The monster put down its claws and waited for Jiang Chen's question.
"Which guest am I?"
When he asked this question, Jiang Chen had already prepared several numbers in his mind: twenty-one, forty-nine, sixty-four, eighty-one...
In the art of witchcraft, these numbers represent specific meanings. As long as the monster's answer matches one of them, Jiang Chen will immediately run away and never look back.
The monster scratched his head and seemed confused about this question.
Maybe it "invited" so many guests during this period that it lost count.
Its reaction made Jiang Chen secretly relieved.
If it's not a specific number, it at least shows that he doesn't have to die.
Jiang Chen quietly put down his right hand that was touching the talisman in his arms, showed a standard smile on his face, and saluted, "Since Madam has kindly invited me, I would be disrespectful to refuse."
As he spoke, he strode forward, endured the discomfort in his heart, and sat down on the blood-stained chair.
The monster seemed very excited and jumped up and down to the cupboard, picked out a new pair of bowls and chopsticks for Jiang Chen, filled a bowl full of soup, and brought it to him.
Jiang Chen tried hard to control the urge to frown and cover his nose, took the bowls and chopsticks with a cheerful expression, and politely thanked him.
Facing the yellow and green soup in front of him, his right hand holding the chopsticks seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.
Even if the sense of smell is blocked, it is really difficult to resist the reaction of churning in the stomach.
No wonder, the dozens of guests in front all wanted to escape, and finally went to the cave outside together.
If I didn't eat it, I would probably join them in the cave...
Jiang Chen raised his eyelids slightly, and the monster opposite stared at him. Although his appearance was different from that of humans, it was not difficult to see his nervousness.
Letting the guests eat this bowl of soup must be of great significance to the monster. It's most likely part of the "ritual".
That’s it, just think of it as a bowl of bitter medicine!
Jiang Chen gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, picked up a little vegetable soup with chopsticks, and slowly brought it to his mouth.
The sour taste that hit his mouth almost made him spit it out.
But he swallowed the mouthful of vegetable juice forcefully.
When he opened his eyes and looked again, the monster was sitting upright across from him. He also picked up the bowl and took big bites of vegetables into his mouth with chopsticks.
Jiang Chen was already breaking out in a thin sweat. He felt that his whole tongue was sour and he couldn't take another mouthful of vegetable soup.
It tastes terrible! One more bite will kill you...
He secretly raised his eyes and saw the monster's body glowing slightly, as if it was coated with a layer of silver frost.
In this scene, does the ritual take effect?
As long as someone takes a bite of the dish, the ceremony is considered a success?
So, do you still need to finish the rest of the soup?
While Jiang Chen was hesitating, he saw the light on the monster becoming more and more dazzling, like a sun falling in the world, piercing him so hard that he couldn't open his eyes.
When the light dissipated, the monster sitting opposite him was gone, replaced by a stunningly beautiful woman.
Even if the clothes don't fit and are baggy, they can't hide the innate noble and elegant temperament.
"Mrs. Jia?" Jiang Chen asked tentatively.
"It's me...it's me..." The woman lowered her head and looked at her hands and body, with a mixture of sadness and joy on her face, unable to speak.
"Great! You've changed back! Fourth Master Jia..."
"I know, I know he has been waiting for me!" The woman covered her face, her body trembled slightly with extreme excitement, and tears flowed from her fingers. "I'm sorry, please give me some time and leave me alone. Just stay for a while, it’ll be fine...”
Jiang Chen wisely did not disturb her anymore, and quietly exited the hut while she was sobbing, leaving her alone to slowly digest the joy of the rest of her life.
As soon as he stepped out, the first thing he saw was the peach blossom assassin's face that was too beautiful to be human.
Jiang Chen was shocked. Before he could speak, Chiyang took a step diagonally and stopped in front of the girl in green clothes.
"Good boy! Well done!" Chi Yang stared at the Peach Blossom Assassin. Although he didn't look back, his admiration was clear in his words, "Now this little girl is convinced that she lost!"
"Yes, I'm convinced. Uncle, why are you nervous?" The girl in green clothes said in the same lazy and leisurely tone as always, "To be honest, Brother Chen is really amazing. I admire him more and more. He can even eat such disgusting dishes." Get down!"
She didn't say it was okay, but when she mentioned that dish, Jiang Chen's stomach churned again, and his face turned blue.
Chi Yang said: "If Xiao Jiang hadn't eaten that bite of food, he wouldn't have been able to break the curse, and Mrs. Jia wouldn't have been able to recover."
"Who would have thought that such an ugly monster could actually be the incarnation of Mrs. Jia?" The girl in green clothes said with some emotion, "Weird! It's really weird! I have traveled in the human world for so long, and I have never heard of it. Live this kind of witchcraft!"
"You haven't even heard of it?" Chiyang looked surprised.
Masters of the "Upper Three Realms" Xuan Gang like the Peach Blossom Assassin, who are rampant all over the world, know nothing about this witchcraft. So who in Xiliao City today has the ability to cast a curse?
A name flashed in Chiyang's mind, and he immediately shook his head to reject it. No, it can't be him... Although he has fallen a lot, he is not so crazy...
The girl in green clothes seemed to be thinking too, tapping her chin with her finger.
After a long while, she shook her head and said, "Instead of us making blind guesses here, why not ask Mrs. Jia directly. She must know who the person who cast the curse is!"
She stretched, turned around and walked aside, waving her hand towards Chiyang: "Don't look at me so nervously, I won't take action against Mrs. Jia. On the contrary, I am happy to fulfill her love with Fourth Master Jia. .”
Chiyang was suspicious, but still did not let down his guard, and said to Jiang Chen: "Xiao Jiang, go and see if Mrs. Jia has anything else to clean up. Let's leave here as soon as possible."
When Jiang Chen entered the room again, Mrs. Jia's mood had basically stabilized. She offered to leave immediately and return to Xiliao City without any packing.
On the way back, Mrs. Jia gave a rough description of how she was attacked.
"That day, I ordered people to set up a stage early and ordered a new troupe of small plays. On the way out to meet my friends, I saw a disheveled man sitting by the flower bed drinking, so I went over to evict him. You know Yes, I hate disheveled guests, not to mention he looks very slovenly. I can confirm that he is not the guest I invited, and my husband-in-law has no such friends, so I ordered him to go out immediately..."
"Do you remember what that guy looks like?"
"He has a beard, his hair is uncombed, he is short, like a dwarf, and he is annoying at first glance..."
"Did he say his name?"
"I didn't ask him, but he seemed to have said, what is your name... Wei Ying boy?"
"Wei Ying?" Chiyang and the girl in green clothes looked at each other and shook their heads, "I haven't heard of it, it must be a pseudonym. Mrs. Jia, please continue!"
"I told him that the Jia Mansion only entertains clean and tidy distinguished guests, and does not welcome ugly and dirty low-class people like him. At that time, he was very angry and shouted at me: 'You think you are clean, noble and beautiful I want you to taste the dirty, mean and ugly taste! Let's see if anyone is willing to come to your home as a guest! Is anyone willing to share the same table with you!' Then I... so I……"
When Mrs. Jia said this, she remembered that terrible scene again, and tears streamed down her face.
