All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

As an out-of-towner who has lived in Liupanshui for three years, Yang Xuming still has a certain understanding of black goat meat in this area.

After all, the streets in Liupanshui are full of mutton noodles, and they are still very famous.

When Yang Xuming traveled to Yunnan, Sichuan, and even went back to Changsha from Hunan, he could see signs of restaurants selling "Shuicheng Lamb Noodles".

But unfortunately, the Shuicheng mutton noodles outside are not authentic.

The main reason is that the local mutton in Liupanshui is a black goat raised by local farmers, and the taste is completely different from that of sheep.

But Yang Xuming has eaten mutton in Liupanshui for three years, and has never seen the shape of mutton that Fan Zhigang brought out.

He can be sure that that thing is definitely not lamb!

So what kind of meat is it...

Yang Xuming squinted his eyes and stood up slowly.

Just after Fan Zhi entered the back room, he locked the door.

From here, it should be impossible to get a glimpse of the back room.

But Yang Xuming did not intend to post overhearing or voyeuristically, the possibility of exposure is too great.

He said to Fan Zhigang inside, "Is there a toilet nearby? I'll go to the toilet and come back soon."

Fan Zhigang in the room said quickly, "Go out and turn left. There is a toilet."

"Okay, take your time, don't worry, I'll be back soon."

After Yang Xuming finished speaking, he opened the door calmly and walked out.

He first walked in the direction of the toilet pointed by Fan Zhigang, and the sound of leaving footsteps seemed harsh in the quiet darkness.

However, after the footsteps went away, about ten seconds later, Yang Xuming touched it back silently.

He quietly walked around behind the tiled house and came to the gap where he had peeped into the inner room.

The dim light in the room still shined through the cracks.

But Yang Xuming didn't get close to the gap to peer into the picture.

He quietly pressed against the wooden wall and listened quietly to the direction inside.

The house is very quiet.

But the soundproofing effect of the wooden board is very poor, and Yang Xuming can hear the whispers inside.

The big boy named Fan Zhigang was muttering weird words in a low voice.

"I ate his share of meat, the reporter must be angry..."

"Fortunately, Mom and Dad are not there, otherwise they must scold me."

Then there was a strange hiss in the room.

Like... a poisonous snake tweeting?

Yang Xuming hesitated for a few seconds, and quietly moved to the gap.

The scene inside the house caught his eye.

In the dim light, the hunchback named Fan Zhigang was squatting in the corner with his head lowered, reaching out and taking out a blood-red thing from a bamboo basket.

A...snake?

Although the light in the room was dim, the dazzling red and black pattern on the surface of the snake could still be clearly seen.

It looks like a red snake?

But this red-practised snake is not the same as the red-practised snake that Yang Xuming knows about.

Its body is too bloated and fat, not like a snake at all, more like a short baby arm.

In Fan Zhigang's thin and slender fingers, the weird snake seemed to squirm weakly.

Then, Fan Zhigang slammed heavily on the cutting board.

The fat snake head trembled in pain.

At that moment, two hideous fangs were exposed in the snake's mouth widened.

Fan Zhigang quickly let go of the snake, took a step back, and cursed.

"Want to bite me?"

In the next second, he raised the kitchen knife in his hand heavily and chopped it down at the snake's head, "Knocked you to death!"

puff--

Cut in two, the black and red snake head and body separated.

But Fan Zhigang didn't stop. He hummed a pleasant little tune while handling the fat snake with a kitchen knife.

Logically speaking, the head of a snake is smaller than its body.

But the snake's head was obviously bigger than its body, almost as big as an adult's fist, and it looked extremely hideous.

But its body is only as thick as a baby's arm, and it is very short, less than one meter.

This weird five-short stature is not a common snake at all.

Even more bizarre, after Fan Zhigang peeled off the snake skin with a kitchen knife, a dense pile of scary parasites under the snake skin was exposed.

The parasites are like tiny little termites, constantly crawling on the surface of the snake's body, seeming to be afraid of the light. These dense parasites all crawled into Fan Zhigang's sleeves along his hands.

Fan Zhigang's hand was trembling slightly.

But his voice was very calm, without any pain or fear at all, as if he hadn't seen these weird parasites crawling on him.

He continued to peel the snake skin, and then chopped the snake meat.

Finally, the guy threw all the sliced ​​snake meat into the pot of blood-red soup, and began to stir it with a spoon.

"Only a mother is good in the world, and a child without a mother is like a grass..."

In the room, Fan Zhigang was humming a nursery rhyme while stirring the snake meat in the pot.

Yang Xuming looked at this weird scene, his face turned blue.

The meat in that pot is this kind of snake meat?

What kind of snake is this?

Where did Fan Zhigang get this guy?

Yang Xuming peeped for a while, and after seeing that Fan Zhigang had not followed any further action, he quietly walked back to the front of the house.

Then he deliberately made the sound of approaching footsteps, as if he had come back from the toilet.

Pushing the door open, Yang Xuming walked into the side room and found that Fan Zhigang in the back room still hadn't come out.

Yang Xuming said, "Isn't it okay?"

Fan Zhigang's voice hurriedly came from the room, "It's good soon! It's good soon!"

After a while, Fan Zhigang hurriedly took out the pot and approached Yang Xuming with a smile on his face.

"I'm sorry, brother reporter, I kept you waiting for a long time."

He handed the blood-red pot to Yang Xuming, and said sincerely, "Hurry up, it's delicious!"

Yang Xuming looked at the pot and saw a layer of meat floating in the blood-red soup.

It seems that the amount of meat is a lot.

Yang Xuming lowered his head and glanced, frowning, "Is this meat...really mutton?"

Fan Zhigang nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, the authentic local black goat meat is super delicious! You will know that I have not lied to you after just one bite."

Yang Xuming shook his head, "But no matter how I look at it, I don't think this meat is mutton."

He looked at Fan Zhigang's face and said word by word, "I think these meat...should be snake meat."

Fan Zhigang's face changed suddenly.

"Shut up!" The big boy who had been laughing all the time was suddenly angry.

The expression on his face turned hideous again, "This is mutton! You can eat it for me!"

The thin and slender fingers directly grabbed Yang Xuming.

This out-of-control young man seemed to be angry and wanted to directly press Yang Xuming's head into the soup pot!