Seeing that Lao Du was so tired, he didn't ask much for a while, so he asked Sun Lu to go to the kitchen to make meals.

In the evening, the steaming iron pot fish came in and put it on the coal ball stove. The old man who was dozing in the chair smelled the fragrance and became energetic.

Pan Ying vomited twice a day, and her belly was already weak. Seeing that everything was ready, she smiled at Lao Jun and Lao Du, picked up the chopsticks and wanted to pick up the fish.

"Wait a minute!"

Lao Du glared at her and snatched her chopsticks, but filled the cup in front of her with wine.

Pan Ying looked bitter and said, "Uncle, please let me put it on first, otherwise I really can't drink it."

"Who said this wine was for you?" Lao Du glared at her again, "I want you to toast this wine to your benefactor."

Pan Ying's eyes rolled, and he quickly picked up the wine glass with a smile on his face and held it in front of him: "Uncle, thank you for saving my life. From now on, you will be my uncle."

Seeing her hippie face, Lao Du couldn't help but be amused, but waved his hand, "Silly girl, you call me uncle, isn't it okay for me to help my children? This wine is not something you want to toast me, but it is to toast it."

As he said that, he raised his hand and pointed to the iron pot on the stove.

Pan Ying pulled the corner of her mouth and scratched her head and asked, "What do you mean... let me respect this fish?"

Seeing Lao Du nodding with a smile, Pan Ying pretended to hold the wine glass and bowed to the iron pot. After muttering untuned thanks, he looked at Lao Du and poured the wine from the cup into the pot.

Seeing that Lao Du poured her another glass of wine, Sun Lu finally couldn't help it and said carefully: "Uncle Du, just give her a cup of wine."

Then he turned his head and whispered to me: "Put less white wine to lift the flavor, but if you add too much, the fish will not taste good."

Although Laozi is old, his ears are very sharp. He obviously heard his muttering, and glanced at him and said, "Who said that this wine is for fish? It has been stewed and poured into the pot. Isn't that a waste?"

Sun Lu and I were both amused and crying, and Pan Ying's expression was even more funny.

Lao Du took her wine glass, drank it all, wiped his mouth and said, "This glass of wine is my respect for the immortals for you, the silly girl."

After saying that, he picked up the chopsticks and called us to start.

Although Lin’s house was simple, a bunch of people were talking and laughing around the iron pot, and they were eating enthusiastically.

Pan Ying swallowed for a while, and saw that the two elders were drinking in high spirits, she looked at me and finally couldn't help asking: "Uncle Du, what is the dumpling you gave me before?"

When Sun Lu and I heard this, we both stinged our mouths. We had just discovered in the kitchen that the fish was killed, but the death was quite tragic. The "dumps" fed to Pan Ying were full of fishy smell, which was mostly related to the parts where the fish was missing.

Sure enough, after drinking another sip of wine, Lao Du smacked his lips and said, "Eight-inch fish bones are crushed, mixed with fish eyes, fish skin, fish blood, fish bladder and a small amount of fish gallbladder..."

Before he could finish speaking, Pan Ying rolled her eyes. Fortunately, she was also very worried and did not vomit again.

Sun Lu was intrigued and said, "Uncle Du, you are so amazing. You can pull out the hair of a ghost with just one fish."

"Silly kid, it's not as simple as you think." Lao Du pointed at Pan Ying with chopsticks, "It's this kid who is lucky and lucky. He just happened to come here, and I happened to buy a big fish and come back, otherwise I wouldn't even see that she was making a scum."

After hearing what he said, Sun Lu and I were even more curious.

Lao Du was also drunk now, so he said to us: "If something else was plagued by me, my old eyes might still be able to see it, but this villain is the most lie. Not to mention that I would have quit the incense hall long ago, even when I was back then, I might not be able to see the clues."

"Then why did you find out that I was being a ghost... I became a ghost?" Pan Ying asked.

"It was this fat-headed fish who told me."

Lao Du pointed to the half-eating fish in the pot and said seriously: "As the saying goes, one thing overcomes one thing. Although the affair is cunning, this big fish with an eight-inch bone length is its nemesis."

He suddenly turned to me and said, "Look, how cold the weather is outside. No matter how fresh the fish is, you can bring it back from the town and you must not freeze to death? When you took the fish off the tricycle, it was still jumping around."

I looked back and thought, that's not it. It's at least minus three or four degrees outside, but when I took the fish out of the car, the fat head, which was out of the water, was still flapping and using his tail to give me a while.

Lao Du said that it sensed the existence of the accomplice and vowed to expel the accomplice, so it refused to die.

This time, even Lao Jun couldn't stand it anymore, and he patted his legs and said, "You old guy, don't keep it aside. Tell me, what's going on?"

Lao Du smiled and said to me: You only said half of the things you said about the accomplice. It is true that the accomplice was controlled by the fairy, but the real accomplice is indeed a ghost.

The so-called accomplice actually refers to a ghost who is enslaved by a tiger after being eaten by a tiger with a Taoist practice. Accomplice has a despicable character and is best at deceiving people. He specifically lures others to eat for tigers. Accomplice dies in the mountains and rivers, and must use the help of mountain streams to go out to lure others. Therefore, accomplice often appears near rivers and rivers.

Although the affair is cunning, there are also people who specialize in dealing with them. Most of them passed the Jinshi before their death, and got errands after their death, and specialized in governing the big rivers. The fish swimming in the rivers are like shrimps, soldiers, crabs and generals in the sea for the Dragon King to drive them.

Because the missionaries who govern the rivers all wore blue and white robes and dressed as scholars, they were called water clothes and shining.

Once a new evil spirit is added to the waters under its jurisdiction, the fish swimming in the river will report to the water suit, and the water suit will devastate the ghost based on the experience of the ghost.

Sun Lu said in surprise: "Isn't it the river god?"

Lao Du nodded: "That's what it means. Real gods don't have the time to take care of mortal affairs. I often hear people say that when they see the river god, they probably see this water-clothing showman."

He pointed to the fish that was almost finished in the pot and said, "When I bought the fish, I found that not only had an unusual light in my eyes, but also measured it with my hands to remove the big head. Its body length was exactly eight inches.

Eight inches long means eight taels tall; big head and sharp eyes, shrewd... This fat-headed fishbeast is the most influenced by the water-coat showman. Once a ghost is found, he will do his best and expel the ghost even if he dies.

So, as soon as I saw that the fish was still alive, I knew that there must be ghosts around me. The old army saw that Tian and I were with me, and they were both stinky and hard, and would not provoke ghosts."

He turned to Sun Lu with one eye and smiled and said, "Your ancestor is a butcher, right? Hehe, ordinary ghost monsters dare not touch your body."

He avoided me and his eyes fell on Pan Ying, "Look at me, you are the one who is the least insane."

Pan Ying said 'um' with a silence, "Who said no? I've been carrying a lot of things lately. Lan Lan has become like that, and that bear thing...ah..."
Chapter completed!