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Chapter 299 299. Teaching by eating seats

Old Man Goriot was wearing bright red clothes. The red clothes were brighter than blood, which made people feel that he was not preparing for his own funeral, but preparing to marry another wife.

He had a bright face and was holding a wooden crutch in his hand. He was much more energetic than when Qiao Mu saw him for the first time yesterday, as if he was dozens of years younger in an instant.

Seeing Old Man Goriot appear, everyone who was still waiting for the table to start stopped talking and looked at Old Man Goriot.

Every face of the villagers in Suiming Village burst into smiles, and the smiles were even a little fanatical in the sunshine. They stared at Old Man Gao as if expecting something, with a little greed in their eyes.

"Hello everyone, welcome to my funeral."

Old Man Gao said to the villagers with a calm expression.

"I hope you all enjoyed your meal today."

"good!"

The villagers responded one after another.

Qiao Mu also called, but Qianyun looked at Old Man Gao without saying a word.

"What's wrong?"

Qiao Mu leaned his head and asked in a low voice.

"It's a little weird."

Qianyun whispered in Qiao Mu's ear.

"He no longer smells of Tai Sui."

Hearing this, Qiao Mu looked at Old Man Gao again.

In the field of vision, words as red as blood appeared one by one.

[He is waiting for the end of this life, but death is not the end, but the beginning of a new life. Look up, the sky and the universe merge into one! 】

"It means that although Old Man Goriot will die, he will not be eliminated?"

Qiao Mu thought to himself.

Next to her, the smiling village chief Jian Jia stood up and came to Old Man Gao's side.

"Old Man Gao has worked hard for us for two hundred and eighty-two years. Now, let us bid him farewell."

The villagers cheered again.

This atmosphere was really weird, making Qianyun's eyelids jump, and he had a premonition that something was about to happen.

Old Man Gao's son and daughter-in-law ignited the firewood piled under the pot. I didn't know what was cooking in the big pot. After a while, it started to steam up and white mist came out.

"The big dish is about to be served."

On the side, a villager sighed.

Qiao Mu and Qianyun looked at each other and looked at the pot.

Old Man Goriot had a happy expression. He stepped on the ladder and came to the pot. The scorching flames made his skin dry and his eyes red.

He saluted everyone, then took off his clothes and jumped into the pot.

Immediately afterwards, Old Man Gao's son and daughter-in-law brought a wooden pot lid and covered the big pot.

"Dad, how do you feel in there?"

the son asked across the cauldron.

"Comfortable, very comfortable!"

Old Man Gao's angry words came out.

Qianyun's eyes widened. She had never seen such a posture before. She didn't expect that the so-called "funeral" would actually boil Old Man Gao alive.

"Everyone can eat first, I will control the heat."

The village chief Jianjia said with a smile.

The villagers started using their chopsticks one after another.

Qiao Mu also mentioned chopsticks.

He had seen the banquet instruction and knew that he should go for the meat first, so he immediately picked up a squirming piece of fried meat and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Very fresh."

Qiao Mu commented. While he was trying to swallow the piece of meat that was trying to crawl out, he began to move his chopsticks towards the fish covered with white worms.

Qianyun felt dizzy when he saw this scene.

"It's so hot, so hot!"

From the pot, Old Man Gao's voice came, with a hint of pain, which made people feel creepy.

"Dad, don't worry, it won't hurt after a while."

Old Man Gao's daughter-in-law comforted him.

"I'm fine, I'm fine."

Old Man Goriot responded with a trembling voice.

Qianyun naturally had no intention of eating. She stood up, came to the big pot, and looked at the village chief who was adding firewood.

"What is this doing?"

Qianyun asked tentatively.

"You haven't seen it, right? This is helping Old Man Gou exorcise evil spirits."

The village chief Jian Jia replied with a smile.

"Exorcism?"

Qianyun swore in the name of the Palace of Eternal Life that she had never heard of this method of exorcism.

"Yes, we are immortal, but people will gradually age. This is caused by evil spirits entering the body. Now we need to boil all the evil spirits in Old Man Gao's body with Yang Qi, so that he can be reborn."

The village chief Jian Jia replied matter-of-factly.

"I've never heard of anything like this."

Qian Yun's heart skipped a beat, feeling as if she had grasped some kind of fact.

"Of course, this is a secret in our village. Miss Qianyun, if you and your brother stay in the village, you will meet one day."

The village chief Jianjia smiled.

"It hurts so much, it hurts so much, my head hurts so much."

In the pot, Old Man Gao's voice had become muffled. It didn't sound like it came from his throat, but like it was pulled out by some kind of flesh friction. It was difficult to distinguish just a few words.

"Don't worry, Old Man Gao, you'll be fine soon."

The village chief Jianjia comforted her, her voice gentle, like a mother coaxing her child to sleep.

"But this is it."

Qianyun originally wanted to say that this would not bring out any evil spirits at all, it would only make Old Man Gao lose his human form, and it would take tens to hundreds of years to recover.

But she looked at the village chief and the villagers taking it for granted, and suppressed the urge to speak.

When there was almost no sound of Old Man Gao in the pot, the village chief Jianjia climbed up the ladder with a basket. She asked Old Man Gao's son and daughter-in-law to open the lid of the pot and throw in some of the ground grass and trees in the basket. It's like really cooking.

Qianyun gently pinched the corner of his clothes.

The lid of the pot was closed again. At this time, there was no sound of Old Man Gao in the pot. Instead, a nauseating and stomach-turning fishy smell came from the pot. Qianyun held his breath and quickly returned to Qiao Mu's house. around.

Qiao Mu was still playing a game with an old man and put the remaining piece of meat on the plate into his own bowl.

Qianyun whispered in Qiao Mu's ear and told him what he had just seen.

Qiao Mu put down his chopsticks.

"There are also extra dishes."

He touched his belly, seeming to regret eating too much just now.

Qianyun's scalp was numb and she didn't know what Qiao Mu was doing.

At this time, the smell coming from the cauldron had enveloped everyone, and the whole village showed a kind of morbid fanaticism. Everyone finished knocking and waited for the last dish to be served.

Qianyun felt nauseated. She heard the sound of a gong, and the village chief Jianjia spoke again.

"Everyone, the main dish is ready. Please be patient."

She opened the lid of the pot.

Immediately, he used a long ladle to reach into the pot, picked up a ladle of mixed meat and soup, and put it into a bowl.

She kept repeating this, filling enough for a whole table.

Old Man Gao's son picked it up, came to the table where Qiao Mu and Qianyun were sitting, and distributed the bowls of "big dishes" to everyone.

Qianyun saw that the rough pottery bowl contained turbid soup and squirming flesh.