"Did you smell it? Zhang Yan smells delicious."
Zhou Xueyi is talking.
"Smell it.
Hey, hey, I want to eat your head. "
Zhou Hao said.
"Then I'll eat Zhang Yan's hands and feet."
Zhou Xueyi said.
“We must not alert the enemy, we must always pretend to be humans and lurk.
Until the master lets us..."
Mr. Zhou scolded.
"But I can't bear it anymore."
Zhou Xueyi smacked her lips: "It smells so good, it must be delicious too.
Please, let's eat him tonight. "
"Hey, Zhang Yan comes from a small place. As long as he eats him, no one will find out."
Zhou Hao also said: "We told Sun Hui that Zhang Yan had something to do and left."
Mr. Zhou was also very greedy, and he thought for a while: "That's okay, but we must be foolproof.
It can't be discovered by humans, which will ruin the master's good deeds. "
The three demons chuckled sinisterly.
After listening, Zhang Yan's heart sank into the deep sea.
Colder than ice cubes.
It's your grandma's fault. I didn't expect these three demons to be more greedy than I thought. They couldn't bear it even for a day.
It might be dangerous tonight!
He quickly returned to the guest room before the three demons noticed that he was eavesdropping.
I felt panicked.
After thinking about it, Zhang Yan spread the salt he brought in in a circle around the inside of the guest room.
Several rusty iron objects were hung behind the windows and doors.
Holding a rusty crowbar in his hand, he sat on the bed and felt uneasy.
Immediately afterwards, Zhang Yan took out the copy of "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" that was his spiritual treasure.
Whether he can survive tonight depends on whether he can activate this trick.
In the previous life, the most powerful person in the Tang Kingdom relied on this strange thing to become the strongest soul master in the Tang Kingdom.
The power of this book is certainly not weak.
He flipped through the book.
It was still the same as the previous three days, and there was no change in the book.
There are only four simple words "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" printed on the cover of the book, and the pages inside are completely blank, with nothing on them.
"Huh."
Suddenly, Zhang Yan discovered a strange place in the book.
At the top of the first page, there seemed to be a long box like a progress bar.
This was something that didn’t exist before entering the strange world.
"Is it possible that the strange power of the book can be activated only when the progress bar is full?
Halo, what does this progress bar have to do with? "
Looking at the pitiful progress bar, only about 1% is filled.
When Zhang Yan saw hope, he also felt overwhelmed.
Could it be that he needs to absorb some kind of power from the strange world?
But what is that power?
Zhang Yan scratched his head and studied the book for a long time, but could not find a clue.
Finally sighed.
The sky outside the window finally fell into boundless darkness at night.
The light in the room didn't reach far before it was absorbed by the churning red mist.
Of course, the windows cannot be opened.
He couldn't escape.
"You must not sleep tonight."
Zhang Yan sat on the bed, trying hard to stay awake.
But for some reason, he was getting sleepier and sleepier.
In my ears, I seemed to hear a whisper.
Break into pieces finely.
It's the devil's whisper that lulls you to sleep.
"No, I sealed the room with salt. When did I get cursed by the devil?"
Zhang Yan was shocked.
He pinched his palms with his hands desperately, trying to get rid of his sleepiness.
But it doesn't help.
Without the protection of a soul-carrying object, he was like an open door, and it was easy for the devil to stun him with his curse.
He couldn't resist the curse, and as expected, it didn't take long.
Then his eyelids drooped and he fainted.
I don't know how long I was unconscious.
Suddenly, he heard a hissing sound.
Like a candle flame, dripping into the water.
Zhang Yan suddenly woke up.
The moment he opened his eyes, he grabbed the rusty crowbar beside the bed, turned over like a kite, and got up from the bed.
The sight that caught his eye made him take a breath.
I saw that the salt he sprinkled in the guest room had turned from pure white to pitch black.
The rusty iron hanging on the door kept clashing like wind chimes.
There was a constant crackling sound.
The guest room door was opened at some point.
In the dark corridor, there were three pairs of eyes so dark that they were so bright, they stared at him.
As if they found Zhang Yan awake, those three pairs of eyes quickly sank into darkness.
Zhang Yanhou was so frightened that his back was covered in cold sweat.
If it weren't for the experience I heard in the previous life, I would have arranged the salt and ironware in advance.
Now I must have been eaten by those three demons, leaving only the dregs.
At this moment, a young but bewitching voice came from the darkness: "Uncle Zhang, can you tell me a bedtime story?"
Zhang Yan's body stiffened.
This is the voice of Zhou Hao, the youngest son of the Zhou family.
Zhang Yan remained silent.
"I beg you."
Zhou Hao said again: "Uncle Zhang, I know you are not asleep.
My mother tells me bedtime stories every night. "
Zhang Yan still didn't speak.
He could feel that the devil in Zhou Hao's skin was peering at him in the dark corridor.
"Uncle Zhang, can you let me in?"
Zhou Hao asked unwillingly.
Zhang Yan frowned.
Before a demon can enter a strange house, it does need an invitation from the owner of the house.
However, in this home, I am a stranger.
If it wants to enter the guest room, it shouldn't need its own invitation.
Weird.
Is there any other reason?
His heart moved, and he took out the "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" and took a look.
At this glance, he was greatly surprised.
The progress bar on the second page has reached 40% without even realizing it.
But just now, he clearly fainted, and the salt and iron in the guest room were being corroded by the devil on his behalf.
And the demon seemed to have been slightly hurt by forcing his way into the guest room.
Is it possible...
Zhang Yan seemed to have thought of something, and his whole heart trembled with excitement.
He wanted to confirm his thoughts and said, "Then Zhou Hao, come in."
"Thank you Uncle Zhang."
Zhou Hao walked out of the darkness happily.
He paused briefly as he stepped over the salt at the door.
The table salt has been eroded by the devil's evil spirit and is useless, and the ironware hanging on the door is even more rusty.
After Zhou Hao stepped through the door, the dark salt was blown away by a strange wind.
The iron on the door was broken into pieces and drifted down in the wind.
As Zhou Hao entered the guest room, the temperature dropped suddenly.
Zhang Yan didn't take it seriously and patted the side of his bed: "Come, come and sit.
Did you bring the book? "
"Bring it, this book is my favorite."
Zhou Hao held the picture book in his hand and sat obediently where Zhang Yan's hand had touched.
Zhang Yan took it and smiled.
Zhou Hao also smiled, but a darkness continued to spread in his eyes.
Smelling Zhang Yan's scent so close to him, he was so greedy.
I can't wait to pounce on him immediately and tear Zhang Yan into pieces.
Zhang Yan deliberately turned his body sideways and pretended to open the picture book.
In an instant, Zhou Hao's face changed.
There was a black air on his young face, and his cheeks were covered with black veins.
A mouth full of sharp, pitch-black teeth.
Thick green saliva flowed non-stop.
Just when he was about to jump up, hug Zhang Yan's head and feast.
Zhang Yan took action.
The rusty crowbar in his hand, concealed by the picture book, struck with lightning speed.
The devil didn't expect that Zhang Yan, who had been smiling at him just now, would attack so harshly.
I am just a five-year-old kid. How could a human adult do anything to such a cute cub?
The crowbar struck the demon hard on the head.
Half of Zhou Hao's head was dented by the crowbar.
"Uncle Zhang, why did you hit me?"
Zhou Hao asked aggrievedly.
The scene was very strange for a time.
A child whose head was smashed halfway in, with an unknown black air coming out of his head, was still feeling aggrieved when nothing happened.
It made Zhang Yan's hair stand on end.
Zhang Yan showed no mercy and attacked with the crowbar again.
Zhou Hao jumped and jumped to the ceiling.
The limbs are like spiders, hanging upside down.
The whole face was distorted.
"Have you discovered our identities?"
The demon roared like a man is no longer a man, and a woman is no longer a woman.
That is the unique tone of the devil.
Zhang Yan took a few steps back, and the demon had already jumped down from above his head.
Extremely fast.
Zhang Yan was desperate. When the demon rushed down, he used a crowbar to block it for a moment.
Then let go.
Then he pulled out a rusty machete from behind and slashed the devil's neck desperately.
The machete entered his throat, and a large amount of black gas spurted out from the demon's throat.
Miraculously, all this black energy was absorbed by Zhang Yan's soul, the book "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio".
With his desperate fighting style, Zhang Yan could only catch him by surprise.
With ordinary human strength, he has no chance of winning.
The demon was wounded twice and was furious beyond measure.
Its body made a crackling sound, its bones cracked, and its body grew huge.
"I want you to die!"
The demon roared.
Zhang Yan suddenly smiled.
The progress bar is finally full.
He could feel that the soul-residing object in his hand finally had the feedback it should have had when the contract was first made.
Then, a strange line of words flashed before his eyes: "Liao Zhai World, open."
At the moment when the devil's claws grabbed hold of Zhang Yan, he was about to be torn into pieces.
Zhang Yan disappeared unexpectedly.
