When Lei Wuer wanted to stop Ye Sanqi, he was already sitting on the bench of the noodle stall.
I held a black umbrella and stood behind Ye Sanqi, just in a position to deal with him.
The noodle stall owner looked at Ye Sanqi with a half-smile but said, "To be objective, do we need to add intestines to the noodles?"
"Yes!" Ye Sanqi casually picked up the garlic cloves on the table and slowly peeled them off.
The boss asked again: "Would you like extra heart or liver?"
Ye Sanqi put a clove of peeled garlic on the table: "I want all the internal organs. I want whatever you can add."
Ye Sanqi spoke calmly, but I was so frightened that I broke into a cold sweat.
Didn’t we encounter an evil spirit?
"Ghost Book" records such heart-piercing evil spirits, which will turn into food stall owners late at night. No matter what this stall's main business is, it must have dishes made from offal.
Pedestrians passing by can't stand the aroma coming from the stall. Once you sit down at the stall, the boss will ask you what you want to eat. After the passerby answered, the boss put his hand into the pot and placed a pair of bloody internal organs on the table.
Customers will never know until they die that what they eat is their own heart and soul.
Ye Sanqi was challenging the evil ghost.
"Okay! Then I'll give you a family photo." The boss sneered, put down the long wooden chopsticks in his hand, and directly put his hand into the boiling pot: "Here are the intestines."
The next second, the boss's sneer condensed on his face, and his hand in the pot stopped moving.
It was like not touching the pig's intestines, but letting the pot absorb the hand, and the hand couldn't take it out.
Ye Sanqi leisurely placed the peeled garlic cloves on the table one by one: "Boss, is the pot too deep and you can't take it out?"
"How about you go down and have a look." Ye Sanqi placed the last garlic clove in his hand on the table. The hot water in the iron pot suddenly started to swirl, sucking the boss's arm like a vortex. Go in.
"Sir, please forgive me..." The noodle stall owner just wanted to beg for mercy, but his head plunged into the pot. In a short time, a large living person disappeared from head to toe like noodles stuffed into a pot.
Ye Sanqi picked up the chopsticks on the table, tapped the empty bowl and said, "Who else wants to do my business? Come along! I'll sit here and wait."
The whole street was silent for a while, and even the stalls that were originally shaking with ghostly figures no longer had the illusion of being human.
Ye Sanqi tapped his fingers on the table three times before standing up and saying to Lai Wuer: "Lead the way!"
Lai Wuer bowed and took us to the bottom of the bell tower: "Master Zhong, we are waiting for you two above. Please come!"
According to the normal design of the bell tower, after walking up the stairs, we should appear on the side of the bronze bell, but instead we appeared directly below the bronze bell.
What I didn't expect was that I saw an unexpected person under the bronze bell - the Ninth Prince.
The Ninth Prince, who arrived one step ahead of us, actually made tea under the bronze bell: "Brother Ye, long time no see. The only thing that can still be seen in this ghost market is this tea. Sit down, have a cup of tea, and listen to this What’s the story like?”
According to the rules of the world, Ye Sanqi and the Ninth Prince have equal status. He only needs to greet Ye Sanqi, not me.
Ye Sanqi walked to the tea table and sat down: "Your Majesty, you are so happy!"
The Ninth Prince smiled and said: "Compared with making tea and discussing Taoism, I think meeting Brother Ye will make the trip to Qimen more interesting. Brother Ye is also here for it, right?"
I followed the Ninth Prince's gaze and looked up, only to see a person sewn into the bronze bell.
I thought I had seen it wrong at first, but after I looked carefully for a while, I was sure that the man had been sewn into the clock with thick thread, stitch by stitch, like he was sewing clothes.
Although the man's body was sewn tightly against the bell, his head was hanging in the middle of the bell, and his hair hanging down almost touched the edge of the bell.
When I looked at the man, his bun hanging in the air quickly retracted, revealing a bronze face.
Judging from the person's facial features, she should be a woman, but her face looked a bit ferocious.
The woman spoke: "I can only trade with one person. One of you needs to withdraw."
Ye Sanqi said: "You can tell us the contents of the transaction first, and then we will decide who will trade with you."
The woman flatly refused: "No!"
The Ninth Prince stood up first: "In that case, let's just say goodbye!"
Ye Sanqi also turned towards the stairs without hesitation.
We only spoke a few words, and the staircase we just walked down mysteriously disappeared from my sight.
Ye Sanqi and the Ninth Prince looked at each other and smiled, and stepped forward at the same time. After their toes touched the blue bricks, the bricks and stones on the ground seemed to come alive, rearranging their positions, revealing the stairs under the bell tower.
The man hanging on the bell tower quickly shouted: "Wait a moment, we can still discuss it."
The Ninth Prince smiled lightly and said, "I will come back to you after the two of us have discussed it."
This time, Ye Sanqi did not speak, but followed the Ninth Prince out of the bell tower and back to the street, where he sat down in front of an empty noodle stall.
The Ninth Prince pointed to the man who led us over and said: "The one who was hung in the bronze bell is Zhong Ling from Xinggu City. After she was sewn here, many guides were arranged to go out to ask for help. I will bring you here. Humans are just one of them. I was brought here by another guide."
Ye Sanqi asked directly: "What do you want to say?"
The Ninth Prince unfolded a folding fan, shook it gently and said, "Brother Ye, have you ever heard of the saying: 'The fragments of the Qimen are also the calamity of the Qimen'."
Seeing that Ye Sanqi didn't speak, the Ninth Prince continued: "There are countless outstanding disciples looking for the fragments. In the end, they either disappeared or died unexpectedly. No one can become the ancestor of Qimen."
"So, there is a legend in the world: wherever the remaining chapters of Qimen are located, they are the places where Qimen disciples die."
Ye Sanqi nodded when he heard this and said: "I have also heard of this legend. My master also got a guess from the places where the Qimen elites fell in the past - wherever the Qimen fragments are, there are plots against Qimen disciples. Bureau."
The Ninth Prince waved his fan and said: "Yes, some of these dead ends come from ancient times, some come from ghosts and gods, and some come from the rivers and lakes. They are all kinds of strange and difficult to guard against. Who is driving these dead ends is also unknown."
The Ninth Prince put away his fan and pointed at the clock tower and said: "The bell spirit sealed in the copper bell is the beginning of the death of Xinggu City."
"Moreover, after you and I have touched this dead end, no matter whether we want to or not, we will not be able to withdraw from Xingu City."
The Ninth Prince looked at Ye Sanqi with a smile and said, "Brother Ye, what do you think of the situation in front of you?"
