Song Jiang was frightened along the way, fearing that the ghosts here would reveal his true identity if he was not careful. In comparison, Meng Zhe was much calmer, and sometimes even peeked into the city when Sinan Zhengying was not paying attention. things...
Soon Sinan Zhengying brought the two of them to a "slightly" gorgeous building. After seeing Sinan Zhengying, the ghost soldiers standing guard at the door were not as flattering as the tall and short ghost soldiers in the city gate tower, and even almost He greeted her coldly, "Master Sinan..."
And Sinan Zhengying didn't seem to dare to underestimate the other party. He nodded slightly and said, "I wonder if the city lord is resting. I have a new soul sent to me..."
After hearing this, the ghost soldier nodded slightly and said, "Sir, please wait a moment while I go in and report."
At this time, Song Jiang couldn't help but take a peek at the city lord's official residence. He always felt that there was something indescribably weird. The architectural style was very strange. Although it looked a bit like the ancient Baroque style, the colors were too bright and the design was inconsistent. It's pretty, but it seems a bit like imitating a cat or trying to imitate a tiger...
But before Song Jiang could think about it, the ghost guard who had been guarding the door left and returned. He cupped his fists and saluted Sinan Zhengying and said, "Sir, please come in with me..."
After hearing this, Sinan Zhengying snapped his fingers at the "bodies" of Song Jiang and Meng Zhe without looking back, signaling them to follow him. After entering the city lord's official residence, Song Jiang found that the furnishings in the house were even more bizarre...
First of all, the decoration in the house continues to have a gorgeous yet rough style. Secondly, the materials of some items look far different from the materials they were originally made of. They look like they are made of plastic.
However, due to his current status, Song Jiang did not dare to look around blatantly, so most of them only took a quick glance, and could not be sure that those gorgeous furnishings were made of plastic.
At this time, the ghost soldiers took them to a large hall. Only then did Song Jiang realize that the space here was completely inconsistent with the size it looked from the outside, because although this hall could not be called grand, it was really big, no matter how large it was. Even the candlelight couldn't illuminate the dome of the main hall, and the city lord's official residence looked like nothing more than a four-story building from the outside.
There was a woman sitting on the throne in the center of the hall. Song Jiang only glanced at her and almost burst into laughter. In the end, he held it back and still stood there expressionless.
He saw the woman wearing a bright red suspender dress and extremely exaggerated jewelry around her neck. Forget it, what made Song Jiang laugh the most was that the woman’s head was filled with red chicken feathers as decoration. I don’t know what it was. The shape that Mr. Tony made for this Lord of the City really looks like a fried turkey from a distance...
"Why are there only two this time..." Fried Turkey asked lazily.
Upon hearing this, Sinan Zhengying hurriedly explained, "Please forgive me, City Lord. People's vigilance has increased in recent years, and the probability of Aluda successfully bringing people into the ruins of the old city has become lower and lower." ... These two were only succeeded after the official personally tried to seduce them twice."
The fried turkey was obviously not that easy to fool, so she suddenly raised her eyes and said, "Do you think your life is too comfortable now? Do you want to go to the Gobi desert to taste the feeling of being roasted by the scorching sun? !”
Sinan Zhengying trembled obviously after hearing this, as if she thought of something terrible, so she immediately said in a trembling voice, "Please show mercy to the city lord, I will definitely try my best to find more souls for the city lord to enjoy!"
After hearing this, Fried Turkey nodded with satisfaction and said, "It's not that I'm forcing you too hard... You don't even think about it, every plant and tree in this city is maintained by my magic power, but my magic power It’s not in vain. Without the supply of souls, my mana will dry up sooner or later. By then, there will no longer be a place for all of you. Think about that feeling."
Sinan Zhengying's body began to tremble slightly under the repeated reminders of the fried turkey. Song Jiang knew that she must have thought of some not-so-good memories... At this time, she heard the fried turkey pointing at the ghost soldier next to her. He waved his hand and said, "Take these two to the warehouse first and save them for tomorrow to enjoy."
When Sinan Zhengying saw this, he immediately bowed to say goodbye, and left the gloomy hall without looking back, leaving Song Jiang and Meng Zhe where they were. At this moment, two ghost soldiers stepped forward and threw an iron The chains were put on their necks, and then they were led out of the hall...
The feeling of being led by someone was not pleasant. Song Jiang found that Meng Zhe wanted to pull off the iron chain around his neck several times, but in the end he resisted. This made Song Jiang feel a little funny. He didn't expect Meng Zhe to have it too. When you hold back your words.
The warehouse mentioned in the fried turkey is actually a huge ice cellar. Judging from the candle lighting in the previous hall and the current ice cellar, there is no electricity supply in Yanhui City. Everything related to electricity is It's the most primitive way to solve it.
After the two ghost soldiers sent Song Jiang and the others into the ice cellar, they removed the chains and turned around to leave. After hearing the heavy door slamming, Song Jiang and Meng Zhe stretched their shoulders that had been stiff for a long time...
Song Jiang took Meng Zhe's hand and said worriedly, "Is your hand okay?"
It turns out that the blood that the two of them "slit" just now was actually caused by Meng Zhe cutting his palm with a dagger. Although the wound is no longer bleeding, it is really scary...
Seeing this, Song Jiang immediately tore off the pure cotton T-shirt he was wearing, bandaged it briefly for him, and then began to look around at the "inventory" in the warehouse. The result was unknown, and I was shocked when I saw it. I didn't expect that there were more than a hundred corpses stored here, and their souls were trapped in their bodies by spells, waiting for the Lord of the City to enjoy them at any time.
Song Jiang looked at these freeze-dried corpses and asked Meng Zhe, "Can they still survive?"
Meng Zhe shook his head and said, "What are you thinking about? The corpses of these people are containers for storing souls. It is true that their souls are intact as before, but their bodies have long been frozen meat. Look at the bodies on the innermost bodies. The clothes are from styles more than a hundred years ago. Even a piece of frozen meat cannot be eaten after being stored for decades, let alone a human being..."
Song Jiang finally understood where the nondescript clothes on the ghost soldiers in the city came from. They should have been ripped off from the bodies of these dead people. It was just that there were too many monks and too little greasy food. When it was distributed to the heads of each ghost soldier, there was nothing. The method is complete, so I put together a top and a pair of pants.
(End of chapter)
