seen each other for a few months, and the police flowers are still the same.
As soon as the phone was connected, she roared over there and said, "Ding Ermiao, where did you die, you didn't come back to Yaohai Park for so long, something happened again."
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