Here Lies The Wicked

With regard to the dead, there have been many taboos.

It's like, "Dead people can't eat whatever they want."

The old generation of the population is spoken of. Unless the deceased is an ancestor or direct ascendant, the outsiders are unblessed to suffer the death, otherwise they will fold Yangshui, damage Yin De, something will follow you and cause great trouble.

This woman!

This is about letting everyone in the house go!

In the shady Sensen house, Fang counts whether or not to directly and positively dry hard, there is a certain grasp to win, and also a certain grasp to avoid hurting ordinary people, but quickly frowned, in this small space, it is almost impossible to avoid hurting the two grandmothers.

The atmosphere was strangely rigid.

“Hmm?”

Suddenly, Fang Zheng looked at him and shocked him. Soon he saw his eyebrows and laughed, as if he had discovered something.

At this time, the most nervous, the most scared, belongs to Sun Yushu, the unjust owner of the debt, Zheng Mei entwined him after his death, scared him white face, his body movement was stiff, he was already scared, the party was suddenly shocked, frightened and shocked: “Why, why? ”

Sun Yushu's face looked worse than crying.

Fang Zheng's face was relaxed. He laughed. “It's okay. Sit down. Sit down. Since it's Aunt May's specialty dish, we must taste Aunt May's craftsmanship. Don't fail Aunt May's love for us. ”

After that, he didn't hide from the dead. His butt sat beside Zheng Mei.

“Aunt May, do you mind if I sit right next to you? ”

When Fang sat down, he struck a chill, feeling the surrounding magnetic field was particularly shady and cold, like a high-powered freezer next to him, ghostly.

Sun Yushu suddenly turned earthy.

His body trembled, his face looked ugly and cried out, finished, finished, even the only straw rectangle had fallen, and he was evil.

It's dead meal!

Can it be eaten by living people?

At this time, Grandmother had also sat at the table, and Sun Yushu could only sit with stiff hands and feet. He was scared and wanted to pull up his mother and run immediately, but he couldn't forget to look at Zheng Mei with his fish-killing knife.

However, at this time, the loud and delightful sound of eating allowed Sun Yushu to open his mouth like a ghost.

It turns out that Fang Zheng has already started eating the clouds!

A five-to-two red-burned fish was directly stabbed in the stomach by three bites and even a fish head.

A plate of fish pills was also almost instantly eliminated.

If you look at the chopped head of the pepper, you don't even have any pepper left.

Not a drop of fish soup was spilled on the table and not a single stinger was spit out.

Sun Yushu's brain was blindfolded. In this scene, he thought of the starving ghost.

“It is true that the evil has already taken hold! I can't hold it! ”

Looks like the evil hungry ghost cast into the womb, Sun Yu tree surface is as dead ash, his hands and feet are so cold, then he finds, sitting opposite him Zheng Mei, sometime raised his head, a pair of dead fish eyes just ticked him.

His scalp was numb and his back was shady.

Sun Yushu bit his teeth, he knew he had to eat this dead meal, even for the sake of the mother sitting next to him, he was hard on his scalp, clamped a piece of fish meat, confessed to close his eyes and sent it to his mouth.

“Don't move! ”

A shout shouted, frightening Sun Yushu's hand, and the fresh fish meat caught in the chopsticks fell onto the dining table.

Then he saw Fangzheng, a chopstick forked over the carp by Sun Yushu, bar, bar, Jinjin tasted a few bites and ate the whole fish.

“Tartare is my favorite. ”

Without waiting for Sun Yushu to react, a table full of fish meat meal, actually less than four or five minutes, all swept away by Fang Zhengfeng's crippling clouds.

At this moment, Sun Yushu was astonished and his eyeballs stared out.

This nimma ain't hungry!

It's a Taotie Monster, isn't it?

No one eats fish meat, not even fish pricks! Aren't you afraid to get stuck alive as a river pig!!

At this point, it was as if even the cold, gloomy smell that was suppressed in the house, at this moment, was suffocating violently and stagnating.

Sun Yushu's face hesitated. Don't you know that Fang is truly evil? Or fake evil?

Seems like the middle evil, suddenly not serious. But Fang seemed to have saved his life and that of his mother. He ate all the fish on the table by himself.

“Aunt May, your craftsmanship is amazing. The dishes are so delicious, they taste amazing in the world. I don't know if everyone has eaten all the dishes, so Aunt May and Sun Yushu haven't even eaten a bite of fish meat. Would you like to do it again? I must eat slowly this time.” Fang Zheng's face is still unfinished.

After listening to Fang Zheng, Sun Yushu could hardly help but kneel.

Brother!

Can we please stop this?

It's too late for people to avoid the dead meal. You're all right, and you're on your own to have another dead meal!

You can't drive!

My mother and I want to stay alive!

Sun Yushu is about to cry.

Zheng Mei, sitting directly next to her, turned her head and looked deeply into the empty, angry hole, then stood up and walked towards the kitchen without a word.

Soon, it spilled out of the kitchen with the smell of food, oil and fish.

Then there was a big meal on the table.

Ba Ba, Ba Ba...

Less than five points, swept away by Fang Zheng.

Zheng Mei got up,

Zheng Mei went to the kitchen,

Zheng Mei just sat down.

Zheng Mei went to the kitchen again.

Zheng Mei just sat down for less than five minutes.

Zheng Mei went to the kitchen without stopping.

……

“Mom, you've been stuck once before, don't you like fish? We rarely see you buy fish. Why do you buy so many fish at home today? Carp, grass, black, doll fish, all kinds of freshwater fish in the river. ”

Riding Zheng Mei to the kitchen again, Sun Yushu quietly asked his mother.

“Oh, Aunt May, your face is so pale, look at you walking like you're shaking very weak, aren't you too tired? Are you all right? ”

When another perfumed “dish” came to the table, Zheng Mei was sitting beside him, and his hands kept moving. All kinds of windy clouds swept up a table of fish meat.

Zheng Mei still looked dead and quiet, sitting calmly.

But his face was paler than it had been at first.

Even the peripheral gloom is weak for a few points.

At this moment, Sun Yu Tree's scalp is numb and creepy.

This time he was not resurrected for fear of one more death.

It's a creepy appetite.

He suddenly realized he was starting to pity Zheng Mei.

This is fucking edible.

He lived dozens of times before and after, a dead man was forced to cook alive, cook to make two hand cramps, pale face, how can one's stomach be so big?

Sun Yushu was alarmed and the painting style was mutating in a strange direction.

Thriller? Seconds into a complex cuisine?

If Sun Yushu knew that Fang Zheng could eat in the cafeteria for six or seven hours without going to the bathroom, he would probably feel even more sympathetic to Zheng Mei.

Fang Zheng has already discovered that Zheng Mei is weak.

So he ate more cheerfully.

No need to fight, no need to consume excess health, no need to bleed, no need to risk your life, just quietly cook a food, you can eat a ghost to weakness, I'm afraid this is the easiest demon demon ever demonized.

We're going to have a new record.

And all the underbelly fish, fish soup, fish bones, all burned by the sun in the squares, as well as the exuberant blood, are wiped clean.

Nothing left.

The Fire of the Sun is the Fire of the Evil Exorcism that has just reached the Sun.

The Qi and Blood cultivated by Voldemort Print also have a demonic effect, plus a little bit of refining these evils in vitro, even consuming almost zero of his own.

As early as the beginning, convenience had discovered that the smell of fish meat breathed into him was actually a filthy evil object.

Because of the solar fire and bloodbath in his body, the pairs were stimulated, the automatic stress defense, and the evil things entered the body for a moment, were refined into nothingness.

He discovered that after that, the scene was fun.

Then he found that eating fish weakened Zheng Mei's ability, so he opened his stomach and ate the sea and drank it.

... an hour...

… two hours…

This meal, from around 11 pm until almost 5 am, gradually dawn in the heavens and the earth, pounding through, accompanied by the sound of the dishes smashing to the ground, the busy woman in the kitchen finally knelt.

“Aunt May, Aunt May, what's wrong with you? ”

“Aunt May, why are you on your knees? ”

“Aunt May, are you okay? ”

“Aunt May, are you pale? ”

“Aunt May, can I help you? ”

Pfft!

Such as the sound of rag tearing, in the kitchen, the golden flame on the right hand side ruined, through the back hole through Zheng Mei's chest.

“Aunt May, you're too tired. Get some sleep.” At a time when I was concerned about the right course of action, my face was calm and calm.

The hole penetrated Zheng Mei's chest in the upper right palm of the gold flame, burned more fiercely, boom, swallowed the woman's upper body.

“You!” Zheng Mei finally opened the door a second time.

It's like saying you pit ghosts, or even you pit ghosts...

But anyway, she can't talk anymore, it's fatal injury, grunt, grunt, grunt, Zheng Mei wants to talk, but one mouth keeps spitting a cloudy muddy water, and there's a decaying dead fish, carp, grass, black fish, all the common fish in the river.

Zheng Mei died in a car crash at Tongjiang Bridge.

Boom!

Zheng Mei's soul broke apart. At the same time, a gray air was instantly devoured by human skin scripture.

But he had covered his mouth and ran straight to the toilet to dry and vomit.

As a result, his digestive organs were too developed, and the food eaten had long been digested into slag, leaving only green and yellow bile bitter water.

Not a single piece of fish spit out.

The more I think about it, the more I resent my stomach, the so-called fresh fish meat, actually came here... mud coal, the more I vomited my stomach cramps, I want to cry without tears.

This is fucking traumatic.

Physical injury that cannot be cured by medication.

He will leave a psychological shadow on the fish for the rest of his life. When he thinks about the smell of eating it not long ago, he begs how big the psychological shadow area is at this moment.

Fang Zheng lay beside the bathtub still vomiting bile, he would rather start over, with the female ghost hard dry, kill a head of blood flow, spit three liters of blood, do not want to leave a psychological shadow for life!!

How can you look directly at seafood in the future?!