Chapter 181 The Nasty Pipe Old man

Feng Junyang was shocked, as he expected. Yan Yu came back with Wu Landuo for the wedding.

Mei Yixian and Mingzhu turned their eyes to Feng Junyang together, and both of them seemed to understand what was on his mind.

"How far is it?" Feng Junyang asked.

"Well, turn over this hill bag and go down a little further, it's a flat land. The stockade is on the flat ground. Mingzhu said quickly, "Are you worried?"

He ignored Mingzhu's joke and was anxious. He didn't say hello to Mingzhu and ran away.

He knew that Wu Landuo must be more anxious than him at this time, and he must call his name in his heart, hoping that he would save her out.

If it hadn't been for your own recklessness and credulous belief in Yanyu, how could he have fallen to this point? He ran up the hill bag like a Scud and kept praying in his heart. Wu Landuo, you must wait for me.

When he went out and saw the acacia bird, Mei Yixian said that he would have a happy event, and he hoped it was true. I fantasized that Yanyu was beaten away by him, and the wedding continued, but the groom changed from Yanyu to Feng Junyang...

He stood on the hill bag, and a melodious song came. Obviously, the stockade below had already been singing and dancing, celebrating the wedding of Yanyu and Wu Landuo.

He imagined that Yanyu took Wu Landuo's hand and entertained the guests with a smile, while his Wu Landuo was forced to be happy and died.

At the thought of this, his heart was like a knife, and he was waiting for me. I must make this wedding ours.

A Kui and his group are talking about it:

"Who is the person in front of this? It seems to be a stranger!"

Where are the guards? Have you come to see the fun? Why did you let outsiders in?"

"Did Ye Qin leave his sentry position when he saw someone marrying A Lan?"

"Don't talk nonsense, Ye Qin likes Mingzhu." It's Akui who is talking.

"Hahaha, I really can't eat grapes and say grapes are sour..."

"Yes!" A shrill voice attracted Feng Junyang's attention. She said, "A Lan and Yan Yu have been together for so many years, and they are finally together today!"

"Yes, yes, A Lan was in the limelight at the sacrificial meeting last night! Don't you see that that's what the patriarch means? Let A Lan and Yan Yu be together.

"That dress is so beautiful. I don't know if Alan will wear it today? Yanyu's parents should faint when they see such a beautiful daughter-in-law..."

Feng Junyang was shocked, the sacrificial meeting last night?

Last night, Wu Landuo and I waited quietly in Liu Shisi's small hut opposite and never left. Where did the sacrificial meeting come from?

In addition, Yanyu said that his parents were dead, which was also confirmed by Mingzhu. Then these people also said how happy will Yanyu's parents be when they see Alan?

He felt that his back was cold. Are those who walked all the way all the people who remembered staying on the night of the sacrifice two years ago? Whose words are true between them and Yanyu?

He wanted to ask them, but he was close to the stockade and could hear the laughter of the people in the stockade. His heart was even more urgent. He wanted to see Wu Landuo immediately and take her away!

When he arrived at the door of the village, he was not in the mood to enjoy the beautiful scenery described before. He only saw this big dazzling red flower hanging from the high door. He looked into the village door, and there were lanterns and colorful everywhere. People dressed in famous costumes and danced in the yard.

It's lively, but this bustle doesn't belong to him, and this happiness doesn't belong to him. It seems to be a scene from many novels. He hurried to attend his lover's wedding, but the groom was not him.

"Hey! Young man." An old voice came from behind. He turned around and saw a thin and shrive old man with a long pipe in his mouth, and squeezed out an ugly smile on his wrinkled face, like a wrinkled eggplant.

"You are not a local." The old man took out his pipe and shook it and spit.

"No. So what?" Feng Junyang replied briefly. He thought that the old man must be at the "e elder" level in the stockade and must come to interrogate him. He took the risk that since he had passed all the way to get here, there was no reason to retreat. Let's block the water and cover it.

Unexpectedly, the old man suddenly stretched out his head, sprayed a strong smell of smoke, and whispered, "Me neither."

"Oh? Where are you from? Feng Junyang asked, is there such an old outsider to join in the fun?

"I forgot." The old man spit again, and the droplets splashed on the handsome face, with a faint smell of tobacco and smell. He mysteriously said, "I wandered all my life and forgot it. What are you doing here?"

"Watch the fun." Feng Junyang said lightly.

"Are you looking for death?" The old man suddenly grabbed Feng Junyang who was about to enter the door and whispered, "Don't you find anything strange?"

"Where's the bride?" He didn't answer the question.

"Haha. You came to see Lady Xi! It's really lifeless." The old man took a sip of cigarette and spit out his eyes, choking him so much that he almost lost his breath.

"I can't see it." The old man shook his head and said.

"Why?" Feng Junyang was anxious, "Why can't you see it?"

The old man slowly shook out the smoke in the pipe, then slowly put on the tobacco, lit the fire, snoreed a few breaths, and spit out the smoke ring on the handsome face without regard.

He put up with it. This old man is really annoying! He couldn't help spitting and spitting smoke rings on his face. He thought I was handsome with an exhaust cylinder or a chimney!

"Old man, why can't you be a bride?" He tried his best to cover up the disgust on his face and asked sincerely.

"Because, cough..." The old man smoked too hard and coughed a few times, and then his nose also whined. He stretched out his right hand and squeezed his nose fiercely to make a whining sound. A dark yellow runny nose came out and stained on his cracked fingers.

The old man didn't look at it much, stretched out his hand and blow his nose on his clothes.

Feng Junyang's heart is full of nausea!

It's not because the old man is sloppy. As a doctor, he is more or less obsessed with cleanliness. The reason why he vomits is that the old man wiped his yellow nose on his clothes! Is it the old man's dizzy eyes, or did he do it on purpose?

It was mostly intentional. As soon as he saw Feng Junyang, he spit and wiped his nose, and everything did not fall.

"I can't see it!" The old man simply sat down, leaned against the wall, half closed his eyes, smoked intoxicatedly, and said, "I can't see it now, but I can't see it at night. The ceremony is held in the evening..."

"You, you said it earlier!" Feng Junyang can't laugh or cry. That's what he meant. This old man had no grudge against himself the day before yesterday and no grudge today. Why is he always aimed at himself?

It's better not to provoke such a crazy tramp. Thinking so, he turned around to enter the village gate. Unexpectedly, the old man's voice behind him rose again:

"I can get in, I can't get out!"

Feng Junyang ignored it and stepped into the village door with one foot.

The moment his feet landed, he bounced back with an invisible and powerful force, and his whole body was numb as if he were electrocuted.

"Hahahaha..." The old man laughed recklessly in the back. Feng Junyang turned around angrily and said, "What the hell are you doing?"

The old man half narrowed his eyes and looked up at the sky, smiling timidly and cheerfully. He said dullly, "It's going to be dark."

Feng Junyang looked up and looked at it strangely. The sun was still in the sky just now, but now the sun suddenly set in the west, the sky is full of sunset, and it is about to be twilight.

The weather is changing too fast!

I skipped the afternoon and suddenly entered dusk from noon.

He stepped into the threshold again and was undoubtedly bounced back again.

"Old man, what are you doing?" Feng Junyang was a little impatient, "I have something urgent."

"It's not me..." The old man rubbed the pipe on the wall, knocked it, poured out the cigarette residue inside, put it on again, lit it, and then took a deep breath and said, "Don't you see that I can't get in?"

"It's a person who can't get in." The old man said inadvertently.

Feng Junyang was surprised and said, "Isn't there anyone in it?"

"Young man, I think you are clever and don't like me being dirty. How about I give you yin and yang eyes?" The old man narrowed his eyes and looked at Feng Junyang and asked in a consultative tone.

"Yin and Yang eyes?" Feng Junyang asked puzzledly, "What do you want that thing for?"

"Cough...Cough..." The old man gasped and his throat shouted. He stood up against the wall and trembled as if he could be blown down by the wind at any time. He said, "With yin and yang eyes, you can tell which is a person and which is a ghost. You can see things that ordinary people can't see..."

"I know this." Feng Junyang said, "Yin and Yang eyes are a psychic special function in folk beliefs, representing the existence of supernatural phenomena that can't be seen by others such as ghosts. Some people with yin and yang eyes are born, and some are 'open' with acquired magic..."

"Oh! Do you know?" When the old man heard Feng Junyang's explanation, he said excitedly, "That's really fate!"